Introduction:  This is the third chapter of my short story “Message & Warning”. If you haven’t read chapters one & two yet or the ‘introduction’ you can do so here:

• Chapter 1 (with Introduction)
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3

I hope and pray that you will read the story and feel the message that is meant for you. Then share the story with others as you feel prompted to do so.

Chapter 4

The blackness vanished in a moment. I was approaching this almost sheer warm creamy white curtain that shimmered with silver threading. Yes, I recognized it at once. Almost unbelievably Rick was there. Rick had shared the gospel with me and led me to God when I was 21 years old and a seasoned US Navy sailor. Rick was just as I remembered him from 50 years ago, young, straight, with a head full of blonde hair. He smiled at me with a deep brotherly love. He shook my hand, warmly embraced me, and he pulled the curtain back for me to pass through. I stepped into the room…that glorious room I had been in before.

The first person I saw was the one who had talked to me in that room some months before. But this time he hugged me and welcomed me home. He didn’t say a single word my ears heard, it was more as if I could hear his spirit talk to mine. I instantly recognized him from pictures long ago discovered in a lone beat up box from my childhood home’s basement. The pictures were of a man in the early years of World War 2, working on a P-40 fighter plane in Africa. A thin man, not very tall, weathered from the African sun, sporting a rakish mustache, and thinning hair. My father stood before me.

Then my wife, now a beautiful and enchanting young woman in her mid-20’s, ran into may arms and hugged me as I’ve never been hugged before. Again, spirit to spirit she told me how much she had missed me, hugged me tighter and told me everything was fantastic and was going to be even better now. She was excited for me to meet all of her family and our children, but that would come later. For now, she said, there are things you must do and your father will guide you.

My father took my hand, something he had never done when I was a child, and led me to the far end of the room. He turned, looking me straight in the eye, and let me know he was very sorry he had left me at such a young age, that had never been his intent. I had been only 17 at the time and a sailor fresh out of boot-camp. The sickness was too much for his body to endure at his older age of 72 when he had passed. We simply smiled at each other, all was forgiven, all was good, this was my father and I knew he loved me without conditions.

As we left the room we stepped into the soft, warm, quiet clouds…

< Chapter 3                        Author’s Endnote >

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The PDF book also contains the “Author’s Endnote” that explains why I wrote this story…about 1400 words. It contains some interesting insights into today’s world and how it relates to the message of the story. I think you would enjoy it.

Chapters –

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Author’s Endnote

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