Driving home after a long day, I topped the rise just before my turn north and across the valley saw a car wildly spinning slam into the guardrail with flames spreading as it hung precariously over the cliff. Time stood stand still as hit the gas and skidded to a stop. I jumped out of my truck and ran to the car. I grabbed a pregnant woman standing there and damn it I knew her, Mareilene Johnson and she knew me and her twin sister Dareilene, pregnant as well was slumped over the wheel, not moving.
As I grabbed the car door, Mareilene yanked me back and screamed,
“Dareilene and unborn baby are dead! I need help to push the car off the cliff and let it explode with them in it.”
“What in the FUCK are you talking about? You can't do that!” “Oh yes, I can.” Mareilene said,
“‘He' will be here soon and if you help me now, ‘we' just might have a chance to live! Believe me Joe, God sent you here to save me and the baby. According to ‘Him', you are the one that I can trust!”
I looked into her eyes and knew she was telling the truth. The car was teetering on the edge of the ice covered cliff and with a simple push, it plunged off the edge and exploded in flame. We both jumped into my truck and as I hit the gas she screamed,
“Drive like the Devil is on your heels, because he is!”
The Coming, a novel about the second coming was written for those who believe in God, those who don't, and those that just don't know. I hope The Coming gives you pause to think . . . What if?
A. Ben Bacon