Thursday, January 8, 2009

Friday Fiction: Don't Panic

This is an oldie, once again, and somewhat modified from its original version. Hope to find time soon to start new fiction in between all other things I'm currently working on...
Head over to Patterings for more great Friday Fiction - and I believe the host this week is Catrina, but you'll find the link...



DON'T PANIC


Reubal cursed. Zipter was running toward him, shaking in fear. “I gave you an assignment,” Reubal growled as Zipter fell at his feet. “Why aren’t you in her room, keeping her gripped in fear as I ordered you to?”

“I can’t,” Zipter wailed. “He was there!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know! HIM! HE was in her room!”

Reubal cursed, then stared silently at the demon crouching and wailing at his feet. “Shut up and get on your feet! What was He doing? At least give me a report on the situation, you cowardly twit!”

Zipter sniveled and got up shakily. “Well, He seemed to be feeding her.”

“Feeding her what, food?”

“No, He seemed to be feeding her words.”

“Words?”

“Yes,” Zipter replied, standing up a little straighter and speaking with more confidence than he felt. “He was feeding her words of faith.” He hoped his tone was matter-of-fact enough to allow no room for argument.

Reubal thought for a long moment, then scrutinized Zipter through evil slits of eyes. “So, she is being nourished on words of faith, while you cower here in front of me?”

Zipter silently stared at the floor. He had a retort in mind – “Why don’t you go in there if you’re so brave?” – but he dared not breathe it aloud.

Tracy tried to ignore the sounds of the noisy hospital hallway. Morning was still a long way off. She rolled over and closed her eyes. Sleep could help her forget her living nightmare.

“Tracy.” It wasn’t an audible voice – had she really heard it?”

“Lord, are you here?” Tracy prayed silently. “Lord, you have to get me through this. Jesus, I am afraid.”

“I know, Tracy. I understand. There are some things I want you to remember. First is that I love you.”

“I love you, too, Lord.”

“Second is that I am right here and I will not leave you.”

“Okay.” Tracy was beginning to feel a deep sense of peace.

“And third is this: Don’t panic.”

“Don’t panic?”

“Don’t panic. Is there any situation I can’t control?”

“No.”

“Trust Me. Don’t look at circumstances, look at Me.”

“Okay.” Tracy drifted peacefully into sleep.

Reubal had a plan. “Use someone to carry the message, that way it won’t really be you saying it!”

“Well, I don’t know if I can…”

“Shut up! Get to her door, and use whoever goes into that room! Your assignment is to get her firmly gripped by fear! I don’t care who you use, just do it!”

Zipter tripped over himself in his haste to get away.

Tracy aroused from sleep. Even as she realized she had slept through the rest of the night, she recalled that The Lord had spoken some things to her and she focused on trying to remember what they were. Oh – that He loved her. She did know that. It was something she had been told since childhood and she didn’t doubt it.

The second thing – that He would never leave her. What a comfort that was, especially now! But the third thing, what was it? It was a bit odd, she did remember that. “Well, Lord,” she prayed silently, “you are going to have to help me, because right now I don’t remember it.”

For no reason he could discern, Dr. Marin was feeling exceptionally sour this particular morning. The patient would appear fearful, they always did. The news was the worst possible. She would cry. He would be polite and make his exit. What a routine. He stepped into the room with a heavy sigh.

His hopeless message was delivered, but Dr. Marin was baffled. A little voice inside his head made him repeat, “It’s cancer. It’s inoperable. There’s nothing we can do.” He felt oddly almost angry that his words didn’t seem effective. “I hate to be the bearer of such hopeless news…” Was the woman deaf?

The voice in his head was getting louder. “Tell her she’s dying. Say it again!” the voice raged.

“Don’t panic,” Tracy remembered, and smiled slightly. “What an amazing God I serve,” she whispered to herself. “Jesus, I love You. I won’t panic, if You will help me not to.”

Aloud, she said, “Thank you, Dr. Marin. Now I want to call my pastor and some friends from church.”

The voice inside the doctor’s head screamed, “They can’t help you! It’s cancer! All your little church friends can’t do anything!”

Dr. Marin said politely, “I’m sorry.” As he left, the voice kept screeching, “It’s cancer! It’s cancer!” Dr. Marin sighed and muttered, “I really need a vacation.”

“You failed!” Reubal screamed. “Can’t you hear the sounds coming from her room? That’s a celebration! She should be crying in fear! Instead they are praising God for His goodness! Get out of here before I kill you!”

Zipter fled.

4 comments:

S.C.(S.Harricharan) said...

LOL! I like Zipter. You made him a very real character and in the end, I'm glad that Tracy was able to be calm and still gracious and remember to not panic. This was wonderful, I enjoyed the read!

The Surrendered Scribe said...

Awesome interaction! This reminded me of Frank Perretti's writing, and that's a great thing!

Patty Wysong said...

Oh! This is so good, Sherri! Super! The characterizations were wonderful, and the lesson was excellent!

Catrina Bradley said...

Wow! A powerful picture of the constant battle in the spiritual realm. Your execution makes the reality of spiritual warfare...well...very real! :) Love it!