End Times: When Praying isn't Enough

By C.A. Dayhoff

Religion & spirituality, Thriller | eBook


Thursday April 2rd AD 33. The candle flame danced, illuminating the room with shadows that spread across the room as the man finished his writing. Looking around his cramped room he sighed, he set the parchment aside, and said "Lord what have I done?" Saddened by the thought, he folded his shaking hands together in prayer. Drawing a deep breath he said to himself “Father forgive me as i have sinned, I've committed blasphemy, I have led your children astray and for this I accept my damnation” A storm raged outside, shaking his door, as if angered by his prayer, growing stronger with each word he spoke. The wind blew through the rags that hung as curtains blowing sand into his face, beating at the candle flame, threatening to blow it out, and casting the room into darkness. His uneasiness built, as a feeling of dismay filled his soul, fighting it back he continued to pray harder. Dread consumed his tiny room and a rotten smell emitted from under his door, gasping he Closed his eyes to the terror around him, the weary man tried to shut out the raging storm that was gaining strength by the minute and the evil that was pounding at the door. Crying out he said “Father From my birth you knew what I would do, It is not my place to ask why? I must trust your judgment for what is best for your children”.


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Thursday April 2rd AD 33. The candle flame danced, illuminating the room with shadows that spread across the room as the man finished his writing. Looking around his cramped room he sighed, he set the parchment aside, and said "Lord what have I done?" Saddened by the thought, he folded his shaking hands together in prayer. Drawing a deep breath he said to himself “Father forgive me as i have sinned, I've committed blasphemy, I have led your children astray and for this I accept my damnation” A storm raged outside, shaking his door, as if angered by his prayer, growing stronger with each word he spoke. The wind blew through the rags that hung as curtains blowing sand into his face, beating at the candle flame, threatening to blow it out, and casting the room into darkness. His uneas...


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Born in Texas, raised in Idaho, spent time on farms, hunting, fishing, and Hot Rodding... 10 years playing guitar and singing in local bands..



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