Maybe hewastruly crazy. “What are you looking at?”
Thomas leaned on his cane. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me.” Kyle had no idea why he remained listening to this fool. Thomas had obviously lost it. Or had he? There was something in his eyes, some force, some power he’d not seen before. Not the glazed look of a madman at all. It was love. It spilled out of every pore, radiated over his skin, beamed from his smile. Overwhelming love. For Kyle? He’d done nothing but hunt Thomas down, doubt him at every turn, and gloat over his soon coming execution. Yet was it Thomas's love Kyle felt, or did it come from Someone else?
“Okay.” Thomas sighed. “I’m looking at two very mighty warrior angels standing here with us.” He said the words so matter-of-factly, so calmly, and with such confidence, it was hard for Kyle to disagree.
“Angels, eh?” He huffed.
Thomas shrugged. “You asked. And they have pretty cool weapons too.”
Now Kyle laughed.
Why are you still here? This guy is a lunatic and a liar.
Kyle could not deny that. Maybe heshouldleave. Maybe there was no answer to his question. Maybe Thomas had just gone crazy, and that was all there was to it. Placing his crutch under his arm, he turned toward the door.
“I rebuke you demons. I muzzle you in the name of Jesus! Be silent.”
Halting at Thomas's strange words, Kyle faced him. He couldn’t say why, but a sudden weight seemed to lift off him, as if someone removed a heavy blanket from his shoulders, an oppressive blanket. The whispers urging him to leave vanished.
“God is a good God, Kyle,” Thomas appealed. “He is pure love. What other God would send His only Son to be tortured and murdered for a bunch of losers like us? When Jesus rose again, He conquered our enemy and opened the way for us to live forever with Him. Amazing grace!”
A flash of brilliant gold swept across Kyle’s vision, drawing his gaze to two beings standing to his right. One had a sword, the other a club. Both wore armor.
Both smiled at him.
His knees gave out.
Lunging for him, Thomas caught him, and helped him to sit on the cot.
Buzzing filled Kyle’s head as breath fled his lungs. “I saw them.”
“The angels?”
Kyle looked up, but they were gone. “Yes.”
Thomas laughed. “Told ya.”
“What the…” Kyle blinked and stared at Thomas. “It’s all true… everything you said.”
Smiling, Thomas nodded.
“All this time, I’ve been wrong and my sister was right.” He bent over, struggling to breathe.
Thomas sat beside him. “It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?”
Kyle rubbed his eyes, his thoughts and emotions jumbling in shock. Could this be true? Could this really be true? “I hated Nyla when she joined the Deviants. I wouldn’t listen to her or my Tata, my grandmother. I wanted to be powerful and wealthy and feel like I was somebody.”
“It’s the same trap I fell into. But youaresomeone. Someone very important to Jesus! You are precious, worth dying for.”
Tears filled Kyle’s eyes as an overwhelming sense of peace cloaked him, a peace he’d never felt before. “I want to follow Him.”
“I have to ask you something, Kyle.” Thomas grew serious. “Have you taken Aali’s quantum stamp?”
Kyle wiped moisture from his face. “No. I’ve been too busy tracking you.” He chuckled.
Thomas smiled. “Good. Then if you truly want to become a follower of Jesus, repent of your sins, believe in Him, and submit your life to Him.”
