This is my version of a serial novel, though the story is actually only a few pages long. It is a story of allegorical nature, but don't read into the words too much. Everything is purposely stated simple to maximize the readers' enjoyment and ease of reading. It is a work intended for entertainment, Christian in nature, but not explicitly so. Please enjoy, and if you do, let me know. I need encouragement not for my own pride, but to let me know if I should keep doing this kind of thing. I lost my ticket a long time ago to be a teacher; this is more along the lines of encouragement so if it encourages you please say so. The next chunk will come in a day or two. Hopefully this will make me post.
so that by two unchangeable things in which it is impossible for God to lie, we who have taken refuge would have strong encouragement to take hold of the hope set before us.
A
Light overpowered everything. There was no purpose in studying his surroundings. The penetrating brilliance was too intense to reveal anything. Jacob’s eyes were wide; unmoving, yet unharmed by the violence of the light there. The air had a cool fell to it. Or was it warm? No not warm either. It was just right. Just the temperature he thought it should be. He had never felt so comfortable in his entire life. There was no reason to do or say anything at all. So for a moment he did not, and his eyes began to grow accustomed to the starkness of the place. As he began to make out the elements of this new place, he realized why everything had been so hard to make out. Everything – or so it seemed – was white. Not just white, either, but radiant, pure, unfaltering and vivid. Light appeared to spring forth from everywhere and everything. Different shades of white became slowly distinguishable, and yet none of these shades were any more or less white than the others. The clearness of his sight should have been unnerving here but it was not. Nothing was concealed by intrusive shadows. There was only different shades of white: sky, earth (if you assumed they should be called that,) and every aspect of the scenery were clothed in the absence of color. Yet it was far from boring. More objects slowly came into focus, and he saw that there were just three things that could be made out in his entire field of vision. When his eyes had made themselves at home, he identified them as trees white, colorless, and still brimming with life and laden with leaves but unmoving due to the absence of wind. Jacob shifted his eyes downward, turning his attention toward a ridge on the ground that was just inches high, running forward and up another ridge which was much taller and stretched exactly perpendicular to the first. He saw that this second ridge, rising to a height twice his own, blocked his view of the world beyond. Looking behind, then about facing and walking, he tried to follow the smaller ridge to its end. That’s odd. It stopped just a few steps behind him. So he turned around again, and without frustration, set out to decide a plan of exploration. This place seemed to impart peace into his entire being; his thoughts were limited to observations. He didn’t even wonder about the reasons or the meanings behind what he saw, observing and internalizing everything with the simplicity of a child in a new and joyous place. It was as if the place was grafting itself into him, and if he had felt anything of the cautious feeling that accompanies new places normally, he would have worried about being diffused into the place. The world around him breathed in stillness, and was more alive than he was, though he would never have noticed, entranced by the peace that mixed with his blood and intoxicated with the thrumming life that was everywhere around him...
to be continued
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