Minnesota Undercover – A short story – Part One

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Minnesota Undercover – Part One (of Ten)

Tim D. McConnaughy Jr.

 

 

“You can’t go that way,” he said.

The man was tall with black bushy hair and a five o’clock shadow that appeared to cover the bottom portion of his face. He was wearing a midnight blue sweater, light gray pants and dark colored loafers. He was yelling to a man running ahead of him.

The second man who appeared to be of Middle Eastern decent, was much shorter and faster. His bronze colored hair was partially concealed but he was wearing a little brown fedora with a pink feather. He had on long lightly colored khaki pants and a rainbow vertically striped shirt that appeared to look similar to a woman’s silk blouse.

Then things turned strange.

“It’s raining, it’s pouring the old man is snoring!” The bushy haired man began to sing. “We got our tickets, we got our tickets!” He sang with a sense of pride in his voice. The taller man had nearly caught up to the shorter man now.

Suddenly I watched as the shorter colorfully dressed man, abruptly stopped running, began to spin around 180 degrees and then proceeded to do a back-flip in the middle of the room. The man then picked up what looked to be a metallic designer-style briefcase that had apparently been laying on the floor nearby. Than as mysteriously as both men had appeared, they quickly vanished.

I knew something about this story wasn’t making sense and then it hit me, it must be a crazy dream. It was becoming difficult to tell what was real and what wasn’t. I decided to yell to see if I was awake. I tried to yell something out loud but nothing—no voice.

As if this already odd situation couldn’t get any stranger, it did.

Suddenly I began feeling cold……and wet, really wet. Rain? Yep, that must be it—it was raining and I was outside somewhere in the cold wet rain. But where was I and why couldn’t I speak? I wasn’t sure but what was clear was that the black pants I had been wearing were now beginning to stick to my legs and the blue pullover I had on appeared to be glued to my back. I was drenched.

Then I felt something wrapped around my neck. It must have been the strap from the bag I was intending to carry on the plane.

That’s it! Then I remembered, I was at the airport! Maybe things were going to start making sense again. My flight! I’m going to miss my flight! I tried to run but I couldn’t. I seemed to be stuck.

Then I heard what sounded like a man yelling.

“Keep going this way….” I heard the voice trail off for a moment……then it returned.

“They’re gonna end up in hell!”

Although I couldn’t see anyone, I heard another male voice further in the distance.

“C’mon, we gotta hurry!”

I wished the man would notice my predicament. This time I tried to scream, hoping to get someone’s—anyone’s attention. I opened my mouth to utter the word, help! I was certain my lips were moving but I still couldn’t hear my voice. Was I deaf? Couldn’t be, since I thought I had just heard a man yelling.

Then I heard a female voice close by. The voice was one of gentleness and sorrow yet she commanded authority.

“I’m sorry sir,” the women said, “but this ticket won’t get you to heaven. I am truly sorry.”

I heard a man respond, sounding agitated.

“There’s no way we’re going to hell, if hell doesn’t exist!”

This time I wanted to respond aloud. But what if it does? I thought.

Then I heard another male voice yell, “We got a fire here! There’s a fire!” he yelled.

At that moment what Jesus says concerning hell began to flood my thoughts. What if these people were not part of a dream at all? What if there was a fire and people were truly going to die?! I felt the need to warn them and tell them what God says.

 

 

 

Suddenly a surge of pain ran up my arm. It felt like my left arm was being ripped from its socket. Then I felt the surge of pain again—this time it was even stronger. The pain began to ricochet around my shoulder and back through my arm again. Just then my whole body felt like it had hit a concrete wall—and hard. I opened my eyes to see the leg of a chair next to my head. I seemed to be lying on the floor in a pool of water. Continue reading

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Minnesota Undercover – A short story – Part One

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Minnesota Undercover – Part One (of Ten)

Tim D. McConnaughy Jr.

 

 

“You can’t go that way,” he said.

The man was tall with black bushy hair and a five o’clock shadow that appeared to cover the bottom portion of his face. He was wearing a midnight blue sweater, light gray pants and dark colored loafers. He was yelling to a man running ahead of him.

The second man who appeared to be of Middle Eastern decent, was much shorter and faster. His bronze colored hair was partially concealed but he was wearing a little brown fedora with a pink feather. He had on long lightly colored khaki pants and a rainbow vertically striped shirt that appeared to look similar to a woman’s silk blouse.

Then things turned strange.

“It’s raining, it’s pouring the old man is snoring!” The bushy haired man began to sing. “We got our tickets, we got our tickets!” He sang with a sense of pride in his voice. The taller man had nearly caught up to the shorter man now.

Suddenly I watched as the shorter colorfully dressed man, abruptly stopped running, began to spin around 180 degrees and then proceeded to do a back-flip in the middle of the room. The man then picked up what looked to be a metallic designer-style briefcase that had apparently been laying on the floor nearby. Than as mysteriously as both men had appeared, they quickly vanished.

I knew something about this story wasn’t making sense and then it hit me, it must be a crazy dream. It was becoming difficult to tell what was real and what wasn’t. I decided to yell to see if I was awake. I tried to yell something out loud but nothing—no voice.

As if this already odd situation couldn’t get any stranger, it did.

Suddenly I began feeling cold……and wet, really wet. Rain? Yep, that must be it—it was raining and I was outside somewhere in the cold wet rain. But where was I and why couldn’t I speak? I wasn’t sure but what was clear was that the black pants I had been wearing were now beginning to stick to my legs and the blue pullover I had on appeared to be glued to my back. I was drenched.

Then I felt something wrapped around my neck. It must have been the strap from the bag I was intending to carry on the plane.

That’s it! Then I remembered, I was at the airport! Maybe things were going to start making sense again. My flight! I’m going to miss my flight! I tried to run but I couldn’t. I seemed to be stuck.

Then I heard what sounded like a man yelling.

“Keep going this way….” I heard the voice trail off for a moment……then it returned.

“They’re gonna end up in hell!”

Although I couldn’t see anyone, I heard another male voice further in the distance.

“C’mon, we gotta hurry!”

I wished the man would notice my predicament. This time I tried to scream, hoping to get someone’s—anyone’s attention. I opened my mouth to utter the word, help! I was certain my lips were moving but I still couldn’t hear my voice. Was I deaf? Couldn’t be, since I thought I had just heard a man yelling.

Then I heard a female voice close by. The voice was one of gentleness and sorrow yet she commanded authority.

“I’m sorry sir,” the women said, “but this ticket won’t get you to heaven. I am truly sorry.”

I heard a man respond, sounding agitated.

“There’s no way we’re going to hell, if hell doesn’t exist!”

This time I wanted to respond aloud. But what if it does? I thought.

Then I heard another male voice yell, “We got a fire here! There’s a fire!” he yelled.

At that moment what Jesus says concerning hell began to flood my thoughts. What if these people were not part of a dream at all? What if there was a fire and people were truly going to die?! I felt the need to warn them and tell them what God says.

 

 

 

Suddenly a surge of pain ran up my arm. It felt like my left arm was being ripped from its socket. Then I felt the surge of pain again—this time it was even stronger. The pain began to ricochet around my shoulder and back through my arm again. Just then my whole body felt like it had hit a concrete wall—and hard. I opened my eyes to see the leg of a chair next to my head. I seemed to be lying on the floor in a pool of water. Continue reading

Time To Be Bold

Jesus asked, "Who do you say that I am?"

 

There is a war going on in the world today.

Now I am not speaking about a physical war or a nation at war with another nation or people at war another group of people (all which may be true).   (However, these types of wars are evidences of the big war I am referring to).   The war I am talking about is a spiritual one.   This war is not between flesh and blood.   This war is for the hearts and minds of every single person on the planet and it’s ultimately against God.  As Christians we must not let up in fighting the good fight of faith and sharing the truth of who Jesus truly is.   If we don’t, millions of people will be going to hell forever.   This is not God’s way.   Jesus asked Peter, “Who do you say that I am?”

So today I ask the same question.  Who do you say that Jesus is?    Was He just a man or something more?   Because if He was something more, shouldn’t we all find out what that is?

When Jesus came into the region of Caesarea Philippi, He asked His disciples, saying, “Who do men say that I, the Son of Man, am?”   So they said, “Some say John the Baptist, some Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.”
 He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?”
Simon Peter answered and said, “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.”
Jesus answered and said to him, “Blessed are you, Simon Bar-Jonah, for flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but My Father who is in heaven.           Matthew 16:13-17

God was manifested in the flesh, Justified in the Spirit, Seen by angels, Preached among the Gentiles, Believed on in the world, Received up in glory.   1 Timothy 3:16

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
He was in the beginning with God.
All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made.
In Him was life, and the life was the light of men.
The Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth.          John 1:1-5, 14

God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.  Romans 5:8

What Truly Matters

Billions of people are posting each day on the internet.  Some things that are posted to their blogs matter more than other things but I urge you not to shrug this post off as just another blog post and/or religious person’s crazy post who doesn’t get many views.   If you have questions about God, the Bible, heaven or hell, etc you need answers.   And you need the right answers.  If you are mad at God, Christians or both you need answers.  If you are mad at anybody you need answers.  For sure all of your questions may not have satisfactory answers right now but the ones God wants us to know right now do.   We may not like the answers but God always will give the correct answers.  You owe it to yourself to get answers to your questions but most importantly to find out for sure what happens after you die because you may not have tomorrow.  Thank you for your time.

hope before it’s too late

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With Syrian Refugees coming to America, California and other states asking for trouble

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With Obama seeking to bring so-called Syrian refugees to America, he is asking for trouble.  Some state Governors have seen the danger and have halted any settlements to their state.

However, other states like California have chosen a different path.   For example California’s governor Jerry Brown has stated he will work closely with Obama to ensure that such refugees come to the state.   What this means is that ISIS and other Islamic Jihadis will be able to come to the country for free.    Either the President and the governor along with others are naive to what will happen or they know it will happen but don’t care that it will happen.   Either way, it would appear we citizens are not among friends in leadership if this is in fact what they decide to do.

It would appear that our protection has taken a back seat to political correctness and tolerance to Islamic murder.    I think it’s far past time we all should be asking, which side is Obama on?

Nevertheless, for Christians we must pray for our leaders that they and others will see how dangerous these decisions are and then perhaps they will not in fact continue to carry them out.

 

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In the Aftermath of Paris Attack 2015, there is Hope

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In the Aftermath of Paris Attack 2015, there is Hope

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In the aftermath of the Islamic massacre that recently took place in Paris France people are scared, worried and wondering what is going on in this world.    The chaos and carnage that any tragic event creates makes us wonder if there is or will ever be hope and real peace.  Perhaps you are asking those questions now.

So is there hope?  Can there ever be real peace? 

The answers are clear in the Bible as to what our future is but sin and hatred of God keeps people rejecting what God says about it.   There is going to be final judgment coming against lawlessness, the breaking of God’s moral law (sin) and all evil.

“It is appointed for men to die once but after this the judgment”  see Hebrews 9:27

However we can have eternal peace and hope in the face of uncertainty and world chaos.   This is not to say one will feel at peace about what is going on with the evil and destruction we experience and see in this life but we can know the Prince of Peace and escape coming judgment in Hell.

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After you die, where will you go?

 
Heaven or Hell?  or something else?
 

God is holy and perfect and He cannot have sin in His presence.

 
Have you ever lied?
 
Do you put God first in your life?
 
Ever used God’s name as a cuss word to express disgust?
Hitler and Mohammed are not hated this much.
 
Lusted? Jesus said lust is the same as adultery of the heart.  (Matthew 5:27-28)
 
As the good person test reveals and God word says, we have broken God’s perfect standard, His Moral Law (the Ten Commandments) and because of God’s perfection and holiness we deserve judgment in Hell.   
“All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God”  Romans 3:23
 
Upon honestly answering those questions, it quickly becomes apparent we are all guilty before God of breaking His perfect standard. Therefore, we need a Savior—a way of escape from His judgment of sin.   (James 2:10)
 
Trying to keep God’s commands or doing good things is not the way but there is a Way which only God can provide for escape because He is the Judge.
Jesus said “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”  John 14:6
 
He sent His Son Jesus Christ—God manifest in the flesh—to die on a cross paying the penalty for our breaking His Law (Sin). (Ro. 5:8)
Jesus rose from the dead after three days defeating sin and death. (1 Cor. 15:3-4)
When you repent from your sin (turn from it as in changing your mind about committing sin) and trust in Jesus Christ alone to save you from the wrath to come (judgment against sin), you will have eternal life! (John 3:36Titus 3:4-7Ro 6:23)
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X people, Employment Killers and Real Hope

I don’t know of any kind of work or place of employment that does not involve more than one person for it to be considered a workplace.   (But if you know of any I would love to hear it)  Whether it be during any stage of the hiring process or involving the exchange of goods or services –more than one person is necessary for the work to work.    This news can become a trouble for any person who really doesn’t enjoy (or has a fear of) working with people.    More specifically–for one who is fearful of the expectations involved in completing a task and doing it correctly for another person.   Of course, there are exceptions to these fears of task completing correctly for others, along with the overall unknowns involved but in general terms, fear of some type is always involved.   On a personal note, I might add the fear involved isn’t the same fear as being scared of a bear.  A better word to describe the fear I mean might be apprehension and many times coupled with inexplicable sadness to a point of immobility.   It is probably true, one might become immobile upon coming across a momma grizzly bear defending her cubs but for me in such a situation the words panic, terror and adrenaline rushes and no time to think come to mind.   And yet fear is the common denominator.   I call these people X people.

Now I believe many people live and even enjoy the challenge (and some don’t even consider it a challenge) of just doing whatever may or not be involved to complete the task(s) or work.   To these people living to exceed the expectations of others is what comes to mind when they wake up in the morning.   These folks (which is a majority I believe) are able to adapt and with relative ease to whatever situation is thrown at them.  Whether it be 4am, 6am, 10pm or later time has little effect on outlook and circumstances.  My wife is one of these people I am speaking of.   I believe people who are able to adapt the quickest and in the most efficient way to any situation usually do the best at whatever they set out to achieve.  I don’t believe it’s the smartest person who succeeds but the person most adaptable and fearless.   Now, if this type of excellence comes naturally for them, fear will rarely play a part in the process–despite what they may claim publicly.   Maybe you are this type of person (we’ll call an A person) and can adapt on a whim.   I am sorry that I cannot relate to you very well but I am excited (although not much excitement) but nevertheless, there is some personal excitement for your success.  Yea!

But what happens when you are not the A type person?   What happens when you are an X type person?  Let’s take a closer look at what I think a person X looks like.

We have already discussed fear as it relates to work and the X person.  And you probably have guessed or already know I consider myself to be fitting like a glove into the X category.  This has been the case for sometime now–from birth actually.  But unfortunately, what this really means is that us X people are not really enjoying living our life and forget about living it to it’s fullest potential.   On this earth, we just exist and live to survive and eat to survive etc but not much else really happens (as it appears).  Sure things happen to us, like they do with everyone else.   The weather changes around us,  the rain or snow falls and we get cancer or have kids, get married and don’t get married but whether it be the good, the bad or the ugly, what we do with circumstances and how we perform service for others is quite the trouble.

First, as I alluded to already, our service for and to others is virtually non-existent.  And positive circumstances are hard to come by even if none of what I’m talking about compares to being locked up and tortured for one’s faith.  This is happening more and more.   Of course for me,  there are days and hours when fear and apprehensions are lower.  And during these up times service for others appears more achievable and general circumstances are also interpreted in a more positive light regardless of the situation.   However, the reliability for predicting when this might take place in any given day is almost non-existent.  Perhaps better fitting descriptions for what I am describing are social anxiety and depression.   You may have heard about these little nuggets of crap.  Whatever your thoughts are about the terms, these two experiences coupled together with fear can be a real killer to just about anything faced in life.

Is there hope?  I hear there is but I don’t believe medication is usually the answer and at many times I have seen it make problems worse.  For me,  the underlining trouble with medication is that it treats symptoms and does not fix what is broken.   Real hope only comes from one place and His name is Jesus.  So you don’t get the wrong idea,  Jesus won’t make your life free from problems.  Perhaps just the opposite will occur as is the case for many followers who right now are being physically and mentally tortured for their faith.   But the only real hope and the one that really matters is, is your relationship with God and what you decide about Jesus Christ who is God Son–God manifest in the flesh.  If there is an afterlife,  where is it that you and I will end up after we die?  If you haven’t already,  I “hope” you will take the good person test linked at my website www.AreYouGood.us before you run out of time.

LORD, make me to know my end, And what is the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am.
Indeed, You have made my days as hand breadths, And my age is as nothing before You; Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor. Selah
Surely every man walks about like a shadow; Surely they busy themselves in vain; He heaps up riches, And does not know who will gather them.
“And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You.

Psalm 39:4-7

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