The Trumpet Call of God
A/N: This story is inspired by the Left Behind series by LaHaye and Jenkins. Any original characters are of my creation. Others belong to those great authors that have captured the attention of millions. Please read and review! God bless.
"After this I looked, and there before me was a door standing open in heaven. And the voice that I had first heard speaking to me was like a trumpet said, 'Come up here, and I will show you what must take place after this.'" Revelation 4:1
Chapter One: Jessica and Kyle
"Now, Daddy, I've told you I have to work on Sundays. I'll go with you to church some other time." Jessica said into the phone. Her father was the pastor of a Southside Chicago Christian church.
She hung up the phone and felt an arm go around her waist. Her boyfriend, Kyle, nuzzled her neck. "Your dad pushing the religion deal again?"
"Yeah. He just won't give up. I mean I learned everything there is in Sunday school. If God hasn't convinced me now of his existence, then I don't think he ever will."
Kyle nodded and returned to the couch where a news report about some guy becoming the new Romanian president was on.
"Who's the hottie?" Jessica teased as she flopped on the couch. Carpathia was giving a conference about his future plans.
Kyle rolled his eyes and tossed his arm around her. "He happens to be the new president of Romania, if that interests you at all."
Jessica mocked yawned. "Nope, not a bit. As long as he's good looking, he's got my vote!"
Later that day found Jessica packing her bag.
"How long you say you're going to be gone?" Kyle called from the kitchen.
"Three days." Jessica was the youngest leading woman lawyer in the Midwest. Only being in her mid-twenties, she was looking at her fourth promotion after the trip, if all went well.
"I'm meeting with two bankers in London. They've worked with the company before and have a new proposal." She was representing an old, prestigious company that dealt with international trade. Apparently, the two bankers had done some investments in the United Nations.
Jessica stared in the mirror and couldn't help but notice how much she had changed from being known as "the pastor's kid." She had grown up in the perfect family. Her parents were happily married and all three siblings got along like best friends, or that's how it seemed. If it was so perfect why did they barely talk anymore? 'Cause all they do is push religion,' she thought silently. Jessica had gone through the Sunday school, even believed in God at one point. She led vacation bible schools and discussion groups. That was all at church though. At school, she was captain of the debate team, drama club, and co captain of the swim team. Never once did she talk about her faith to her friends. Heck, it was bad enough being a pastor's kid much less parading her faith around and getting mocked even more!
Jessica shook her head to clear her thoughts. That was the past and she had given up on God a long time ago. Correction, He had given up on her! Never did He answer her prayers. He didn't save her brother from getting hit by the drunk driver and where was He when her grandfather lay suffering from the cancer that slowly killed him. Jessica knew that God either didn't exist or was dead.
Kyle was different. He had never been raised in a Christian home. His parents were divorced and still fought whenever they came within a hundred feet of each other. He was an only child and was very popular in school. He always had the nicest car, threw the biggest parties, and had the most popular girl as his prom date. When it came to God, Kyle figured that there was one but was always too busy with his own life to contemplate it much. Why did he need to? He had it all, right? God was only for those who were having a hard time and needed some extra support or a reason to keep going.
A honk from outside signaled that Jessica's taxi was waiting.
"Better get going or you're going to miss your flight." Kyle said as Jessica slung her bag over her shoulder. She walked over and gave him a quick peck. "See ya in a few days." She started to walk towards the door; Kyle caught her hand and pulled her into a passionate embrace. "I'll miss you," he said quietly.
"I'll miss you, too. I'll call you when I land." They parted and Kyle watched her hurry down the stairs.