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The Book of James (Edited) (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


The Book of James (Edited)
(Dedicated to James Ludeau III)


Chapter 39

James is here

1As the story continued, James had found himself living a life that felt much like that of Saul, but little did he know that he would become Paul, a light to a misguided people. 2 While wading through the pools of darkness, he had no idea what he was searching for, but he was there. Waiting for something… someone. 3 His lantern wasn’t his lantern. He wasn’t sure where he had gotten it from. It just appeared. 4 Here James was. 5 There were thirty-eight chapters previously you missed. But here He was. Here He is.

James and the Lantern

6 “Help!” a child was drowning in the darkness. He was losing breath, gargling in the darkness. 7 “Where are you?” James yelled towards the voice but couldn’t see anything. 8 There were sounds. Sounds he recognized, but he didn’t know why. 9 James swung the lantern around the darkness. 10 “Help!” the child’s voice grew faint. 11 James struggled within his mind to place himself in the darkness. 12 He took the lantern by his right fist and crushed it into his palm, when he opened it a beam of light erupted from his palm. It was too strong for him to control. 13 He slapped his palm to his chest and the light penetrated his heart. 14 The darkness began to recede into the shadows, where darkness hid. 15 “Be gone!” James’ words were elevated, his sounds dominant. 16 When all the darkness had left, James found a small child lying in a green pasture. 17 James looked around and realized they were in Eden. It had always been here.

James and the Words

18Take my words and light your life,” James walked through the friendly swamps with the child. 19 “Where do I go?” the child asked. 20To spread Eden,” James responded. “People have forgotten the true beginning.” 21 James had learned that the darkness was eating Eden’s children. 22 Though, he didn’t have his lantern anymore, he saw his that his knew life was to be the lantern in the swamps. 23 James took his words into the next chapter of his life, and chose to delve into the light.

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  1. i am obviously honored and awed by this piece. Truly. Amazing.

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