Why would a woman so self-conscious in college she couldn’t take off her coat in the cafeteria be given such great understanding, and how did a devotion that started out in the States as a blurb in a church bulletin, just years ago, turn out to be a feast greater than Easter, a devotion of forgiveness in no need of Confession, a worship in no need of the Mass? (How convenient in a time when the devil had so dissed the priesthood that there weren’t enough priests to offer daily Mass, the daily sacrifice, now, in all the rural churches.)
“From the time that the daily sacrifice is abolished and the horrible abomination is set up…” – that time that Daniel the prophet wrote about might not be too far off.
How did a picture that purported to be Christ but that was not the Sacred Heart – our approved devotion of antiquity – parade down streets in festivals, hang high above our altars, suspended for the camera’s viewing even in Masses on TV, “so that he sits in the temple of God and gives himself out as if he were God?” just as St. Paul said the antichrist would. How did it happen in her lifetime? How did “the son of perdition, who opposes and is exalted above all that is called God, or that is worshipped” claim a chapel in Rome?
She realized now what those Thessalonians knew, “… and now you know what restrains him, that he may be revealed in his proper time … Let no one deceive you in any way, for the day of the Lord will not come until the apostasy comes first,” St. Paul warned. It was her own brother Zach, one of St. Michael the Archangel’s very best men, who had been restraining “the man of sin … the son of perdition,” and it was Sarey’s job to uncover the apostasy. Zach – pure and good – finally beaten down by the devil, had taken so many wrong turns, lured by lust and money, had made bad judgments, had been gotten out of the way. Still, Sarey knew he was her connection to St. Michael the Archangel, and his job was not over. He had been bad, but he was sorry, and God had taken him back. Sarey knew in her heart what his mission was now; it was to protect her from powers and principalities because now that Sarey had revealed the antichrist, she was going underground.
Who was Sarey Strong? “Isn’t she the daughter of the driving school owner?” “Isn’t her mother the neighborhood newspaper columnist?” “Isn’t she from Briar Forest?” “Where did she get all this?” Read the first novel in three parts to find out who she was. Read the sequel – just started – to find out who she is now. The battle for the church of the future had begun. On whose side would you fight? Were you willing to fight – for your eternal life?
Silly Sarey, don’t be scary. See, for me, Monica Ann Campbell, I see the King of Kings, the Prince of Peace, His Sacred Heart, and I know Sarey Strong is a simple sister with a key.
Coming soon…the sequel to If the Shoe Fits…(A Novel in Three Parts for the Adult Children of Divorced Parents and Their Parents)…Or…A Patchwork of a Woman…From…The Chronicles of a Crazy Girl. The sequel is the yellow book with red letters called If the Shoe Fits…(The Sequel)…Don’t Wear It! – a work in progress by Susan O. Sullivan.
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