The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

"As you can see behind me, Sunday mornings are all the rage here in this lively Protestant church of 98 men, women, boys and girls! Pastor Junto Bena, who has pastored here for exactly 22 years, is the backbone of not only this very church, but also of this community in which he and the other parishioners inhabit!

Look around you; this is the joyous celebration of worship that these good people indulge in! Children in the choir clapping and singing. Instruments being played by even the elders of the church! Soon, there will be a baptism of a little girl here this morning, something that even I have yet to witness in my life!

Yes, the heavens even shine down on this very church today. Look outside at the glowing sunlight that...that...I can't do this anymore!" Silas gritted his teeth at Rebecca who was steadily holding her microphone up to the man's mouth.

"What's the matter?" Rebecca said aloud amidst all the noise of the choir and instruments in the church.

"I can't even hear myself think, let alone speak!" Silas griped. "How did I let that man talk me into this?"

Smiling, Rebecca patted Silas on the shoulder saying, "Don't worry, it'll only be two more hours!"

Silas dropped his shoulders. "We didn't come all the way from Scotland just to take part in a church service! I need a drink!"

Silas and Pastor Bena for a moment connected eyes. Silas immediately waved and smiled at the man before turning back to Rebecca and Robbie.

"Two more hours, huh," he haplessly snickered. "Can I at least have one smoke?"

Rebecca just pinched Silas' right arm before motioning to Robbie to continue filming the joyous service.

"They're good people," she whispered in his ear.

"I wish they were good to me." Silas kept his ingratiating smile glued to his blushing face.

The children's choir on the stage was singing 'A Mighty Fortress is our God.' They were all dressed in white tunics with red collars along with the pastor who was steadily leading a little girl up the steps that ended at a small pool. The congregation was still singing as the child shuddered while keeping her eyes on the three foot deep, clear water in the pool. To her, it might as well have been as bottomless as the sea.

The entire church was bathed in a coating of fresh white paint from corner to corner. On the four walls was only a portrait of Jesus looking upwards while a medium sized cross clear on the other side of the room hung next to a window where the sunshine blasted its way right inside. The song that the choir was joyfully singing was drawing to a close. The pastor, with the child standing in front of him, patiently waited until the very end before he began speaking. Robbie pointed his camera at the pastor while Rebecca made sure to keep her microphone positioned to where she could gather every word that was coming from the man's mouth. Meanwhile, Silas managed to sneak himself to a nearby, shadowy corner, away from the event that took years off of his life.

life may be washed anew in de holy water of baptism!"

been no more than nine or ten years old,

"Good morning, dear friends!" A young looking, auburn-eyed Arthur boisterously exploded

camera crew, all stopped what they were doing at that moment in stunned

matching white pants with sandals. The scraggly, grey haired old man that had been wandering about for the past few months had all but become a memory. His head was completely bald with only a black goatee being the only hair present. His muscles behind the sweaty undershirt he

pew he studied each and every parishioner until he eventually made his way

"I see all are here today to praise Jesus." Arthur smiled ever so graciously. "Even de little ones are here." He then pointed behind him. "I too, at one time praised your God. But dat was a

here giving a baptism." Pastor Bena came down from off

Appearing surprised, Arthur turned to the pastor. "I am so very sorry for interrupting your ritual. I just came to give a testimony dis day. If you

over at the camera crew who was steadily filming away

sinner in my ways. My god punished me for my sins, and I suffered greatly. But now...now my god has given back to me what

evil!" An old woman struggled to get

motioned for someone in the congregation to quiet her down before Arthur resumed

I will admit dat

him before!" The

Arthur stood and observed the woman before walking to the center of the sanctuary where the woman was fighting in her pew. He then scooted past one person after another on his way towards the lady. Once he was right next to her he pressed his right palm against her forehead and whispered into her face, "You shall be

The woman's eyes opened as wide as they could before she slumped down

of dying, and I don't really care. If its peace you find in dying den let de time be near.' "My mother, my father, my brother and sister

"We are very glad to Christ Jesus dat you are saved. Have you

before stepping past him on his way towards a closed door where the three person camera

Silas stood in wonder at Arthur who was possibly the most fascinating thing he had laid eyes on ever since arriving on the

before opening the door, going into the room and shutting the door right behind him. Everyone, rather than going back to what they were doing before,

you think the lady meant when she said that she's seen him before?" Robbie whispered while

just shook his head and said, "Who knows? But whoever he is, he

door shot out. At first it sounded as if Arthur were in pain. He could be heard