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Random thought: If you try to fail and succeed, what have you done?

Oh yeah. I am a Christian and not ashamed. This story, starting now, is about the flock getting saved. If that offends you, don't read it. But I think anyone of any faith should be able to read and be okay with it... If you think I could have handled their "salvations" better tell me, but please no flames.

Disclaimer: Don't own JP, don't own flock, don't own Fang's backpack, don't own a car...

I dressed and bandaged Iggy's wounds with stuff Fang pulled out of his backpack while the Flock watched in admiration- with the exception of Iggy and Fang, of course. "How did you learn to do that?" Gazzy asked.

I shrugged. "Simple first aid. Now, did anyone else get scratched up?"

Nudge and Fang both had cuts, but they turned my offer of help aside. "Go wash your face. You're way worse off than we are," Nudge told me.

When I came back from the lakeside, they were already bandaged up. Fang directed my to lie down as Nudge hopped to my side.

"He's really good at this, he's really gentle," she started. "You wouldn't think Fang would be that good at something like this, but he is, so we decided to let him bandage your face. It looks really bad. Does it hurt? What's going to happen to Iggy?" She paused.

"I don't know, Nudge. We'll have to pray for the best. Now, could you give Fang some quiet so he could concentrate? Maybe you could play a game with Angel and Gasman." She nodded and skipped away. Fang didn't smile, but I could see it in his eyes.

As he carefully worked on my face, he asked in a low voice, "Did you mean that? About praying?"

"Yes, of course! If God doesn't help us with Iggy's back, he won't be able to fly for a long time," I replied in a whisper.

"So you do believe in God?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Why?"

So then and there I explained it to him. How mankind is doomed to die because of sin, but instead of letting us go to hell for eternity, God sent His only Son to die a horrible death. Now we can accept Him and believe in Him and go to heaven when we die. Fang finished with my face and sat there, listening quietly.

"I think you're crazy. You can't prove there's a God."

"Neither can I prove that I'm Rachel, but you believe me. Nature just screams that there is a Creator. Can't you see the obvious design around you?"

"Yeah, I think I do. But if your God is so loving and all that, then why did any of this happen?"

"There's sin in the world, Fang. But everything happens for a reason. God works everything out for those who love Him. In the end, He will prevail and make all things right. People who didn't choose Him will burn forever, along with the traitor who started it all, Satan."

"Why? Can't He just make everyone believe, if He loves them so much?"

"It's love that prevents Him from doing that. Don't you see? If He did that, we'd just be robots! He wants us to be able to have free will of choice."

"I don't get it. How can you love a God who let that happen to your face? Who let that happen to Iggy?"

I took a deep breath and looked straight into his eyes, which met mine steadily. I was about to start treading some dangerous ground, and hoped he wasn't going to kick my butt for it. "Well, it's like this. You know how you love Max?" He tensed. "Even when she does stuff that hurts you, or you don't understand? But in the end, things kind of work out, don't they? God is like that, only better. We're only looking at the here and now, but He sees the big picture."

"Whatever. I still don't get it." With that, he turned and walked away. As I sat up, I saw through the holes in my bandages that everyone was there, watching me. I wondered how much they had heard. Dear Lord, help me to be a witness to these kids. They scurried away as they saw me get up. I went over to Iggy and knelt beside him.

Placing my hands lightly on his back, I prayed. Hard. God, I know you haven't ever used me for healing before. But if it's Your will, we need a miracle, soon. We won't be able to go very far with Iggy's back like this. And these kids need a miracle. Help them believe. And whatever happens, let Your Name be glorified. Amen.

The Voice talked to me again. Because of your faith, Rachel. Check his back. Hm. Interesting. So I did.

There was no trace of his injury.

"I-Iggy?" I stammered.

"Yeah? What's going on? I felt your hands on my back."

"Your back- does it hurt?"

"No. Why?"

"Be- because your gashes are- are gone."

"WHAT?"

He jumped up from his lying-down position and felt his back excitedly. "Holy- it's gone! It's gone!" he shouted joyously. Hearing the racket, everyone rushed into the clearing as he threw on his now-washed t-shirt and tested his wings. I discovered my face was also healing, and was fervently thanking God. Everyone else was excited, and Nudge was singing and dancing. Then, all at once, they stopped and looked at me.

"How did you do that?" Iggy whispered in awe.

"I didn't. God did."

"Really? Did you pray?"

"Yep. Did you hear me talking to Fang?" Suddenly the rest of the Flock disappeared.

"Yeah."

"Want to talk about it?"

And right then, I showed him to Jesus. He asked my to pray with him. Both of us were crying unabashedly and I was so happy I felt I could burst. By then it was dark, and we had a fire going. Then Nudge crept out of the shadows and asked some questions. Then Gazzy and even Angel. All four got saved that Sunday night. As we all hugged each other, I saw someone on the very edge of the circle of light.

I disentangled myself from the Flock and walked over to him. "What's the matter?"

He shook his head. "It's just... weird. Seeing you like this."

"You miss Max."

"I won't deny it. What you said earlier... was true." He sighed deeply.

"Say it, Fang. You need to."

"No."

"You need it."

"Heck no."

"Let it out. Remember, you're not talking to Max, you're talking to Rachel."

"Alright, alright. I love Max. You happy now?"

I smiled. "Now. Wanna join us?"

"Nah. Give me time."

"'Kay. I understand."

I visited a pay phone that night. Max was fine, no one suspected anything, and she was really interested in my church. She said everyone was really nice. She asked me a couple of questions, and I told her most of the Flock had gotten saved. She was happy for them, but said she'd have to think awhile.

The rest of the night I spent telling fascinated kids Bible stories.

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