The Edge

The Edge

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Book Spotlight - ALL THE ANGELS STOOD - Laura J. Marshall




Rush saw that look in Staci when he picked her up, still hopeless. She looked gorgeous, as only she could look. Her long black hair accentuated her fair skin and dark eyes. He could tell she was nervous and…weary. It was the vibe he had gotten, like she was beyond caring. He had tried to joke with her in the car on the way over, but he swore it fell flat. This wasn’t just about the evil surrounding her anymore; this was about Staci...the person. He was falling for her. On one hand, he wanted to protect his heart. On the other, he wanted to wade full on in and make her care as much as he did…about herself…and about him.

“Adam’s in the band,” Rush said, leading the way into the sanctuary.

“Band?” She asked with her eyes wide. She really seemed to have no idea what all this was about.

“Yeah, we do praise and worship before the lesson, just a few songs.”

He could feel Staci trying to adjust to this information as they moved down the aisle flanked on both sides by fabric-covered chairs. He took her hand and picked out two seats to the right of the stage. Jenny and Angelica had disappeared and Adam had left a few minutes earlier to warm up on the drums. Everyone filed in and low murmuring could be heard. The instruments tuned on the stage.

A screen descended behind them and the words of the song came up. Mike was in the front at the mic and he led them in a prayer.

“Dear Lord, we come to you now as a community of believers to lift up Your name…”

The words blurred as Rush’s thoughts interrupted.

Sometimes he just knew if something wasn’t right with a person. It could be a feeling or a physical manifestation. Rush had this. He didn’t always see the demons. Sometimes he just felt them there over a person or place. Some clung, some hovered, some possessed. Rush didn’t feel adequate or up to the challenge. He continually fed his faith the Word of God. He tried to remind himself the battle was the Lord’s and all he could do was pray and intercede.

In the face of fear and doubt, he looked to Jesus. He couldn’t save anyone or make someone care. How do you help someone move from take my life to Lord, preserve my life?

And how did his heart get tangled up. “The Fixer” couldn’t fix this. Only God could and right now, Rush needed Him to save them both. Staci from the clutches of the enemy and Rush from the fear of caring.

Staci had shown him how to be vulnerable and truly care. Want to care. He thought he was immune. And now he was falling for her. She was so encumbered, yet still fighting or wanting to fight. He had to help her but what more could he do? His judgment was askew and as the music began to flow over the crowd, he prayed even harder for wisdom.


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