The Last People on Earth XVIII – Survivors

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“Are you nervous about delivering the baby?”, Miriam asked as they drove westbound on I-80. “Yes…”, was all he could say. He didn’t want to think about it right now, and he got out their laptop instead. Miriam was driving their brand new Mazda SUV, that she had picked out. She said she always wanted a blue one.

It had been Jennifer’s baby that Miriam was asking about. Part of the reason Jennifer had been so emotional over the phone, was not only was she alone, but she was also 8 months pregnant. She was convinced that she, and her baby, would die if she had to give birth alone. She was ecstatic that Jeremiah had gone to medical school, and so it was a win, win situation for her, to come and live with them, in Pennsylvania.

Jeremiah logged into the satellite software that the drones had given them access codes for. Miriam said, “Do you think you can find that couple, and their daughter in Illinois?” “I’ve been trying, and it’s like they’ve disappeared”. The software was amazing and could locate any heat source that appeared to be human. It could even tell the difference between a cow and a human, by giving a rough image of the source. “I think they could be running Miriam, not understanding what the drones were attempting to do.” Miriam shook her head yes, that she understood, and she said, “Like us.”

They had been searching for days with the satellites for this couple, not far from Chicago. The letter they received explained there were a few other people, but in some cases the information was sketchy or only partially there. Jeremiah picked up the letter again, as Miriam drove. He read the words once more, still shocked, and excited at the same time, even though he had read it many times, after picking it up in the front yard.

It said:

“If you are receiving this letter then you have gone through hell, and are coming out of it again, to the other side. I am the last remaining member of our government, and I will be dead in a few hours. Once it was clear that humanity would be exterminated, or nearly so, our government began to work on ways to connect survivors, and to bring them together. The drones you have been seeing are preprogrammed to identify human beings, and to report the information to a database located in Washington D.C. Additional drones have been assigned the duty of delivering data to survivors, about each other, as much as is possible. This includes names, addresses, phone numbers, email addresses, or anything else that can be found.”

The letter said only six people were discovered in the United States, they were Jennifer, Miriam, Jeremiah, and a couple in Illinois, with a daughter of about 8 years old. There was also a confirmed sighting of a male in England, and there was a fair amount of data available on him, including a phone number. There were some Inuit people, as well in Northern Canada. There may be more people out there, but that was all that was found.

The letter ended with:

“The only known damage to the environment has been to cows, which have been found to be slightly contaminated. Perhaps in about 10 generations they will be safe again.”

“You have been given a unique opportunity to start all over again. Please make sure you do all that you can, to help humanity survive, and to get it right this time. I wish you Godspeed, and the best of luck.”

                                                                 Sincerely,

Representative Thomas Byrnes

    

As Miriam continued to drive, Jeremiah closed his eyes, and thought of those haunting words, “….to get it right this time…..”

      

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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The Last People on Earth XVII – The Package

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It rained that night. Miriam and Jeremiah, didn’t hear a thing as the drone came by, at about 2:00 in the morning. They were sound asleep, as lovers usually are when it rains, listening to the rain, playing its soulful song on their roof. It was great sleeping weather. The drone had come by to see if the package was still there, and it was, soaked, untouched, on the front lawn.

In the morning, the sun came out, and peered through their bedroom window, waking them both up. After stretching, and saying good morning, Miriam headed for the shower, while Jeremiah headed downstairs to cook them some breakfast. It would be turkey sausage, toast, and eggs.

At the table, they paused and then dug in. The topic of discussion was still the library, because Jeremiah realized they needed to include languages. He said, “Miriam you need to write down everything you know about Amharic, and place it in the format of teaching it, otherwise the language will become extinct.” She nodded and said, “Yes I can see that”. He continued with, “And then work on Hebrew, and French, and….” “Whoa!” Miriam interrupted him and said, “Jeremiah…….wait, one language at a time!” “Plus I’ll be having a baby!” He smiled a sheepish smile, and said, “Yeah, you’re right.”

It was right when they were getting up from the table, that they heard a strange noise. It was vaguely familiar like an alarm, and they looked around. Then Miriam yelled, “Jeremiah!” “The phone!” Sure enough, there it was on the wall, plain as day, and it was ringing. It was the first time in months they had heard the sound. They looked at each other, and a thousand thoughts raced through their minds, within seconds. Would the drones kill them today?

They jumped up at the same time, but Miriam beat him to it. She hesitated, picked it up, then said, “Hello?” A voice on the other end, yelled in her ear, “Oh my God!” “A person!” “Are you a person or a computer??” Miriam was shocked and hesitated once again, but said, “Yes, I’m…..I’m a real person.” What ensued next was some of the fastest, and most emotional talking, and yelling they had ever heard. Miriam placed the call on speaker.

“Oooohhh thank you God!!” “Oh God thank you!” “I can’t believe it!” “I found your number on the internet —- Oh God, I can’t believe it!” There was some screaming, very loud screaming, and Miriam and Jeremiah could both tell the screams were coming from joy. Chills ran up and down their spines. It was another person! The voice on the phone continued, “Your names and address were given to me by the drones….…they left a package..…..did you get a package?” “My name is Jennifer Wong and I’m calling from San Francisco!” “I found people!” She was crying now, and with huge sobs, she kept repeating, “I found people!” “I found peeeeeople!”

It took a while to calm Jennifer down, so that they could understand better what she meant about the drones, and a package. “Please go outside and look around”, she said. “You should have one too!”

While Miriam stayed on the phone with her, Jeremiah went out to look around. Sure enough, about 30 feet from the front door, there was something. It was a small package, a shipping envelope really, with what appeared to be bubble packaging inside. He got the shock of his life when he saw Miriam’s name and his, on a printed label, with their address. He picked it up, it was wet but readable. Even more shocking, was the label for the return address.

The packaged was marked, as coming from, “The United States Congress……”

To be continued.

       

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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The Last People on Earth XVI – Planning the New World

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“Miriam I’m not going to farm with a horse, I’m just not going to do that.” Miriam responded, with a concerned look on her face, “But Jeremiah……we need to learn how……someday there will be no electricity, which means there will be no petrol, and no diesel either!” They were in their lab building, having their first planning meeting about how they were going to conduct farming. It looked more like a war room, with maps, charts, print outs from the internet, lab equipment, and hundreds of seedlings.

Jeremiah thought for a moment, then said, “I think we have enough supplies to last us about two years, especially if we get a tanker truck filled with diesel, for the tractors”. He continued, “…..and then we can learn the whole process gradually.” He had her on that one, and he knew it. Miriam scrunched up her face.

He had been wanting to tell her all morning, so he jumped in with “Miriam……you’re so beautiful.” She just looked at him, then said, “Don’t change the subject!” He was very good at that, and would often distract her with his sweet words, and kisses. He moved in, and she held up a long finger, and said, “No, no, no, not right now…” He kissed her cheek, and moved to her ear…. She said softly, “Jeremiah, we need to get some work done.”

They did get some work done, at least they planned out the fields, meaning how they would divide them up, and which crops would go where. Their staple crops would be corn, potatoes, and spinach. They both loved spinach and they knew the incredible nutritional value of the green. More importantly, they planned a 5 acre plot of land, close to the house, that would be their garden. This would involve intensive work daily, in order to grow all sorts of vegetables, and fruit. All of it, would be as natural , and as organic as possible. Miriam had already done years of research on natural ways, to keep pests, and parasites off the crops, using natural means. This included soapy water, cayenne pepper mixed in water, and a dozen other ways.

They broke for lunch, and on the way back to the house, Jeremiah brought up a topic he wanted to discuss, which was literature, and art. Once he was in the kitchen, he started making a salad, while Miriam sat and listened. He said, “We need to have a library, and we need to have another meeting, to discuss what should be in the library.” “I want our children, and future generations, to have the best literature possible.” Miriam was thrilled and said, “Jeremiah that’s brilliant, you’re absolutely right!”

He was about to set the two bowls of salad, and some olive oil on the table, we they both heard the familiar humming sound of a drone. Miriam turned towards it, and said quietly, “It seems to be coming from the front of the house.” Jeremiah said nothing, and simply froze where he was, standing, facing the counter top.

It was gone within seconds, and then Jeremiah began serving the salad. She was proud of him, and she smiled from ear to ear, especially after he had told her about the guns at the neighbor’s house. They enjoyed their lunch, talking about literature. Jeremiah said, “No, I don’t think we should include Shakespeare, he was too anti-Semitic.” “What!”, Miriam was shocked.

What they did not know, was that this drone left a package for them on the front lawn. And it was a very important package……

To be continued.

     

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth XV – Letting Go

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He was going to get a gun today, and that was final. He didn’t say anything to Miriam about it, and he would hide it from her if he had to. Maybe he could leave it in the truck. As they sat at the kitchen table that morning, eating cold cereal, he was angry, and she could tell.

He had never served them cold cereal for breakfast before, only as a snack, and he wasn’t talking. He always said how important a good breakfast was. She could see the problem on his face, and she knew what it was. “Jeremiah…….please promise me, you won’t get a gun today……” His eyes grew big. How did she know? “I can’t do that Miriam, I just can’t.” With that he slid back his chair, stood up and headed for the door, grabbing the keys to their mangled truck. With his hand on the door knob he said, “The drones are costing me my sanity, so I can’t make that promise”. Tears welled up in her eyes. He opened the door and said, “I’ll be at the neighbor’s house across the way…..” With that he opened the door, and she cried out, “Jeremiah please….”

He walked out regretting every minute of it, and everything he just said. But as he got into the mangled truck, he convinced himself he was doing the right thing. So he drove, down the lane, and through the two sets of gates, and to the neighbor’s house about a mile away. “I have to protect my family”, he said.

As soon as he walked into the neighbor’s house, he saw what he needed over the stone fireplace. He took down the 12 gauge, pump action, shotgun. He racked the chamber a few times, loving the sound. “No drone can survive this!”, he said out loud. In the den he found a whole glass enclosed, case of shotguns, and two rifles. Most farmers had been hunters, he thought to himself.

When he checked the drawers of the desk, he found the most beautiful gun he had ever seen. Tucked away in a beautifully carved leather case, with “Colt” written on it, was a collector’s edition, Colt .45 caliber revolver. And it had a pearl handle! It was stunning. He found some ammo and loaded it. Spinning the chamber, he then closed it. Next he looked around the house for bottles and cans. He could go target practicing!

It wasn’t until he was outside, ready to shoot, that he remembered Miriam. A stab of pain shot him in the heart, realizing how badly he had sounded earlier. He didn’t realize it but she had been crying the entire time, since he had left. He would never do anything to hurt her, not intentionally, and he knew she would hear the shooting. She would be horrified, and she might even lose the baby!

It was also a Friday, which meant Miriam would be lighting the Sabbath candles in a few hours, and singing the prayers. He certainly didn’t want to mess that up. He loved her singing, and he had no intentions of being a hypocrite by being angry during their beautiful time together. He loved the Amharic and the Hebrew.

He opened the chamber of the revolver, and dumped the ammo into his palm. He looked up at the sky and said, “Ok this one is in Your hands!” “Help me to trust”. As he walked back to the house he said out loud, “Maybe that’s what peace is all about…..….having the power but refusing to use it…..…” It was time to get back home, (without any guns) and apologize to his beautiful wife.

    

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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The Last People on Earth XIV – The Farm

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It was dark and raining, as they drove the last few miles.  There were no lights anywhere, and for the last 30 minutes of their journey they drove slowly, peering through the darkness, looking at mailboxes. Their left front headlight was lit, but dangling, shining on the gravel road. Suddenly, Miriam saw the right mailbox, and pointed saying, “That’s the one!”. They pulled up to the gate. They were nervous about what they would find, but overjoyed they had somehow made it.

After getting out, opening two different gates, then driving some more, they saw the shadows of the barn, and out buildings. They were both silently hoping there would be no drones to deal with tonight. Jeremiah still thought he needed a gun, but said nothing. He said, “We should sleep in the truck tonight, instead of stumbling around in the dark, and maybe finding raccoons in the house.” Miriam quickly agreed, and shook her head yes. She had forgotten how dark it could get in the country. Besides, they could also see a fog rolling in from the west, so looking around the property was out of the question.

A few minutes later they were trying to get comfy with some blankets. Jeremiah was on the front seat, and Miriam was in the back (it was a four door pickup).  They were both restless, Jeremiah twisted and turned, and was giving up hope of any sleep, when Miriam sat up and said in a whisper, “Jeremiah I can’t sleep, maybe you should come back here.” He raised his eyebrows, and wondered. Was that an invitation to sleep……or? When he opened the back door to get in, he paused and said, “Miriam I don’t think this is going to work”. She was simply too tall.

She waved him in, so he thought he would give it a try. “Remember my shoulder is sore….”, he said. “Ok turn this way” she said. He said, “Ouch! Lift up your arm…….now turn”. “No turn this way……now lift your legs”, he continued. Somehow Miriam’s long legs wound up, over the front seat, with her head resting on his chest. She was asleep almost immediately, breathing with her mouth open. He had his good arm around her as he listened to her breathing, and the rain now pouring on the roof. It was a good way to fall asleep, he thought, and he was out like a light.

When they got out of the truck in the morning, they were stunned, with how beautiful the place was. Someone had been taking good care of the farm. There were no animals, but there was still the smell of cow manure lingering. Miriam didn’t mind, in fact, it reminded her of her village in Africa, especially during the spring cattle drives.

“We need to do lots of planning Jeremiah, to get ready for planting next year”, she said, as they walked to the house. He was already seeing a great building to set up the lab in, and pointed to a large garage, “Look the laboratory……” They spent the day getting the house in order, and unloading.

They left the window open, in the master bedroom that night, to breathe in the cool, country air. It was Jeremiah that heard it first, the familiar hum of a drone, hovering just outside their window. Lights were flickering. “Miriam wake up — drone!”, he whispered.

Miriam did wake up, heard the noise and saw the lights, but she was more concerned about Jeremiah. As he lay on his back, she moved over, and placed her long upper body over his. She whispered, “Shhh!” Peering into his eyes, she said, “Let’s not think of drones and guns Jeremiah……” She placed a single finger on his lips, and shook her head no. “Let’s think about us…….. instead……..” Then it was her lips that found his, and they tangled in a beautiful warfare…….

    

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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The Last People on Earth XIII – 10?

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Looking around the truck, the trailers were still attached, but the trailer hitch for the lab was slightly bent. He thought he could maybe bend it back into shape, with a hammer. It was the truck that was the worst. All the damage was on the front, driver’s side. The tire was flat and the rim was bent. The fender was like crumpled paper. He placed his foot on the front bumper, which was hanging, pushed on it, and it fell with a crash.

He felt awful, because he had been reckless, trying to avoid a drone that did nothing. He looked at Miriam, straight in the eyes, and said, “I’m sorry Miriam……you were right, maybe they were just gathering data”. She looked down, said nothing, but shook her head, saying ok.

More than two hours later, they were ready to travel again. They had unhitched the trailers, unloaded all of the contents from the back of the truck, and changed the tire, with a spare already mounted on a rim. Then they loaded everything back into the truck, and hitched up the trailers again. It was a painful lesson, he thought, about when to listen to the one you love.

He had wanted to make her a nice salad when they got to their new home. Now it would be dark when they arrived, so that was out. Before they drove off he got one of the coolers, and placed it in the front seat. It had fresh fruit, and in another bag they had granola. With a forced smile he offered her some fruit. She said, “Let’s just drive Jeremiah…” His spirits dropped. It was not like her to turn down fresh fruit. Her look said, “I’m not happy right now”.

So the tired couple drove quietly, in their mangled truck, and the transmission was worse now, lurching them forward once in a while. They hoped they would make it there in one piece. Thirty minutes later Miriam reached for some granola and started crunching. “There’re some blueberries in the cooler”, he said quietly. She went for some of those too. She looked at him, knew he was hurting and she said, “Jeremiah, I’m ok, and we are ok…….” “Don’t worry….” Thank God she was talking now, he thought. He smiled at her.

Twenty minutes later Miriam was beginning to perk up, and asked Jeremiah an unusual question. She said in her wonderful French African accent, “Have you ever thought of how many children we should have?”. She had a serious look on her face, so he said, “Well….yes but I don’t think we’ve ever talked about it.” He continued with, “I was thinking 4….. maybe 5.” “What about you?” he asked, as he took a drink of water. “Well I was thinking…….I think…….well…….10!

He choked, coughed, sprayed and spurted water all over the steering wheel! He coughed some more, and she reached over to rub his back. She was giggling now, having great fun with this. He pulled over, and put the truck in park. He looked at her disbelieving. “You want 10 children???!” He couldn’t believe it. She was laughing out loud now, at his reaction. She was trying not to be too loud, so she began stomping her foot, and holding a hand to her mouth. He decided to play this out some more, and go along with it. He said, “What do I look like a machine??” She howled with laughter, and her foot stomped even more.

After he wiped down the steering wheel, he kept mumbling “10 children!!”, he was really enjoying her laughter, and hysterics. In between her howls of laughter, she said, “But Jeremiah…….we need to…….we need to…….. repopulate!!!” She howled once again, and he laughed so hard he had tears in his eyes. They could not stop laughing. “Very funny!” he said. But he loved every minute of it…….he had never laughed so hard in his life……..

To be continued.

      

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth XII – The Accident

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After they drove into Pennsylvania, Miriam woke up from her nap with a smile on her face. “I was dreaming again of our baby”, she said. “You mean Sofia?” he asked. “Yes! Wait until you see her Jeremiah!” “She will be so beautiful.” Miriam was mixing in Amharic, with her English, which was good, because it helped him to learn. He looked at her and smiled, realizing how much he loved her beautiful, brown skin. He was grinning and silently telling God, “You know how much I love her……..”

After a quick stop, at a rest stop, they jumped back in the Ford F-250. Jeremiah had noticed how the engine was straining, and the transmission was having a tough time. He wished he had found a bigger vehicle to haul everything. They put the windows down, because it was a cool, late summer morning.

Less than an hour later, they were talking about how much further, and Miriam was looking at maps, when they heard an all too familiar humming sound. “Where is it?” Miriam said. They were both looking, when Jeremiah spotted the drone to his left, on the driver’s side. “Miriam get down!!” “You son of a …..” He was yelling at the drone, but stopped himself from cursing, realizing how much it upset his wife.

He slammed the accelerator to the floor. Miriam ducked down but then popped back up, alarmed. “Slow down Jeremiah!!” He yelled back as the engine roared, and the transmission jerked and slipped, “The drone is keeping pace with us!!”, “Get down Miriam!” She refused, “Maybe it is just gathering more data…….please slow down Jeremiah!!” “There’s a curve coming…..”

“Oh God”, he mumbled. He saw it, but too late, there was too much weight behind him, for him to stop normally. He tried to brake without slamming the pedal, because otherwise the trailers would become detached, or they would flip over, and everything would be all over the road, including them. He frantically turned the wheel to the right, to the left, and to the right again, forcing the brake pedal as far as it would go. Then they were suddenly off the road, he yelled, “Hang on Miriam!!” He couldn’t control the wheel.

Miriam screamed, “God send angels!!” A tire exploded, and there was a huge crash on the driver’s side, with the truck finally coming to a stop. They were dazed. “Miriam……are you alright??” “Yes….I think so”, she said. Jeremiah noticed she had held the seatbelt, above her stomach, and around her chest, in order to protect the baby. He was banged up on his left side, especially his shoulder, and knee. He said, “My door won’t open…” So they got out on Miriam’s side to survey the damage. But first they held each other, and checked each other over. They weren’t sure about his shoulder.

She was weeping, and they kissed, but it was not a kiss of passion. It was a kiss that said, “I’m so thankful, you’re alive! And they meant it. She hugged him, but he winced, because of the pain.

To be continued.

      

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth XI – Journey to Healing

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In the morning there was no sign of the drone. Miriam convinced Jeremiah to not get a gun, but he was not happy about it. Privately he thought her reasoning was sound though. She told him that if the drone had meant to destroy them, it would have. A rocket being launched into the house would have put an end to everything. Could it be they (whoever they were) were just watching them?

He made them some eggs and turkey bacon, with toast, in the morning. Miriam was not a big meat eater, so she had just the eggs and toast. She admired his wanting to take care of her, and it showed at every mealtime. He didn’t say much as they ate, because he kept thinking, that he was supposed to take care of the family – wasn’t he? Was it just his male instinct causing him to want a gun to protect them? He wasn’t sure but it felt right. It wasn’t until later that Jeremiah better understood, her fear of guns.

They spent half the day packing up the lab. As they worked packing up boxes, Miriam explained about East Africa, and the conflict in Somalia often spilling over into other countries. The kidnappings, and killings were horrible. It was always with guns. However it wasn’t until they emigrated to Europe that she experienced the hatred of white people. The white racists hated them, and wanted nothing to do with Muslims, Jews, or anyone else different than they were.

Miriam, broke down in tears, as she retold the story of how she and her father, were kidnapped, raped, and severely beaten. They were left for dead, in the middle of the night, while a black car went speeding off into the darkness. Jeremiah held her, wanting to erase every hurt of her traumatized emotions. It took a while for Miriam’s grief to subside, and she finished with, “It wasn’t until we made our way to France, that we were safe.” She wouldn’t tell him though what country they were in, when the kidnapping took place in, “In case we meet survivors from there…” she said. She did not want Jeremiah to hate.

Six months after the kidnapping, Miriam’s father became very sick, and eventually died. Miriam was convinced it was from the beatings, maybe brain damage. “I have a lot of forgiving to do still”, she said, in her heavy French African accent. They both wept.

When they did work on the packing some more, Miriam realized it was Jeremiah’s love that was bringing so much healing. He never judged, never criticized, but he did give of himself so completely. At the end of the day, Jeremiah could see that she was tired, and said she should go in to rest. She did go in, and fell asleep almost immediately, on the couch. She dreamt of holding a beautiful baby girl, and her name was Sofia.

The next morning they left early. They had a large pickup now, a Ford F-250. He hated leaving the Mercedes, but they had to. The back of the truck was loaded with food, canned goods, and cold food, packed in coolers, with ice. Next there was the large trailer with the laboratory inside. And finally there was a small trailer, with their suitcases filled with clothing, and some kitchen items. Jeremiah was concerned about the weight they were hauling, and thought for sure the transmission would give out, but they only needed to drive 6 hours.

As they drove away from their first home, they knew they would miss it, but they both knew they were on the greatest journey of their lives, drones, or no drones. She smiled at her strength, this man of love, and took his hand.

He looked down at their bracelets, and said in perfect Amharic, “My Queen……I love you…….I will always love you…….(he had been practicing)…….. It was one of the greatest moments of her life……….she closed her eyes to take it all in.

To be continued.

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth VIII – New Light

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As they sat down in the atrium that night, Miriam was amazed at the sight and smell of the fresh pizza Jeremiah had made. He had placed fresh tomatoes, and spinach in with the cheese, and she was starving. Smiling to herself, she knew part of the reason she was so hungry, was that she felt free, and happier than she ever had before. She also loved his cooking.

Jeremiah paused, for a moment. Was he praying? Then he started dishing out the slices, which also had a beautiful, mouthwatering, thick crust. The moonlight was beginning to shine clearly through the atrium, as the sun was going down. For some reason, Jeremiah asked her, “So how many languages do you speak Miriam?” She smiled and said, “Well….it depends on what you mean.” “I know Amharic, Somali, Hebrew, some Arabic,  and of course French, and English”. His jaw dropped. He was continually amazed by this incredible woman. She continued, “Oh, I almost forgot, I was also teaching myself some Italian!” He smiled from ear to ear, when he noticed a black cloth bag on the table, and asked her about it.

“Well, you may have been wondering about my faith”, she said. “Since it is a Friday night, and soon it will be dark, I brought this with me tonight.” Uh-oh he thought, this could be it, the one thing that might tear them apart, “religion”. He tensed, but said nothing. She continued, “I am from a Muslim family, but my parents were very open minded.” She opened the bag, and pulled out two of the most beautifully carved wooden candle holders he had ever seen, and two brand new white candles. “My mother was an Ethiopian Jew, and reverted to Islam before they were married.” He was fascinated, and listened intently. “They made a deal, before the wedding, that my father would allow my mother to light the Sabbath candles each Friday night, and say prayers, at the table”. She was beaming now.

“May I do the same, and say some prayers?” she asked. He was stunned. “Sure”, was all he could say. She said, “I tend to lean towards my mother’s original faith”. She covered her head with a scarf, placed the candles in the holder, and lit them. “I’ll be singing in Amharic, the language of my mother, and then in Hebrew.” She began singing, and chills ran up and down his spine. His spirit began to soar. He had never heard Amharic before, and to hear her sing it, brought tears to his eyes. Then she sang in Hebrew, “Baruch atah Adonai, Eluhenu, Melech ha olam…..…” (Blessed are You Lord, our God, the King of the universe) As she sang she moved her hands in a fanning motion towards her. The tears began streaming down his face.

He knew that he would share sometime his own beliefs, about the Messiah, his thoughts about the need for atonement, but not here, not now. This was a sacred moment. All he could say at the end, through the tears was, “Would you teach me Amharic?”……….Miriam smiled from ear to ear, because she knew for certain, without question, the Creator had placed them together………..

To be continued.

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”