The Vanishment. Robert LPN Firth

      

      THE VANISHMENT

      by

      Robert Firth

      Copyright 2011 Robert Firth,

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      ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-0347-2

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      FOREWORD

      By

      Sir Archibald McLeod, OBE

      The VANISHMENT describes a fictional account of a modern day visitation by the late great Jesus Christ. The appearance of the spirit in the personage of the son of God or God himself, with all his miraculous powers, in the back yard of a middle class white guy, begins an astounding series of happenings that change mankind and the world forever.

      The book relates the authors rather wry and at times hilarious and wishful account of the “second coming” as has been predicted for two thousand years. Why Jesus decides to visit humanity in 2011 and why he returns to a poolside patio in Boca Raton Florida is left to the imagination of the writer and the reader.

      Equally, it remains for the reader to comprehend Jesus’ actions as he goes about his business. Most certainly there are echoes of the day of Judgment, so colorfully described in the Book of Revelations, the last chapter in the Christian Bible, dealing with the prophetic visions John, a servant of Jesus, received from God.

      The author, in imagining the reasoning and actions of JC as he goes about “cleaning up” the mess mankind has made of his lovely world, delivers to the reader a vision of God’s vision of a perfect world, with all its poisonous influences surgically removed by ‘miraculous intervention.’ Nothing, but nothing, can top God when it comes to removing “stains” from the carpet of history.

      From one problem to the other, God, who knows the hearts of all men, makes decisions to improve his world and preserve his chosen people, which, as it turns out, aren’t entirety and solely the Jews.

      In the end, a perfect world remains, cleansed of all ‘evil’ influences…… The question for the reader is this: Is the world “fixed” by Jesus Christ a better one?

      The Vanishment was written over

      a period of ten days.

      During that time, the door to my study

      remained closed, the phone turned off.

      I didn’t reply to emails, tweets, notes

      or knocks.

      Except for occasional meals, tea and coffee,

      my wife, two dogs and the cat

      stayed out. Without the understanding of all

      this book could not, and would not, have been written.

      Vanishment explains very well the dangers and differences between secular humanism – "collectivism” as the author labels it and the Judeo-Christian worldview. Seldom does one come across a writer capable of concisely distinguishing so clearly between good and evil. J. Marshal Higginson, Phd,

      Vanishment discusses how and why many in AMERICA, once the moral lighthouse to the world, abandoned their God for progressivism and political correctness and are now paying the price. The book deals with a masked lying president, a hideous creature of the “collective” who was steering the country to a place they didn’t want to go. Ms. Linda Appleby, London UK

      CHAPTER 1

      JESUS CAME BACK

      "No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father." "Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come. But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what time of night the thief was coming, he would have kept watch and would not have let his house be broken into. So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him." Matthew 24:42-44

      He always said he would but, what I couldn’t understand was why he decided to show up in my back yard? I still can’t… but, in case you never knew how all this started, you have to hear the story…

      It was Easter Sunday, the 24^th of April, 2011. I was reading in my hammock, like always, and thinking how I could possibly make a buck… it was getting harder and harder since obama started squatting in the White House.

      Suddenly, there was this shining white light….. It looked like a pillar of brightness, perhaps thirty feet high……….I never saw anything like it or anything to compare it to.

      So, there it was, on the edge of my pool maybe fifteen feet from me. A foot appeared from the edge of the light followed by a leg and then “He” stepped out onto the patio.

      I remember being surprised how much he looked like his pictures… I mean, I knew who he was right away…… Jesus Christ himself……..right here in my back yard!

      I stood up and faced him … I was going to drop to my knees when he said, in the plainest possible English, “Hey, old fellow, it’s all right, hold on, don’t get too excited.” He stepped over to me, the light behind him vanished and- there he was… wearing a white T-shirt and jeans with leather sandals,, but his face, his beard, they were just like I thought he would look…….(later, I learned he does that on purpose, gauging his looks to match expectations )

      I managed to say “what……what, is it you? Are you really Jesus.” I know , that was lame and he was probably thinking why did I pick this imbecile… of course, he was Jesus, how the hell (heck, sorry,) could he be anyone else,, how many people pop out of a pillar of light… for God’s sake…upps, sorry, I mean for gosh sakes, he could probably read my thoughts… good grief.,.. !

      He sat down at the outdoor table and motioned for me to sit…. I remember thinking how glad I was that Alyona, my wife, had bought the nice new chairs…At the time I didn’t… Good Grief, more money! That’s what I thought at the time…

      He said, “no worries old man, I can hear your words and your thoughts… just relax and be calm.. Yes, I’m Jesus and yes, I have come back as I said I would and so, here I am…”

      He touched my arm and, My God! His hand was warm and felt perfectly normal…

      I managed to ask him if he would like something to drink? Boy was I stupid, but anyway, amazingly, he said “yes, that would be nice, what do you have” I said, “how about iced tea or a beer?” I thought, what the hell, upps, sorry again, what the heck.. I have to watch my thoughts.. I could see him smiling… Good grief, what am I doing offering the Son of God a beer… I can’t believe all this.. maybe I’m just dreaming..?

      He said, “Look Robert,” calm down, a beer would be just great.” he knew my name. He smiled at me and said, “Of course, I know your name… I know everybody’s name.” “and yes, I see your thoughts too, so, look, forget the bad language worries, believe me, I’ve heard worse.” “Just be yourself.”

      I went into the kitchen and got two cold beers from the fridge… I looked out the window over the sink, he was still there… Holly shit!, this wasn’t a freeken dream.. Jesus was on my patio and we were about to have a beer together…Noway!

      I got him a glass, in case, he didn’t want to drink from the can…I heard that rats crap on the cans, so I always use a glass… He took a long drink and, wiping the foam from his beard, said, “that’s good, it’s been a long trip.” I’ll bet!

      I asked him if I could ask a question? ”Sure, he said smiling, “what’s on your