Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Zombie Apocalypse becomes Wendigo Hunters

Doc Savage is similar
to one of my characters
Since last July I've been writing my first full-length fiction novel. That might seem like a long time, but I have this rule that if I'm bored with what I'm writing - then I'll bore the reader. So I stop for weeks and months while my mind cogitates the plot and characters. (In the meantime I wrote and published a few short stories, and they are on Amazon and Smashwords.)

So last July I actually put the rough draft of the first few chapters in my blog - you can find it here, but it doesn't look quite the same any longer. I also gave it a working title: Zombie Apocalypse: Vampire Raiders of Las Vegas, which still makes me chuckle a bit.

I'm at over 82,000 words and the first draft is finished. I have an excellent editor who suggested I change the beginning of the novel, so that's what I'm working on. For your reading pleasure, here's the new Chapter One.

Oh, and I changed the title. The novel will be called Wendigo Hunters: Revelations.

Here you go, and if you have any suggestions, please let me know.

Chapter One

Claire stretched, shifting her weight in her saddle. "Well, Shelly, Jed sent us out for three horses and we end up with five. I think we can head back today." She took a deep drink from her weathered canteen. "I'm just glad Jed only has us do this scouting thing every quarter now instead of once a month. The best thing is we haven't seen any zombies - or smelled them," she laughed.

"The only thing I smell is me after four days without a decent bath," Shelly replied. She patted her horse's neck, staring into the distance. "I'm just glad there aren't as many of the rotting rovers as there used to be, so we don't need to worry about our livestock as much." She stood up in her stirrups, catching a glimpse of something sparkling in the distance. "But I think we might be a little premature," she said. Shelly turned her bay mare toward the south and walked her slowly across the wide field. "I'll be glad to get back home and take a proper shower, that's for sure." She shook her long black hair loose, retying it with a red bandanna before putting her hat back on. "Don't you want to go home, Chula?" she asked her horse. The mare whinnied and shuffle-stepped to the side, tossing her mane.

Claire grinned, her straight white teeth contrasting with her ebony features. Her wavy black hair hung to her shoulders, her cowboy hat firmly on her head as she trotted next to her friend. "I know what you mean, girl. A hot shower and soft bed would be welcome about now."

Shelly laughed, a low, tinkling sound echoed by the sparkle of her brown eyes. "You thinking of August again, aren't you, you crazy Amazon…"

Claire sighed, pulling close to Shelly and swatting at her with her hat. "The big guy doesn’t seem interested in me."

Shelly laughed again. "You just need to try harder, Claire. He's interested. You can see it in his eyes."
Claire's face clouded over. "There's more behind that big man's eyes than interest, Shelly. There's some dark secrets, or I'll eat my hat." She patted her horse's side and whispered in her ear. The horse shook her head and snorted.

"You have some secrets of your own, Chica. Don't think I can't tell." Shelly stopped Chula and pointed toward the thing shining in the grass. "Look suspicious to you?"

Claire's horse shuddered and Claire put her warm hand against the black mare's neck. The horse flicked her ears at an errant fly. "Hush, Kiya," Claire whispered. "It's all right." Claire's hand shot forward and snatched the fly from the air, casually crushing it and wiping her fingers on her dirty jeans. "I hate flies, too," she muttered.

She dismounted and pulled a long, smooth blade from a scabbard attached to the back of her saddle, leaving Kiya ground-tied. Walking forward slowly, Claire pushed the tall grass aside with her sword blade. Disturbed flies swarmed into the still air and Claire backed away, an ancient curse erupting from her.

Shelly's horse moved close to Kiya, stopping a dozen feet from Claire. "So what is it, chica?" She asked.

Claire returned to Kiya and mounted, sliding her sword into the scabbard, her mouth set in a grim line across her face. "Shiny belt buckle. Really dead zombie," she said quietly. "Can't tell what kind of zombie, though." They moved the horses away from the smell of rotting flesh. "We'll have to follow their tracks. Jed will want to know how many there are."

Shelly groaned and her shoulders drooped. "Well, this will keep us out here, won't it?"

Claire shrugged. "A few more days won't hurt us." She looked at the small herd they gathered, all of them peacefully grazing in the long grass. "The horses should be all right until we get back." They rode south.

Less than an hour later, they scared away coyotes pulling parts from a second dead zombie.
Shelly pointed at what was left of the rotting corpse. "No signs of a struggle, so this one dropped, just like the first one. Not a persistent zombie, then."

"Might have been running with some Persistents, though," Claire replied. "It can happen if they aren't too old." She looked at the coyotes. "Good thing the virus doesn't spread to scavengers."

Shelly nodded. "No kidding. I just don't get it," she said. "We're miles from any people. Why do the Zs always seem to come from the north, that's what I want to know."

"At some point Jed will have to check into that, I suppose," said Claire, nudging Kiya forward to follow the trail. "They picked up speed here," she said.

Shelly looked into the distance. "Hey, that's Highway 160 ahead of us. I didn't realize we were so close to the road."


They heard the loud crack of a gunshot ahead. The women looked at each other and galloped their horses toward the sound.


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The Good Samaritan

I'd credit the artist if I knew them.


Let's look at the Good Samaritan.
Luke 10:30-37 NKJV
Then Jesus answered and said: “A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, who stripped him of his clothing, wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead. Now by chance a certain priest came down that road. And when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. Likewise a Levite, when he arrived at the place, came and looked, and passed by on the other side. But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was. And when he saw him, he had compassion. So he went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine; and he set him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. On the next day, when he departed, he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said to him, ‘Take care of him; and whatever more you spend, when I come again, I will repay you.’ So which of these three do you think was neighbor to him who fell among the thieves?”
And he said, “He who showed mercy on him.” Then Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.”

The Bible is an interesting document. There are layers of meaning interlaced through the whole thing. It almost makes me believe in the Bible Code concept… But I digress.

On the surface, the story of the Good Samaritan is about defining our neighbor. I've heard some Pastors say that the story means everyone is our neighbor. I disagree.

It is the people we meet in our lives. The Samaritan was going about his business. He wasn't going out of his way to meet new people, and he certainly wasn't seeking out Jews to befriend. Yet in his daily travels he met a person in need. Unlike the ones who talked a good game (the priest and the Levite), the Samaritan's heart was moved with pity for his fellow man.

He didn't kneel down and ask what religion the man was. This man was stripped and beaten half-dead, so I suspect you couldn't tell if he was Samaritan, Jew or Gentile. He was simply a man in need.
We help family when we can. That's what family does.

We help people w ho help us back. That's human nature. Quid pro quo, tit for tat, reciprocity. "It's the right thing to do," says your mother. "They helped us, we help them."

The Samaritan helped someone who could not reciprocate. God (Jesus) did the same for us - gave us a gift we cannot repay. Helping others who cannot repay us is imitating God.

Do we ask their religion first? I think not. Do we convince them that our religion is right? The Samaritan never even raises the issue - he simply helps the man in need.

A few things to note, then I'll let you go.

The Samaritan was going about his business - and he continued to do so. He simply added this one small service to his agenda. He had places to go, and he did so.

He didn't question the hurting man's race or religion or personal values. Really, for all he knew the hurt man was a mean man whose friends got tired of him. He didn't ask. He didn't do it for the man (the man never thanks him in the story). He did it because it was the right thing to do and it heart was moved.

The Pastor followed it up with a quote from the NLT of the Bible that makes me laugh when I read it. Galatians 6:3 "If you think you are too important to help someone, you are only fooling yourself. You are not that important." (I knew that!)

(Okay, before your feathers ruffled, it doesn't say you are not important - it says you're not more important than anyone else. God loves us all, regardless of our faults.)

I'm not saying that we are always equipped to help someone. If you have a computer problem, give me a call; I might be able to help. Want me to cry with you - uhm, can I get Darling for that? 1 Peter 4:10 "Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others!" Yeah, sorry. Crying with you isn't usually my gift. I'll sit with you, though.

I'm also not saying to help everyone.

Ooooo. What did I just say? I can hear church people picking up rocks to throw at me. Look, the fact is that some people are just out there to get what they can from others. When my youngest brother was a deacon he investigated the people that asked for money from the church. Quite a few of them did not have the financial issues they claimed. (He was chastised for checking!) How do you know the difference? I suggest prayer and do what your heart tells you, but be cautious. You know when someone is truly in need. You can pretty much tell when someone is taking advantage of you. If not, ask for advice.

Here's the bottom line:
Saved People Serve People. It's what we're supposed to do.


Monday, October 13, 2014

Heroic


What is it about our hearts that cry out for the heroic, the sublime desire to become better than we are, better than we even dream of becoming?


Thank you to all my heroes, the ones in uniform, the ones who showed me kindness and taught me the meaning of being more.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Doubting Thomas



Today's sermon message was titled "Small Faith vs Big Doubt" and I can sum it up pretty quickly, so bear with me.

In matters of Faith, it is okay to have doubts, but it is not okay to stay there. After all, even one of the apostles, men who walked and ate with Jesus, doubted His resurrection. So, of course, we should look at the Gospel account of "Doubting Thomas:" John 20:19-28 and I'll use the New King James Version (NKJV).

Then, the same day at evening, being the first day of the week, when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled, for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood in the midst, and said to them, “Peace be with you.” When He had said this, He showed them His hands and His side. Then the disciples were glad when they saw the Lord.

You can see why Jesus didn't knock on the door. The apostles would not have answered. They were in a closed room or house and afraid of the Jews. A knock on the door would have frightened them. Instead, Jesus simply appeared to them. Without opening the door. In a closed (presumably, locked) room.

Jesus can do this, you know. There is no door He cannot open, no wall He cannot breach.

When an angel appears to a person, the first thing the angel says is "Do not be afraid." Jesus instead gives them a gift - Peace. "Peace be with you," He said to them. Don't you want Peace? And don't we want peace in our lives the most when we've locked and barred the door to your lives?

So Jesus said to them again, “Peace to you! As the Father has sent Me, I also send you.” And when He had said this, He breathed on them, and said to them, “Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained.”

The very breath of God gives life. He breathed life into each of us at conception. He breathes life into us again when He sends us forth as His ambassador into the world. Remember who you represent. Remember whose name you bear. It is a solemn duty to be the witness of God to the world. It is a privilege not to be taken lightly. Do we do what Jesus would do in our place? Do we pray for all the healing and hurting we encounter? Do we stop and help? I can't say that I always do so.

Now Thomas, called the Twin, one of the twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. The other disciples therefore said to him, “We have seen the Lord.” So he said to them, “Unless I see in His hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and put my hand into His side, I will not believe.”

Poor Thomas. His trusted friends all tell him the same thing, but he can't believe them. He probably thinks it is mass hallucination or just a nervous breakdown. They just couldn't handle the truth - that Jesus was gone forever. So he takes the road we all take. If I don't see it, I won't believe it. We do that every day, in all aspects of our lives. We do it because the world has taught us the harsh lesson that you can't be sure of anything until you see it, feel it, taste it, touch it, hear it. When we were children we believed without seeing, but we're grown now and we know better.

Yet, Jesus is not of this world. He is God incarnate. We call Him the Son because our minds are not capable of understanding the Holy One who is God and yet became Man. He is God, and if there is one thing we can believe in without seeing, it is the faithfulness of God, the knowledge that God will always be there for us.

That's a hard concept. That's why we doubt. God understands our doubt. He understood the doubt of Thomas. Look what happened.

And after eight days His disciples were again inside, and Thomas with them. Jesus came, the doors being shut, and stood in the midst, and said, “Peace to you!” Then He said to Thomas, “Reach your finger here, and look at My hands; and reach your hand here, and put it into My side. Do not be unbelieving, but believing.” And Thomas answered and said to Him, “My Lord and my God!”

Jesus appeared again and gave Thomas exactly the proof he asked for.

God always reveals Himself when we ask, when we wait for Him.

Like Thomas, we can only have one response to God appearing in our lives. "My Lord and my God!"
We all have troubles. We all hurt and doubt and struggle. God almighty can walk into your life through whatever doors you close and reveal Himself to you. Just ask.

Our God is not Dead, and He will show you His pierced hands and feet, the wound in His side. I hope He does.

God bless you all.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

My Aunt Fannie, My Mom Said

I'll admit it. I was sitting here at lunch time playing Candy Crush. I looked at a couple moves and realized one of them looked like a good move, but wasn't. As clear as a bell I heard my Mother's voice in my head.

"My Aunt Fannie, that's a good move." (It was always a negative reference - AND she didn't have an Aunt Fannie.)

I haven't heard that expression in decades, probably in more than forty years, but Mom used to say it occasionally, and it was a sign things were not right in the world. (It just now occurred to me what she was really saying, but that's not the point of this tale.)

We didn't swear much when we were children. You might not know what soap tastes like, but I sure do. A few times eating that delicacy and even the thought of saying a bad word tasted awful.

Oh, we knew what bad words were. Our Grandpa Mac often entertained us with his casual use of foul language, usually directed at us. We were always shocked.

Even the word "damn" wasn't used at our house, except occasionally by Dad and when that happened we were horrified and scrambled for cover.

I didn't even use bad language in college. Once I entered the working world I spent a lot of time in the local chemical plants and bad language infected my speech patterns. I didn't even realize it until HR called me in one day and told me they had complaints about my language.

Ouch.

I was embarrassed that I offended someone that badly with my tongue. Then I was ashamed and thought of how disappointed my Mom would be.

My language improved tremendously, but it's a slippery slope, so be careful.

In the Bible, Matthew (15:11) and Mark (7:15) have the same story, warning us:

Matthew 15:11 (NIV) What goes into a man's mouth does not make him 'unclean,' but what comes out of his mouth, that is what makes him 'unclean.'

Mark 7:15 (NIV) Nothing outside a person can defile them by going into them. Rather, it is what comes out of a person that defiles them.

I'm seeking cleanliness and holiness in my life, and how I speak should reflect that. When someone claims to be Christian, yet says things that display a darkness within them, I have to wonder.

So if I had to say a prayer for this, it would be something like this:
Lord, my God, help cleanse me and give me peace and may my words bring you glory and honor in all things.


And I don't want to disappoint Mom.



Thanks for reading.