Evie: An Angel's Redemption

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ELEVEN

Friday, December 21st

Evie, as was her habit of late, lay on her bed and read the Bible. It was full of what she already knew about, but in her case, it seemed rather pointless. “Why do I not understand the need for redemption? I have always known The Lamb and the Father as my Lords. As for being my Savior, I’m not sure what I need to be saved from.” As she changed positions on her bed, the thoughts of the implications of redemption rolled around in her brain like moths around a flame. “Abba, this is very confusing. I need your wisdom: I know I came to earth as a daughter of Eve to find redemption, but I’m not sure what is required for redemption.” Sighing, she put the Bible down on the night stand, rolled over, and fell asleep.

Saturday, December 15th, That Morning

Evie rose out of bed at a luxuriously late hour. Saturday mornings provided a respite from the long workweek, a weekly opportunity to relax. Her body stretched and tightened as she worked the kinks out.

“Hey Evie!” her sister yelled across the condo.

“Hold on. I’ll be right there.”

Her sister, Gracie, in a better mood of late, and she had finally called a truce.

She walked into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. “What’s up?”

“What do you say we go and hang out for coffee, and perhaps do some shopping today?”

“Sure. Sounds like fun.”

***

Faroh sat inside the restaurant near the Farragut North Subway Stop reading a newspaper, and drinking some coffee. He watched Evie and Gracie make an entrance. His paper put aside, he struck up a conversation. “How are you ladies doing today?” His manner was very friendly, and put them immediately at ease.

“Umm, we’re fine, sir…how about you?” Gracie answered, returning his friendly greeting.

He smiled and said, “I’m doing just fine.” Evie’s thoughtful silence said all he needed to know about her current situation. Deep in thought about something, which he suspected to be her relationship with Lord Jehovah and the Lamb, her eyes and demeanor put her in her own world. He also knew that recognition would hit her at any minute, but for now, she didn’t say a word. “What are your names, if I may be so bold?”

“I’m Gracie, and this is my sister, Evie.”

“I’m Faroh O’Dell,” he said.

“Nice to meet you, Faroh.”

Evie smiled perfunctorily and murmured a small “Hi.”

His attention returned to Gracie. “So what brings you ladies here today?”

“Oh, we just thought we’d take a girls day out...you know, a little brunch, a little coffee, and then on to our favorite hobby: shopping.”

“Well. That sounds like fun. Hope you ladies enjoy your day.”

Evie’s silence hung before him like an impenetrable wall. He stared into her very soul, a very penetrating direct stare. Evie remained guarded and silent, not giving him eye contact or moving a muscle, her hands crossed in front of her.

Faroh’s voice was gentle and calm. “It seems to me you’re searching for answers, Evie. I know that God will show you those answers. Just be aware that you’ll find the way filled with potholes. But don’t worry, people are praying for you.”

He turned his eyes toward Gracie. “I’m sure that includes your sister Gracie.”

“You can count on that, Faroh,” she said.

The conversation continued, mostly between Faroh and Gracie. Faroh let Evie continue in her thoughtful reverie, not wanting to make her uncomfortable: she needed to acclimate to a lot of human customs and practices. Even to him, this would be a lot to deal with, so he ended the conversation.

“Well, you ladies enjoy your day.”

“We will,” said Gracie.

Evie turned and walked away, not even bothering to look at him or say good-bye. Gracie followed behing her. Outside the coffee shop, a strong sense of déjà-vu came over her. Wait a minute! She stopped, and looked back inside. “Excuse me a second. I’ll be right back.”

“No problem,” said Gracie, who regarded at her with a questioning look. I need to call daddy anyway.”

She marched back into the coffee shop. “Faroh! I thought that was you. What are you doing here? I haven’t heard from you since I left New Jerusalem. What’s going on?” Her eyes glinted.

“Hey. Easy, girl, I’m not here to make your life difficult” He frowned defensively. “Michael and I were just worried about you...that’s all. We thought we’d see how you were doing.”

The glibness of the remark only added to her resentment. “Yeah right. I know you guys better than that; are you spying on me, or something? And why the sudden ‘treat Evie like a stranger’ thing: you’re hurting my feelings.” Her chin started to quiver. “I thought you were a good friend, Faroh. Give me a break here -- what’s going on?” She paused, fighting back the tears; her voice filled with emotion. “And besides, if Michael wants to see me, I’m right here. He doesn’t need an invitation.”

“Evie, you know Michael and I love you -- very much. Yes, even me, the stoic bachelor angel.” He grinned. “We also know that you volunteered – well, more or less – to check out the humanity thing.”

Faroh’s honest answer softened her frustration. “Yeah and I’ve been regretting it since, trust me.”

“Evie. Come here, girl.” She slowly walked over to him. His strong arms engulfed her, pulling her towards him. He gave her a warm, friendly hug. “Look, I won’t pretend to understand what you’re going through, but I do know this...”

Evie looked into his eyes, wanting some news she that would give her hope.

“The Father loves you,” he said, “but you have a human heart, and you’re going to need to figure out where your relationship with Him stands. What I said in the coffee shop was directly from Ruach Ha-Kodesh. You’ve got to find your way back to Him on your own.”

Her eyes narrowed in exasperation. “But how, Faroh? How? I’ve never been apart from the Father before. I don’t have a clue what to do. Would it be asking too much for you to at least give me a hint?”

“All I can tell you is that you have the same book that Gracie does with all the answers in there. Humans call it The Bible. Read it and ask Ruach Ha-Kodesh to help you understand.”

His words gently consoled her; he spoke as only a good friend would, but her discouragement wouldn’t abate. Yeah…that’s it. I’m just as lost, but now I have a complicated roadmap…oh joy… Evie sighed, mostly out of frustration, but she smiled walked over to him and hugged him hard.

“I will say that it’s at least good to see you again, Faroh. I didn’t realize just how much I’ve missed you and Michael. I’ve really missed you both! So please don’t you two be such strangers, okay? Promise me?”

“I promise, Evie.”

“And Faroh?”

“Yeah, Evie?”

“Give Michael my love and tell him I miss him dearly, will you?”

“You got it, Evie.” He returned to New Jerusalem.

Suddenly, she remembered the words of her Father, who had told her He wanted her to come back to him. He must have sent Faroh, to remind me of how much He loves me. She smiled brightly as Faroh walked away. Thank you, Abba.

***

Michael sat at his desk behind the situation room, going over angelic strategies for involvement in the lives of humankind, and against the hordes of Lucifer. Through the window to his office, he saw Faroh approach in the distance.

Rising, he met Faroh in the situation room.

“Hi, Faroh.”

“Hey, Michael. The visit to see how Evie and Gracie and how their interactions as new sisters are doing went well.”

“I know you’re in the habit of reporting your findings to me as your commander, the high ranking angel. Normal protocol would not allow this kind of mission, but the circumstances were a bit unusual. Michael tapped on the desk, looking at him. “So what’s going on with Evie, Faroh?”

“She’s still searching, Michael. Her sister and family are praying for her, and I believe my visit encouraged her. I even heard her thank Lord Jehovah.”

Michael’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. “Really? That’s good, but we need to keep people praying for her. I’ll do all I can for my sister.”

Michael paused, got up, and walked towards the presentation board at the front of the room.

“She may not be an angel anymore, but we still consider her part of our family, and a family looks out for those they care about.”

He smiled. “You can count on that, Michael; you can count on that. By the way, Evie sends her love.”

Michael stared down at Washington, D.C. “Right back at you, sis.”

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