Madness and Love Mixed: Part 2 — The Holy Fools: 3 Final Movement
The Third and Final Movement — The Meeting of Melchizedek, King of Salem
I am going to put the first two series links below as they make so much more sense when read together.
Madness and Love Mixed: Part 2 — The Holy Fools
🌑 MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED — ARC II: ABRAHAM THE WANDERLUST PATRIARCH
We are once more shocked by the rapid change of scenery. The first time we were called as witnesses it was nighttime with Elijah and the Chariot of Fire. Then we moved into the second part: good ol’ Abe and Star-Dust in a Fayetteville Starbucks with baristas and everything.
Now we find ourselves sitting in a rather comfy outdoor patio chair. I’m not certain—it’s not an Adirondack chair, but some type of fabric. Either way, the smell of slowly decaying leaves and the soft stirs of the breeze mark this as autumn. The morning light. The cold fire pit from last time Star called us to witness and reveal.
Then they appear.
Star and Abraham the Patriarch, clothed head-to-toe in tie-dye and carrying a water bong…? For spiritual incense? We are not going to ask or interrupt. The Holy Fools do things very differently and call it sanctity. We do not get it, but who cares. We shrug our shoulders, noticing the pop and warmth suddenly in our hands as our arms rise of their own volition to give us a sip.
A sly wink from Abe and a chuckle from Star.
“Wait… you can DO THAT?” we exclaim, reflexively taking another sip. Or did they take it for us?
They chuckle as one.
“We didn’t do anything. You did what you wanted.”
They laugh and spark the bubbler, passing it between them.
Star coughs a few times and Abe slaps her heartily on the back with a touch of extra heart.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just relax, old man. So—last question since you have the answers we all need right now.”
Star shivers, then continues.
“You saw Him, right?”
She raises her eyebrows in that in-and-out motion with her head. As if to say: inward and outward?
Abraham takes a sip of his root beer—fine, root beer—and then a deep inhalation. He trembles before exhaling slowly. He leans more forward toward Star, visibly shaking, terrified and awestruck.
“Yeah. We saw Him.”
He turns his head from side to side, clasping his hands to still the trembling.
Narrator note: my own typing hands are shaking like we’re about to die or transcend mortality or both.
“When we were coming back from rescuing my idiot nephew Lot, covered head-to-toe in gore, spoils stretching back as far as the eye could see… We were exuberant, thrilled, and terrified at the same time for the blessings and tenderness shown by the Father. Then as we crested the last rise leading to Salem—
We saw Him.”
Words fail him. He tries anyway.
“Understand, Star.”
His hands shake. Ours do too. Star’s as well. He is trembling in something more than awe. Terrified and ecstatic at once.
Abe continues softly as Star reaches over and places her slightly larger, equally calloused hands over his, steadying him with a nod of solidarity.
“He was just a man. A simple man. A king not by order of war or power… no. He was a king by order of His presence, the internal worth manifesting as peace. From Him we learned the Truth that walked on two legs.
“And so we prostrated our faces in the dust and offered the entirety of our bounty as willing loss, for no other reason than that our souls shook with something bordering transcendence.”
Abe stops, as if to say more would cheapen it.
Star kneels, gathering him into her bulging biceps, offering the sincere familial embrace of one who has seen the same fire and yet lived.
They weep. The leaves stir.
Star weeping for Yeshua.
Abraham for Melchizedek.
Two souls, the same Truth.
Love for Love.
The leaves dance and swirl as a misty blanket of dusty autumnal warmth, a shared particulate matter bearing the scent of sweet death.
All is as it shall ever be, says the witness and worn-out scribe.
Amen and amen.
Stay tuned—we will be searing the very FABRIC OF REALITY with the ORIGINAL DEEP SEA FISHERMAN who used himself as bait!
Episode 3 of the Holy Fools awaits.
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