Author sat seething. Anger tainted his breathing; he prepared himself for a hostile sin. The deed had been done; an extreme wrong befell his son and because of this a life would end. On this night Author decided to try an empty his plate, and to gain for his son a spotless clean slate by using his tool, a chrome snub nose 38.
A man cannot be allowed to get away with what he has done. Author left his home at 9 p.m. to find the man who did this awful thing to him, but worst of all to his son.
While Author turned corners in his ride he preyed, asking the LORD to be by his side on this very bad day, but he felt what he was asking was not right. Then through the water falls of Author tears the LORD reached out and unplugged his ears so that he can hear rather than try and use his sight. Author was spiritually blind.
He flinched at this discovery. Confused but amused at everything being louder than it should be. Then he heard a voice. It was the LORD.
HE said, "Oh! Ye of little faith, what is this you are doing." "Have you not heard the truth?" "Is it he who wronged your son you are pursuing?"
Author boldly replied, "Yes my LORD, it is him that I pursue." "He has taken away from my son what a man should never lose." "That which you abomonized, he has forced upon my boy." "And when I find him I'll cut off his life stem, for my anger I will deploy."
The LORD'S anger was aroused. He said, "BOW DOWN CHILD, PEACE BE STILL." "DO YOU MEAN TO DISRESPECTFULLY TELL ME WHAT IT IS YOU ARE GOING THROUGH?" "IS WHAT YOU HAVE INSTORED FOR HIM WORSE THAN WHAT I CAN DO?" Author said, "No LORD, I do not." "I, in no way proclaim the ability to send men where it is too hot."
The LORD replied, "WELL SAID MY CHILD BUT YOU HAVE PROVOKED ME TO BEING ANGRY" "WHAT IS THIS YOU SPEAK BEING THAT I KNOW YOU AND YOU NOW ME, AND EVEN NOW AS I TALK TO YOU SO PLAINLY."
"YOU STIFF NECKED MAN, FOR TWO WEEKS YOU WILL LIVE YOUR ASSAILANTS FUTURE PLIGHT." "YOU WILL BE HUMBLED BY WITNESSING THE GLORY OF YOUR LORD'S MIGHT."
Suddenly the power in Author's ride died out. A thick blackness came over his Cadi, and from under the car flames began to sprout.
Author opened his door and tried to get out from the fire, until he looked down and saw there was no ground, and then he begged for his life to expire. He was blessed with only two weeks. It could have been forever.
No sooner than when his car lit up, he did too. Jumping and flailing from front to back seat, the pain kept him from thinking of what to do. Author just cried horrid screams until his two weeks was finally through.
He woke up back in his car; his skin was damp and cold. He saw the guy he was search for smiling with his mouth full of gold.
He parked the car across the street and walked to the man he needed to meet; his intentions hadn't changed, but he still went forward.
Author walked up to the man and politely shook his hand, but whispered in his ear.
Vengeance is the LORD'S.