“Intricate, heavy . . . intensely deep! This book made me have dreams, man.” Viet-Nam Veteran, ex out-law biker, ex gang-member, ex drug-addict—converted Christian and missionary to the American Indians, the late Skip Cronin.
The Faith of Angels.....Book one of the trilogy.....Christ’s Millennium Reign
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All scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible (KJV)
The Names of the Chapters
prelude...... 1 The Dragon and the Man...... 2 Answers...... 3 To Watch...... 4 Randall Walker...... 5 Heaven...... 6 Hannah...... 7 Mission...... 8 Risk...... 9 Natalii...... 10 The Dragon’s Tragedy......
11 Outward..... 12 The Angel’s Tragedy..... 13 Summoned...... 14 Mt. Zion...... 15 Discovery...... 16 A Dragon’s View....... 17 The Light....... 18 Enlightenment....... 19 Piercing the Clouds....... 20 The Return of the King...... 21 Dragon Meld...... 22 Victory...... 23 Eastward...... 24 Praise...... 25 Alvinston’s Story..... afterword
Prelude
I think I know what shut down my avionics and electronics—an EMP blast. I say ‘I think,’ because I saw a weird flash far away in the sky and then my engine quit. At same time my radios went dead. Not a good thing while cruising at 8,000 feet over the Atlantic at night. I was flying back to the mainland in the company’s newest addition, a spanking new Kodiak utility plane. The Kodiak is a strong, capable, single engine work-horse. I had just dropped off relief supplies to a hurricane stricken island in the Caribbean. The Kodiak and I were pressed into service because we could land on the beach. Ahh, the privilege of being a bush pilot flying a rugged airplane!
But to the matter at hand . . . knowing what caused a problem and fixing the problem are often two different things. Case in point, my state of the art turbine engine aircraft was now a very inefficient glider! And not only was I unable to declare an emergency and radio a mayday, none of my lights worked. Whatever happened just fried even the most basic of electronics.
At least my flight controls were mechanical. I was still ‘flying’ the airplane, unlike if it had been a fly-by-wire aircraft. Fortunately I had a cloudless night and a half-moon to see by. I still had a fair chance to ditch successfully in the sea. The bad news is, that would leave me 40 miles from nowhere in a rubber raft with no one aware of my plight—and possibly, if I was right about the EMP—able to come to my aid, even if they did know.
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Maybe I should have said, ‘if’ concerning the rubber raft. Maybe my glide-ratio would have been better too, if the auto-feathering function of the prop hadn’t been compromised by the EMP. As it was, my glide angle was so steep coming in that the Kodiak dug in and flipped. I thought I’d planned for every contingency, but this time, everything went wrong. Being suspended upside down in a pitch dark aircraft quickly filling with water disoriented me. Somewhere between extracting myself from the sinking aircraft and retrieving my survival kit I got tangled up.
The only unexpected thing was what it felt like to drown. I’d always imagined it would hurt. But the sensation turned out to be so pleasant, I’d have to say it was comfortable! Well . . . comfortable at least, after I couldn’t hold my breath any more . . .