I know this post is a bit late, but things happen. Below is a continuation of the previous post from Talent For A Mission, Chapter Two, copyright © 2023 Deborah Lagarde, which tells why I chose to believe on Christ.
Again, why do you believe on Christ?
And consider that others have similar life events that you have had, so that maybe if you fashion a novel with a similar plot or theme, perhaps others in that same situation will consider accepting Christ as Savior.
Now you might wonder why I believe on Christ. Those two ‘miraculous events’ I referred to earlier have something to do with it. But another event that I mentioned earlier, the one I witnessed in late February, 1997, caused me to truly believe and know that Christ is my Savior. It happened about a half-mile from the house and I was in a very bad way at the time. I will not go into details but it was a very low point in my life, a mother with young children. A similar event based on this became part of a later chapter in The Prodigal Band, sited below.
From Chapter Thirteen of The Prodigal Band: the context—band singer Erik is about to be ‘sacrificed’ to the Satan-character in the novels, Corion, a spirit that inhabits an evil oligarch named Mark Besst. The other band members are bagged and tied, leaning against the dungeon wall in sitting positions. The singer is sitting on an altar in a dungeon in a stately manor owned by another oligarch and banker, Torquay. Erik is to be impaled with a sword at his heart from the backside, by Besst, a leader of a satanic society called the Hellyons. Before that happens, a satanic ritual is begun.
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But as they were speaking, the other ten Hellyons walked in wearing black robes with hoods, and chanting some satanic chant. Torquay was last, and he rang a bell when entering. And, in the order at the altar were, to the left of the Baron—Davis, then Prince Leo of Leandro, then Princess Nina of Leandro, then Ally, then Drew—who had recruited Mark into the Hellyons at college, then Mark Besst—at the foot of the altar—then Melanie, then X, then Y, then ‘Beast’, then Marty Effingchester, who stood at the right of Torquay.
Then the chanting continued, to call forth Corion.
“I am here, my children,” Corion, inhabiting Mark Besst, answered behind Erik.
That’s Mark’s voice! So, he has taken Cole Blessing’s place!
And it was Mark, that is Corion—not Torquay, who would normally perform the sacrifice—who brandished the sword that would slice the singer’s heart if he did not take the Oath to Satan.
The others chanted as robots while Corion, inhabiting Mark, called forth for Erik to take the Oath. That is, proclaiming loyalty to Satan-Corion by word-bond, not actually ‘signing’ a piece of paper in blood, or red ink. A ‘pledge,’ so to speak.
When all of the participants in the sacrifice were present and at their places at the altar, Mark, reaching over nearly having to climb onto the altar to do so, removed the knotted tie that kept the burlap bag over Erik’s head, and cut the rope releasing his hands. Torquay, in front of the singer, cut the leg bonds.
After the bag was removed, Erik took a very deep breath and coughed, clearing his throat—some burlap thread residue had gotten into the back of his throat—and spit out the residue. Then looked around at the hooded Hellyons, not really recognizing anyone. Not knowing the order at which they stood. Just knowing Torquay was in front of him and Besst was behind him, and likely to do the dirty deed. And then he saw his fellows sitting against the wall, still bound and bagged.
“I’m fine, bros. Christ be with me. With all of us!”
“In Jesus’ Holy Name, Amen,” Jack answered.
In Jesus’ Holy Name? ‘Beast’ shook in forthcoming terror. The others at the altar did not here Jack’s prayer.
“Get ready,” the Creator said to His angels. “They will not forsake their mission! Be with them!”
“Just say the word, Our Father!” The Tooters readied from the white realm.
Corion began. “On the morning of the 6th of June, 1986, your band leader pledged your soul to me, Corion, god of darkness born in light, as payment for your success, as well as the souls of your fellows. I have allowed you to achieve that success and all the trappings of it. You and your mates have reveled in those trappings, your debaucheries, your idol status, your desire to do what you wished with no consequences, and you thinking it was you that caused it all, your ego abounding into a godhood you thought you had.”
As Corion spoke, a Spirit within Erik called to him. What this minion of evil says was true, but do not listen to this evil, because you have made a change of heart, and have repented in heart and repented in word. Because you have called on Christ in His Name, His Spirit resides in you. Now, let this Spirit speak out of your mouth to rebuke this evil.
As Corion spoke, the singer, guided by the Holy Spirit within him, mocked the Evil one. “Liar! You didn’t give me this singing voice, and I didn’t either! God did! Christ did! You didn’t give us the means and the talent to achieve success so that we would repent and then do the bidding of the One Who gave us these gifts! God did. Christ did!”
Against the wall and now leaning forward sat the others, anticipating Erik telling Corion and the Evil to stick it where the sun don’t shine, we don’t need your stinkin’ godhood!
“And finally, you minion of Evil that murdered Adam Bloodlove, Swami Negran, Cole Blessing, Neville Banner, thousands of Walltown peasants, millions of innocent people throughout history, indentured, enslaved millions more using your heinous lackeys like Marty Effingchester—”
The Duke now shuddered in fright.
“—and nearly caused me to die but save for The Tooters giving me a song to heal me.”
Corion laughed. “Those puny Tooters can kiss my ass! And that goes double for your so-called God.”
“Thus sayeth the Lord,” the Spirit spoke through Erik, “Do not mock the Lord! That created you, wayward son, and will see you in your place again, the Abyss!”
Corion laughed even harder now. “We will see, when I take the baby son of the troubadour you speak through. Payment will be mine!”
“No you won’t take my son!” Erik spoke on his own. “You will never take my son Jason from me! In your dreams, you lying sack of shit!” Left the altar.
He then turned toward Mark-Corion. “You will never have my Oath! Father God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost have my Yes! And you will never take my Jason from me! Rot in Hell where you belong!”
Mark, that is Corion, got his sword ready to impale Erik’s heart. His right arm pulled back to stick it through.
And then—
As three men that suddenly appeared literally out of nowhere released the others of their burlap bags and rope ties and helped them stand up, readying for their escape—
Corion swung his sword. But it could not penetrate the singer, still praising the Holy Trinity. “My life and the lives of mine are in your hands, my Savior Jesus Christ!”
Then, like Moses, like Elijah, like the Apostle Paul on the road to Damascus when Christ spoke to him, Erik’s face shined a light of brightness that banished the Evil from the room. The other five witnessed this event, astounded, and one of them said, “Praise God for this!”
I will say this, however—the actual event that I witnessed in 1997 was NOT a sacrifice. But I did become filled with the Holy Spirit that banished my anxiety and filled me with joy knowing Christ was with me, and my family.
Part Three of Chapter Two will be posted at the end of November. And Happy Thanksgiving! Gobble, gobble, gobble!
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