“I took the day off. I had a feeling I should. Was I right?”
“Yes, you were.” It felt like he was sputtering out chunks of concrete. “I have to tell you something.”
“What?” Kat pulled her earbuds out.
“I have to tell you some—”
“I heard you.” She pulled her legs up so her feet rested on the edge of the chair and she wrapped her arms around them tight. “I meant what is it?”
“I don’t know how to begin this. The words are having difficulty emerging from my mouth.” His pulse felt like it was topping out at 180 beats per minute and cold sweat eked out along his forehead.
“Begin anywhere.”
“I don’t want to hurt us.” Marcus sighed. “I don’t want to lose everything we are.”
Kat’s face turned pale and then her eyes narrowed as if she suspected what he was about to say. But how could she know what he’d done?
“This is the secret the demon spoke of that night at dinner.”
Marcus nodded and stared at the trees along the back edge of their property as they swayed in the breeze. He stopped and gripped his knees with the tips of his fingers. He was near the edge of the waterfall now. The air seemed too thin and Marcus had trouble breathing. He braced himself for what was about to be unleashed on her, then unleashed on him, then them. It didn’t matter. It was the truth. Jesus, let there be freedom in it.
“I made a poor choice. The most devastating of my life. And I’m terrified to tell you because I know what will happen if I do. I’ve seen it—and I can’t live with that—but I can’t not tell you.”
She slipped on her sunglasses even though it was growing dark and pulled her legs in tighter. “If you tell me you had an affair, I won’t believe you.”
Marcus squeezed his eyes shut. “No, in some ways having an affair would be easier.”
Kat went silent and when she spoke it was only two words. “Tell me.”
Then he was over the edge of the waterfall hurtling down, the speed increasing as the words of what he’d done poured out of him. Kat’s mouth didn’t move, nor did her chin or her head or her hands or her body. When he finished, Marcus dragged his hands slowly over his head and slumped back in his chair.
A minute passed. Then another. Kat said nothing.
“Please forgive me. Can you? Is that desire of mine even remotely attainable?”
Still his wife didn’t speak, the only sound her slow, steady breathing.
“Please . . .” The word was barely above a whisper. “Talk to me. Say something, anything.”
She nodded but remained silent. Kat sighed, let go of her legs, and shifted so she sat crisscrossed. She gazed toward their home, then out over the lawn, then back to Marcus.
“It’s stunning,” Kat said, then lapsed back into silence.
“What is?”
“How long you’ve carried this and how effectively the enemy has used it to ravage your soul.”
“I don’t understand. What do you—?”
Kat held her finger up to her lips. “As brilliant as you are at most times, your mind and heart have been blinded.”
“I don’t—”
“Let me speak.” Kat took his hands in hers. “Do you not have any understanding of the heart of a mother? I heard that voice in my mind from the moment Layne was born. I heard it when Abbie and Jayla were born, and it has never stopped whispering in my ear.
“I hear it now in almost every moment of every day. I second-guess myself. Don’t let Abbie play soccer, she could be badly hurt. Don’t let Jayla do gymnastics—she’s too young. Don’t let them ski or ice skate, or even go to a friend’s house for an overnight stay.”
Kat squeezed his hands tighter. “Do you remember what I went through the first time Abbie went to summer camp? I was certain a canoe would tip over and there wouldn’t be a life guard there in time. Do you remember the first time each of the girls got on the school bus?”
Kat swung her legs down onto the patio and pulled Marcus closer. “Every time I say good-bye to the girls, I wonder if it’s for the last time. You don’t know, you don’t know.” She laughed. “If I’d listened to that voice every time it said to keep them from going somewhere or doing something with the slightest hint of danger, they’d have never left the house.”
“But it doesn’t change the fact I let him go for that ride. It doesn’t change the fact I was so consumed with my presentation, I . . . wanted him to go.” Fresh tears spilled onto Marcus’s cheeks. “Do you understand what I’m saying? I wanted him to go.”
“Yes, you did. But that doesn’t change anything. The enemy has used that lie against you for the last time. Yes, maybe you wouldn’t have let him go if you’d been more focused on the moment. Maybe. But would you have saved him that time and lost him the next? Our lives are in God’s hands, our hours on this earth are his alone to hold. I’m not going to live my life with regrets because I said yes to my children living life.”
“Still I . . .”
“Yes, you let him ride. Yes, I miss him horribly. It’s rare for two days to go by without my crying about it during moments alone that you never see. And yes, this time of the year it grows far worse and I wonder how I’ll get through the days before and after the anniversary. But that pain has nothing to do with the guilt the enemy has thrown on you.
“For you to have carried this burden all these years makes me so sad. And angry. Such a lie from the pit of hell. Why didn’t you talk to me about this years ago?”
Marcus rubbed his face. “It took so much out of you when it happened, and I was afraid if I ever told you, you would . . . leave.”
Tears spilled onto Kat’s cheeks. “Hear me when I say this, Marcus.” She waited till he held her gaze and when she spoke the words came slowly. “I would have done the same thing. Hear me again. I would have let Layne go too.”
Marcus sighed and pulled her into his chest and his tears mixed with hers. Neither spoke for a long time.
“You have to let it go.” Kat leaned forward and planted her elbows on her knees. “Now listen to me. Hear my words and hear my heart. I mean every word: I forgive you, Marcus. I forgive you utterly and completely even though there is nothing and never has been anything to forgive. It’s gone. Don’t let it ever sink its claws into you again. Do you hear me?”
Marcus stared at her, tears again coming to his eyes. What was wrong with him? He’d cried more in the past eight hours than he’d cried in the past eight months. Finally he lifted her head and kissed her. “Freedom.”
She smiled, the tears glistening on her cheeks making her more beautiful than ever. “Yes. It’s what he does.”
FIFTY-TWO
DANA, REECE, AND BRANDON STEPPED THROUGH THE curved doorway in the fortress and stopped just inside. Before them lay a long hallway with a low ceiling that ran for sixty yards before ending in front of a heavy blue curtain. They eased down the hallway and stopped in front of the curtain.
“Go on?” Brandon said.
Dana glanced at him. Of course they would go on. They didn’t come this far to stop now. She pushed through the plush curtain and the others followed. Ten feet ahead was another curtain—wispy, that looked like it was made of a lace that had faded long ago. They stepped through it into a huge circular room twenty yards across. It towered above them so high, the ceiling faded into dimness. The floor of the room was made of green marble, the walls of a light wood, ash or maple.
In the exact center of the room sat a young-looking boy—nine, ten at the most—on an ivory chair. Thin blond hair framed a peaceful face. The boy wore dark jeans and a light blue T-shirt with a picture of an eagle on it. His feet were bare. He sat so still Dana couldn’t tell if he was alive or a statue.
When they got to within ten feet of the boy, he turned. “Hello.” His smile was innocent and full of wonder. “Finally you’re here, but where is Marcus?”
Reece took a step in front of Dana and Brandon. “We know what you are.”
“No, you don’t, but that’s okay. It really is. All will be made clear, all will be revealed very soon.” He gazed at them with placid green eyes.
“You are the Wolf.”
“No.” The boy giggled. “It’s so much better than you could have imagined. There will be a tiny bit of discomfort, but that is all. The rest will be so very, very good. Are you ready?”
Before the boy finished speaking, he and the stone walls around them faded. The floor under their feet turned from stone to soft grass. They stood on a wide hill that sloped down to a valley filled with cypress trees. Above them was an almost-cloudless blue sky and the air had a feeling of late spring and unbridled joy. Worry slipped off Dana like a lead coat falling to the ground.
“Wow.” Brandon spun in a slow circle. “I’m having a hard time not liking it here. Are you guys feeling this?”
“Be careful. Stay alert,” Reece said.
“Any idea what we do next?”
The big man answered by pointing to the end of the valley on their right. Dana squinted and saw a tiny cloud of dust rising and then the cause. A rider on a white horse streaked their way faster than would have been possible on earth.
“The Wolf cometh?” Brandon said.
“I’m not getting any sense of evil.” Reece turned to Dana. “You?”
“Triumph is the word that comes to mind.”
“Brandon?”
“Same.”
They stood, each of them like stone, and watched the rider flash toward them. In seconds he reached the bottom of the hill. The garb of the man matched the color of his horse. His body was wrapped in a white cloak except for a dark crimson stain along the bottom. In one hand he held the reins of his horse. In the other he held a sword. A thin gold crown encircled his head.
It couldn’t be. Brandon was the first one to say it, but Dana was thinking it. Reece had to be as well.
“Straight out of Rev,” Brandon said. “‘I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.’”
“Is it possible?” Dana stared in astonishment.
Reece voiced her next thought. “‘I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and wages war. His eyes are like blazing fire . . . He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God.’”
An instant later the ground shook as the thundering hooves of the horse dug into the ground ten feet from them, and the rider pulled the stallion back onto two legs as a loud whinny erupted from its throat.
The rider brought his horse back to four hooves and trotted back and forth twice before coming to a stop. The apostle had it right with the blazing-eyes thing.
“Lord.” Dana stared at the rider. The word came out as a statement, but in her mind it was a question. It made no sense. How could it be him? This was the lair of the Wolf. The arena in the heavens where they had been led to face him in battle.
The rider grinned as he glanced at all of them and opened his arms wide. “You have all fought so well and so long. Well done, my faithful servants.”
“Who are you?” Reece’s voice was tight. Controlled. No fear.
“Search your heart, Reece.” The rider slid from his horse and stood next to it. “You know it is I.”
“Prove it.”
“You are right to be cautious, alert, testing the spirits, but the time for rest is upon you.” The rider . . . the Lord? Was it truly him? “Come, let me show you something.”
He walked to the opposite side of the hill and they followed him but kept a healthy distance between them. The rider pointed toward the horizon. A speck of darkness far away, almost too distant to see, spread across the vast plain. Gold, red, and silver light flashed against the clouds like machine-gun fire.
“There the battle against the kingdom rages, a war with the spirit of religion and all the other members of the demonic host. Its fires will never go out till I come again to earth to bring my beloved bride home, but let us not speak of that for the moment. Yes, you have come to the lair of the Wolf, but it is out there.” He pointed again toward the horizon. “Not here.” He turned and smiled at them again. “It is so good to see you.”
Reece glanced at Brandon and her. “No closer than ten yards till we know if it is really him.”
The rider held out his nail-scarred hands. “‘Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.’”
Reece’s head moved side to side as if he were studying one of M. C. Escher’s drawings and couldn’t reconcile how a staircase could keep going up indefinitely. Confusion and joy wrestled on his face. “The Spirit brought us here to engage the Wolf, the spirit of religion.”
“Are you sure of that, Reece?” The rider shook his head. “No, I brought you here to explain that you have already battled the Wolf—the spirit of religion—many times and you will continue to wage war against him for years to come.”
“If that’s true, then explain it.”
“With great joy I will, for you all have done well.” Laughter swept through Jesus’ eyes. “Yes, the Wolf—the spirit of religion—has risen, but don’t you see? For the past year you have advanced the kingdom in significant ways. With each soul you go into and set free, you have brought war against the Wolf and weakened his kingdom. With every four-day session of training you do at Well Spring, you damage the enemy more and advance the cause of freedom.”
The rider stroked his horse with a strong hand. “The ones you’ve trained have taken the message of freedom back to their friends, their families, their churches. Think of the e-mails you receive! The phone calls. The cards. The stories of breakthrough and healing and victory over religion and rote traditions. Think of the fruit that is being produced.” Jesus raised his arms to his sides. “Don’t you see it? What the Father is doing?”
Reece glanced at Brandon and her, but only for an instant, then turned his gaze back to Jesus. “Talk to me, Song. What are you sensing?”
“Relief. I was so geared up for this massive battle with this religious spirit—whatever that was.” Brandon snorted out a laugh. “Actually I wasn’t geared up. I was exhausted after rescuing Marcus. I have to say this is totally unexpected, but so glorious.” He let his head fall backward and he closed his eyes. “Accept the gift of this moment.”
Reece’s body language softened. “I’m starting to agree. But we have to be sure.” He turned to Dana. “Leader?”
What the rider said made sense. And how could she deny his words? She’d never heard Zennon talk like this. It would be so good to rest. To let go. But a small part of her wasn’t convinced. “Why the big buildup? Why take us through the dark cloud? Why set us on the road that was in Marcus’s vision and lead us to the fortress that he saw? Why not simply bring us here first?”
“Don’t you understand, child? Don’t you remember the end of Marcus’s vision? In it, I defeated Satan. I locked him in the chest and tossed the chest into a crack in the ground so small human eyes would not be able to see it. But you only heard about Marcus’s vision. And even he only went so far as to watch my victory from a great distance. I wanted you to experience the victory, step into it yourselves, and celebrate here with me rather than just being told about it. Think about what stirred inside you as I streaked toward you just now down in the valley below. Think of the joy and triumph you felt when you knew it was me! I wanted you to know that feeling because you have earned it.”
Dana stared at Reece’s face. It was full of peace and adoration. Brandon looked the same. So what was wrong with her? Why did doubts still swirl around her like a swarm of mosquitoes?
“Why haven’t you restored Reece’s eyesight?”
He smiled with compassion. “Oh, Dana, let your doubts slip away. Have you not understood yet what it says in Isaiah? How my ways are higher than yours and there is purpose in all of them?” He turned to Reece. “How often do I
answer you in the way you do not expect?” He turned back to Dana. “Yes, the answer will come for Reece, and I will do what is to be done, but in my way, my timing, and in my wisdom.”
“So that’s the only reason you brought us here?” She narrowed her eyes. “So we could feel the victory?”
“Ah yes, now we come to it. Good for you, Dana. You’ve seen there is another reason we must speak of.” The Lord’s face turned somber. “A father disciplines and instructs every son and daughter he loves. And since you have done so much for the kingdom and sacrificed so much, I desired to bring you here to talk face-to-face about the areas in which you have grown weak.”
“What areas?” Reece frowned, his face like a little boy who is told there are no presents for his birthday.
“You have opened the door of freedom to many, Reece. All of you have. But without care of the hinges, care of the foundation, care of the frame that holds the door, the door will tumble—and crush many with its fall.”
“I don’t understand.”
“This might be hard to bear, but he who has ears, let him hear.” Jesus glanced at Brandon and her, then back to Reece. “Carson Tanner is not your enemy.”
What? Dana’s mind felt thick. Slow. How could Carson not be their enemy? It was what the Spirit had shown them. His mission was to destroy the Warriors Riding. He’d shown that when Brandon was on air.
“He is not the Wolf, Dana.” Jesus focused his gaze on her. “He is a good man, one of my beloved servants, trying to bring truth to the world. Is he mistaken in areas? Yes. Just as you are. Has he taken things too far? Yes. Did he take them too far with you, Brandon? You know that to be true. Does he have areas to grow in and areas where he needs to be reined in? Yes. But much of what he says is truth.”
Reece blinked as if to throw off the bewilderment that must be in his mind as much or more than it was in hers.
“I understand your thoughts and your confusion. Why would Carson tear into the powerful work you’ve been doing at Well Spring? Exactly because it is so powerful. It is changing lives, Reece. But you’ve gone too far. Understand and accept that I used Carson to bring you to this place. I placed the idea in your mind that he was the Wolf so you would engage him and bring you here to this very moment so the wheat and the chaff of your lives could be separated. You would not have heard it otherwise. Although this might sound difficult, I want you to forgive what he has done to you and become his friend. Come alongside him and help him grow when he needs growth. And allow him to help you grow where you need growth. Together you can be a powerful force for the kingdom.”
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