Faith and courage

Faith and courage

When you come to the edge of all you know,
And are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown,
Faith is knowing one of two things will happen:
There will be something solid to stand on—
Or you will be taught how to fly.
— Patrick Overton

Presidente Solano had showed her his art collection. “Take with you whatever you can manage,” he had said, “but do not take unnecessary risks. Family is the life stream of our culture. Everything else we can rebuild.”

A siren in the distant town pierced her consciousness, and she leaned against the tailgate of the car to regain her bearings. Night had fallen, but to Anahí it was no longer dark. She had packed many paintings into the car, but not enough. Somehow she must make room for them all, for she felt in her heart she would never return. She must go back to Solano’s mansion to retrieve every last painting. Turning the station wagon around, she headed for Granada.
(Remnant, pp.175, 193)

"Press Forward, Go On. . ."

In an instant he was thrown to the ground by a massive explosion. And another. He remained face down on the ground for several seconds, his arms braced over his head and ears, before he ventured to look up. To the west, angry thunderclouds scowled on the horizon. To the east, black smoke billowed up into a fiery red sky where the two automobiles had exploded. Ben trembled with grief and rage. Those hellish fiends could not risk using mere firearms, and the possibility of missing their prey. They had to be sure.

Screams, shouts, sirens announced the cowardly deed. Police, panic, terror. Everywhere.

Within minutes it was confirmed. There, beneath a scarlet and gray dawn, the Chief Judge of Cumorah was dead. It was the end of a free nation, the end of an era.

Ben rocked on his feet, his mind reeling from trauma and exhaustion.

An eagle ascended on a thermal in the distance, rising with wisps of lingering smoke, and the sun began its daily climb into the sky. The light was the same today as it would be forever. The same sun had shone thousands of years ago upon another lone survivor who hid up a record for his people, to preserve for this day eternal keys to liberty. Wars past were long forgotten, but the legacy yet lived.

The day ahead promised to be grueling and fraught with peril, but hope stirred within him, not to be quenched. He must not let that sacred book be lost. Prophets of old, seeing a future day, had pressed forward with a steadfastness in Christ. He could do no less. Somehow he would go on.
(Remnant, p.209)

You who dwell in the shelter of the Lord,
who abide in this shadow for life, say to the lord:
“My refuge, my rock, in whom I trust!

Snares of the fowler will never capture you,
and famine will bring you no fear;
under God’s wings your refuge
with faithfulness your shield.

“And I will raise you up on eagle’s wings,
bear you on the breath of dawn,
make you to shine like the sun,
and hold you in the palm of my hand.”
(A Lutheran Hymn)

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