OT: Okay, time for chapter two. The Rapture should be comin' pretty soon.
R/R PLEASE!!!
CHAPTER TWO
"Done and done!" Kyle said to himself, as he added in the last semicolon.
He saved the files to the hard drive and to multiple disks. He yawned as he glanced once more at the headline, "Israel Bombing, Middle East War Continues." "By Kyle Taylor." Read the byline.
He had written this article personally. Boy, did he love being the #1 writer on the 2nd most popular and successful paper in the entire state of New York. His paycheck was anything but meager as well. Many times, he had done interviews: Larry King Live and Nightline being the most notable. He had become as popular to New York as Superman to the United States. He always loved a challenge and was never biased until it came to religion. He thought of religion as for elderly people who only have a faint hope to lean on before they die or children who also believe in the Easter Bunny and Santa Clause. Anyone with half a brain could register that with the hate and cahos in the world there is no way that there could be a loving higher being watching over everyone. Nothing annoyed him more than religious nuts trying to sell them on their cult with scare tactics. Telling him that one day, all the "good people" will be float up to heaven while all the heithens are left to face the wrath of this loving God. Nothing seemed more crazy to him.
So, this article was conflicting. Pete was the boss though and he wanted his best stuff out there for this one so he relunctantly agreed. He would put all his findings into one article about the possibility of peace in the Middle East. Kyle hopped on a fully loaded 747 en route to Jerusalem. He made sure to outline the situation with the Dome of the Rock and the Jewish temple. He clearly stated how much this land meant to this faiths. He interviewed Jewish and Muslim leaders and heads of the government there. Then, it came. One of Israel's enemies bombed Israel. It was no doubt an unprovoked attack is what the Israeli leaders told Kyle. Yeah, right, Kyle thought, you spit in the face of them with all your customs. How can you say that it was unprovoked? Kyle took notes, telling himself to shut up every once in a while so he could stay in this neutral point of view. He had been so close to the bombsight that it scared him. He high-tailed it out of there before those zealous quacks got him killed!
Tim walked around the youth room as the fresh alcohol settled in his stomach. He picked up a tract off the floor. He opened it and read the first couple of paragraphs. Disgusted, he threw it in the trash.
"Lies," he said, low to himself, "I wonder who brought this piece of garbage in. This talks about having to be saved to go to Heaven. What is that? Why do all those people think that? Some people think that others are so gullible that they will believe whatever is written on paper. Everybody knows that if you do enough good things to outweigh the bad things than God will take you to Heaven. You don't have to get saved or accept Jesus into your heart or any of this stuff. You just pray and read the Bible and go to church. Then you will go to Heaven. That is it. You don't have to do anything too drastic or life-changing. You don't have to change your life for God. I remember my parents used to say that. They always had to be so perfect didn't they?"
Tim scratched his head as he went into the gym and shot basketball.
"I almost wish I didn't go to this church," he said to himself, "but my parents went here and how would that look to everyone. The problem with this church is that they never just leave you alone. They always make you answer questions like, 'How is God working in your life?'. What kind of question is that? I guess he is fine. He is fine on Sundays and Wednesdays but this talk of living some kind of holy life 24/7 is absurd. That just isn't possible. I have to be myself sometime. I'm a big man in the church. Why don't you talk to the weird people who aren't clean-shaven and show up in practically rags. The day I go to church in a tanktop is the day that they kick me out."
Tim laughed to himself.
"What about the cheap people who put in like a dollar in the offering plate? I put in exactly 10%. I even put in more sometimes." He said aloud.
"Heathens. They sometimes even stand up in the middle of church and yell! How rude is that! Go back home and act like a religious zealot. This is church. Well, everyone knows where they are going."
Lucy finished the last part of her paper and looked up. Traffic was still at a stand-still. It seemed to her that the cars barely moved at all in the time that she was working on her paper. She pulled back the thin wisps of hair as she focused on the road. C'mon, c'mon! I want to go home and sleep sometime tonight, she thought. At that she heard her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Lucy. It's Mom."
"Oh, hi Mom,"
"Do you want to go to the Youth Revival at church next week."
"Mom."
"Oh, won't you, honey? Just once?"
"Mom, we've talked about this. I don't believe like you do."
"Sweety, Jesus died for y-"
Silence for a few seconds. A sound like she dropped something on the floor.
"Mom? Mom?"
CHAPTER TWO
"Done and done!" Kyle said to himself, as he added in the last semicolon.
He saved the files to the hard drive and to multiple disks. He yawned as he glanced once more at the headline, "Israel Bombing, Middle East War Continues." "By Kyle Taylor." Read the byline.
He had written this article personally. Boy, did he love being the #1 writer on the 2nd most popular and successful paper in the entire state of New York. His paycheck was anything but meager as well. Many times, he had done interviews: Larry King Live and Nightline being the most notable. He had become as popular to New York as Superman to the United States. He always loved a challenge and was never biased until it came to religion. He thought of religion as for elderly people who only have a faint hope to lean on before they die or children who also believe in the Easter Bunny and Santa Clause. Anyone with half a brain could register that with the hate and cahos in the world there is no way that there could be a loving higher being watching over everyone. Nothing annoyed him more than religious nuts trying to sell them on their cult with scare tactics. Telling him that one day, all the "good people" will be float up to heaven while all the heithens are left to face the wrath of this loving God. Nothing seemed more crazy to him.
So, this article was conflicting. Pete was the boss though and he wanted his best stuff out there for this one so he relunctantly agreed. He would put all his findings into one article about the possibility of peace in the Middle East. Kyle hopped on a fully loaded 747 en route to Jerusalem. He made sure to outline the situation with the Dome of the Rock and the Jewish temple. He clearly stated how much this land meant to this faiths. He interviewed Jewish and Muslim leaders and heads of the government there. Then, it came. One of Israel's enemies bombed Israel. It was no doubt an unprovoked attack is what the Israeli leaders told Kyle. Yeah, right, Kyle thought, you spit in the face of them with all your customs. How can you say that it was unprovoked? Kyle took notes, telling himself to shut up every once in a while so he could stay in this neutral point of view. He had been so close to the bombsight that it scared him. He high-tailed it out of there before those zealous quacks got him killed!
Tim walked around the youth room as the fresh alcohol settled in his stomach. He picked up a tract off the floor. He opened it and read the first couple of paragraphs. Disgusted, he threw it in the trash.
"Lies," he said, low to himself, "I wonder who brought this piece of garbage in. This talks about having to be saved to go to Heaven. What is that? Why do all those people think that? Some people think that others are so gullible that they will believe whatever is written on paper. Everybody knows that if you do enough good things to outweigh the bad things than God will take you to Heaven. You don't have to get saved or accept Jesus into your heart or any of this stuff. You just pray and read the Bible and go to church. Then you will go to Heaven. That is it. You don't have to do anything too drastic or life-changing. You don't have to change your life for God. I remember my parents used to say that. They always had to be so perfect didn't they?"
Tim scratched his head as he went into the gym and shot basketball.
"I almost wish I didn't go to this church," he said to himself, "but my parents went here and how would that look to everyone. The problem with this church is that they never just leave you alone. They always make you answer questions like, 'How is God working in your life?'. What kind of question is that? I guess he is fine. He is fine on Sundays and Wednesdays but this talk of living some kind of holy life 24/7 is absurd. That just isn't possible. I have to be myself sometime. I'm a big man in the church. Why don't you talk to the weird people who aren't clean-shaven and show up in practically rags. The day I go to church in a tanktop is the day that they kick me out."
Tim laughed to himself.
"What about the cheap people who put in like a dollar in the offering plate? I put in exactly 10%. I even put in more sometimes." He said aloud.
"Heathens. They sometimes even stand up in the middle of church and yell! How rude is that! Go back home and act like a religious zealot. This is church. Well, everyone knows where they are going."
Lucy finished the last part of her paper and looked up. Traffic was still at a stand-still. It seemed to her that the cars barely moved at all in the time that she was working on her paper. She pulled back the thin wisps of hair as she focused on the road. C'mon, c'mon! I want to go home and sleep sometime tonight, she thought. At that she heard her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Lucy. It's Mom."
"Oh, hi Mom,"
"Do you want to go to the Youth Revival at church next week."
"Mom."
"Oh, won't you, honey? Just once?"
"Mom, we've talked about this. I don't believe like you do."
"Sweety, Jesus died for y-"
Silence for a few seconds. A sound like she dropped something on the floor.
"Mom? Mom?"