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    22-Rapha's Moment With HIM

    (THE FALL, Ch. 4, pp42-45)

    Lucifer’s voice was in his ear.  “Ooh, you’re in trouble now.  Wait ‘til Daddy hears about this.”  Reaching toward the mound of dead and dying, Lucifer plucked up a tiny, struggling rabbit.  Too late, Rapha realized his intent and fought against invisible bonds as, with one sharp twist, Lucifer detached one of the rabbit’s legs, relishing its pain-filled shriek and Rapha’s mute struggle. 

    “This is a momentous occasion.  A proud angel is taught humility.”  Lucifer squatted beside Rapha and shoved the writhing bunny into his face.  “Take note little beast.  This is the first to shed innocent blood in Adonai’s new world.”  With a gentle caress, he held the mangled creature close.  Then, gazing into Rapha’s eyes, he squeezed tighter and tighter, his gaze never wavering through the cracking of tiny bones and terrified shrieks until, finally, the mound of fur ceased twitching. 

    Lucifer tossed the limp form into Rapha’s face, then brought forth the severed leg and pressed it against the angel’s mouth.  “Here.  Kiss it.  Perhaps it will bring me luck.”

    As Lucifer stood to leave, Rapha felt his body and tongue released but had no will to fight.  With the blood still warm on his lips and proof of his foolishness displayed before him, he remained kneeling, his spirit as broken as the animals’ bodies.

    “Remember this position,” Lucifer stated from above.  “I know I will.”

    With that, Rapha was once more alone atop the mountain.  If not for the suffering before him, he might have crawled away in shame.  Even with countless years of experiencing Adonai’s fathomless love, his faith in the face of such guilt failed.  But he could not abandon the innocence he had helped to crush. 

    “Please, Adonai,” he whispered, “come and heal.”

    At first, the only difference was a new scent.  Instead of the metallic smell of blood, there was a fragrance of sweet, honey-filled blooms and a particular type of fruit that grew only before Adonai’s throne.  All was borne on a breeze of such unreasonable love that Rapha felt he could slip into glorious delirium if he took one deep breath.  As it was, he kept his breathing shallow.   He was unworthy of such a gift.

    Then someone touched his shoulder.  Warmth flooded his being and the sweet scent took physical form in his mouth, becoming the purest nectar that flowed over his tongue.  But the bitterness of guilt welled up to repel this glorious intruder.

    “Please,” a soft voice with the magnitude of a surging ocean spoke, “To heal them, you must first be healed.”

    The kindness of that voice was a wedge to the vault of his pain.  A trickle of purity slipped inside exposing the venom that sought to infiltrate every fiber of his being.  The deep shadows were no match for that piercing light.   Yet still Rapha resisted.  He did not deserve absolution, much less this absolute bliss offered freely to his tortured soul.  Besides, there was a question to be answered.

    With his head still bowed, Rapha asked, “I sense the presence of Adonai, but He cannot dwell with impurity.  Who are you?”

    Rather than words, Rapha heard the most unexpected sound.  Laughter.  With a warm updraft the soil sighed, a flock of graceful birds took flight, the branches of surrounding trees waved as if applauding and, deep underground, Rapha felt the murmur of earth’s bones straining closer.  Even the whimpers of the suffering animals hushed.  Surprised, Rapha looked up.

    It was the man who had offered restoration to Lucifer so long ago before Adonai’s throne.  In contrast to Lucifer’s glory, the man bore a rough garment and unremarkable features.  However, Rapha sensed distilled power as if the sun’s radiation were compressed into an earthen vessel.  Rapha’s sadness and guilt could not exist before those eyes that peered unhindered into the core of his being and pulsed with delight.  The power was soft and malleable, like water, trickling into every hidden place but capable of breaking the proudest rock with its patient assault.

    As a mother might tend a messy child, the stranger lifted the edge of his sleeve to Rapha’s mouth and wiped away the blood.  Rapha blinked in amazement as the garment absorbed the stain, leaving only snowy whiteness in its wake.

    His senses probed into fathomless confidence and unbreakable love.  Questions pulled at his mind but they too bowed, swallowed in this One who embodied the meaning of all things. 

    The familiar stranger breathed across the animals.  One by one every wound healed and the shy creatures crept forward to nuzzle, perch, scamper, and slither to their heart’s delight.  Once again, creation was gifted with His laughter.  This time Rapha, awed that his failure was transformed into this moment of joy, also laughed.

    He stared in wonder at the humble, human profile that contained the sum of Adonai’s character, discovering delight in the paradox.  Why couple earthly flesh with divinity?  Then again, at his lowest moment, this One provided what Rapha needed; not the Almighty surrounded in blinding holiness, but this Holy One choosing to wrap Himself in vulnerability. 

    Ultimate power choosing humility?  Yes, that would be inconceivable to Lucifer. 

    But, wasn’t this One destined to appear thousands of years in humanity’s future?

    The Son of Man addressed the unspoken query.  “What I will do is already recorded in eternity.  That moment is as the pinnacle of this mountain.  Those on either side can look up, ponder, and climb toward its height.” 

    Even as Rapha grappled with this concept, he noticed something odd.  The tiny, abused hare struggled on only three legs as it tried to climb into the lap of its healer. 

    Once again the man answered his thoughts.  “This small one is a sign to all creation.”  As He spoke, the three-legged creature stepped timidly onto His palm, drawing Rapha’s attention to a scarred gash in the Holy One’s hand.  As He drew the animal to His breast, Rapha noted a matching wound on the back of the other hand as well.

    The soothing voice continued, “This age will be well-acquainted with corruption and cruelty, yet the greatest beauty and strength will thrive in that environment.  Adonai will never leave them comfortless.”  He placed a kiss on the animal’s head, then set it upon the ground.  As if understanding its purpose, the creature hopped toward the forest without looking back.

    Rapha pondered the Holy One’s words as he watched the small outline merge with shadows.  When he turned toward his mysterious companion, he discovered the man was gone.  There were two spots of bruised grass where His knees had rested and, as Rapha watched, they filled with water as if an underground spring had been tapped.  When the puddles overflowed, they began to trickle in opposite directions down each side of the mountain’s face.  Rapha raised himself to hover above the ground and watch each shallow stream become a widening river.  Within moments they were digging deep grooves in solid rock and splashing to the valley below, their force carving twin canyons that rejoined for the journey to the sea. 

    In the pounding waters, Rapha heard echoes of the Holy One’s laughter.

    (end excerpt)


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    Bite 10--Lucifer's Achilles Heel

    Chapter 2--pp 15-18

    Lucifer stared at the white-robed figure and, with a hand over his mouth as if stifling a laugh he said, “Is this my only friend?  How pathetic.”

    But the One before the throne ignored him.  “Father, Samael is your child.  Whatever offenses he has committed, and they are many, let them fall on me.”

    Lucifer gasped, “Father?  Is this?  No.”

    The man continued, “My flesh and blood alone can restore him to holiness.” 

    “Your flesh and blood?”  Lucifer spat.  “This… thing is not worthy to stand in my presence!”  Lucifer’s voice rose and his slander became more and more vile while the man stood, quiet and calm.

    “Silence.”  Adonai’s voice boomed from the throne.  “This is my Son in whom I am well pleased.”

    A collective gasp resounded. 

    Lucifer stared up and down the small figure as if searching for a hint of greatness.  In fact, Rapha could feel every eye fixed on the man, such a contrast to celestial splendor.  This was the One—fully God and fully man.  The prophecy stood before their eyes. 

    “So this is what all the fuss was about?”  Lucifer sneered, “How disappointing.”  But his body betrayed the condescending tone with tremors of fury. 

    The man before the throne turned to face Lucifer.  “Will you accept Our gift, Samael?”  

    “I am the Morning Star, the brightest and greatest of all creation!  I have no need of your beggar’s rations,” Lucifer proclaimed. 

    Once again the voice from the throne filled their ears.  “At any time, Samael, my servant stands ready to restore you.”

    “Restore?  Him?”  Lucifer laughed but his eyes remained deadly, “To what?  Could I too be ugly and dress poorly?”

    Though many celestial voices murmured with anger and Michael grumbled at Rapha’s side, the voice from the throne remained steady.  “Since you reject restoration, your sentence is set.  No more will you have access to the heavens.  You will be confined to one planet just like those you destroyed.”

    “That’s not fair!  I am a citizen of the stars.  It is my right….”

    Adonai’s voice continued and Lucifer stopped speaking, his expression intent, as if straining to hear something better. 

    “Make your choice.  Where will you abide?”

    Rapha watched the thoughts play across Lucifer’s face.  If a loophole were available, no matter how obscure, Lucifer would find it. 

    “Just to make things clear,” Lucifer said, “Will I dwell alone?”

    “No.  I will not hinder those who choose to accompany you.”

    Lucifer smirked, “I choose Earth.”

    “No!” Michael shouted from the crowd.  “He chooses Earth to hinder prophecy.”

    “But, if the Most High wants to go back on His word….” Lucifer said. 

    Michael made a move toward Lucifer and Rapha laid a restraining hand on his shoulder.

    “But,” Lucifer’s brow furrowed with concern, “Am I correct in assuming I will maintain my other powers?  After all, I must not be left to the mercy of my enemies.”

    “Yes.  Your other powers will remain.”

    “But, Adonai,” Michael interjected again, “With all due respect, he must be stripped of his powers or he will destroy Earth.”

    “Understand, Samael,” Adonai addressed Lucifer, “you are tied to the fate of Earth.  To destroy her is to destroy yourself.”

    Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, shrewd and calculating, “I will, of course, be the most powerful being there.”

    “No.  Authority over Earth is given to another.”

    “To what?  To this son of yours?”  Lucifer hissed.  “He will have no authority over me!”

    But the trial was over.  Lucifer, still screaming threats and defiance, was ushered from Adonai’s presence and the edict was put into effect.  He and those loyal to him were confined to Earth and stripped of their access to the heavens. 

    As Rapha and the other celestials began the task of mending the scars of war, he could not help but shudder as he considered the fate of the tiny planet that now played host to a raging outcast angel.  Perhaps Lucifer would be tamed by having his wings clipped? 

    Michael laughed when he considered that possibility.  Rapha agreed, but he did not have the heart to laugh.


    Why are we so offended to admit we need saving?  It's pride.  Lucifer is a great example here as he clings to his pride even when face-to-face with the ONE who can deliver him.

    But we do the same.  We find ways to ridicule religion, to throw contempt for God-as-crutch and reduce the beauty of Christ's sacrifice to a fairy tale--while He is the only One who can change us from the inside-out.

    Why do ya think so many of us have to be at our wit's end, at rock bottom, no other option available before we turn to Christ?  P-R-I-D-E.

    Even as someone who chose to be a Christ-follower long ago, I still struggle with needing Him.  I wait until I fall to my knees in exasperation rather than starting with humility.

    What's keeping you from full surrender?

    My favorite things are God, family, and the written word but I also brake for chocolate, old barns, and people who live passionately. THE FALL is my first published novel. Hopefully there will be many more to follow, but regardless, I'm hooked--addicted to the written word.

    Click the link at the top of the page if you would like to order The Rapha Chronicles, Book 1: THE FALL