Between two Worlds

Chapter 21

There were no dreams from God the following night. If there were, I would've remembered. It was just the normal kind that quickly vanished.

I prayed, before checking my email, since no calls came. There was nothing from Secretary Woodall. Nor anything that really stood out.

Just as I was going to close it out, without looking at the news, an email came from him with a link.

Clicking on it brought me to the two alien ambassadors fighting about something. Even though the words are translated, the barking and clicks are too loud to make out much of anything.

One word comes up a couple of times, which is Jorinthia. Whoever, or whatever Jorinthia is, seems to be the source of something old. At least that's the sense I get from God.

Why is that name important to both? I almost ask. But knew I wasn't sending any signal their way. Just because I can see them fighting, doesn't mean they can see me.

The feed ended, which left me looking at blank screens. And that word running through my head.

God was telling me something important, but I had no idea what it was. Until a certainty came to me. Jorinthia was a planet.

I closed the feed, before closing out my emails, without looking for anything. I wanted to pray to God for understanding. Knowing what Jorinthia is and why it's important, were two different things.

My secure phone rang, before I had the chance. That's why God made that happen. He knew Secretary Woodall would be calling. And that planet had to be mentioned.

I went to the phone. "Hello, Mr. Secretary."

"We think they were on the verge of attacking each other night, Mr. Ryan, but stopped. Any ideas?"

"Aliens in the crew deciding otherwise is a best guess, Mr. Secretary." I didn't get into the dream. God led me to say that, and nothing more on the mutiny. "I just got a link to a feed that led the ambassadors to fighting over a planet, called Jorinthia. Have either of them mentioned it, or the name come up in any of the reports they sent."

"Not that I'm aware of, Mr. Ryan. I'll check into it."

He ended the call. I'd done all I could with the information God gave me. Now, it was up to him.

It was a joyous feeling I had when things started to come together. I hadn't felt that close to God, not even after the dream, in years. From that moment, the proverbial feathers and hammers wouldn't be missed.

I went to call Zack, to get assistance in prayer, for America and the aliens that were here. God told me the future depended on the three nations. If the aliens represented their own nations.

An overwhelming urge to hit my knees and pray struck me. I knew he was already praying. I needed to join him, and all those others calling out to God.