The life they want for us
Part 1 Rapture Training
Part 1-Rapture training
Trigger warning
It had been two weeks since she was last in this house. Two weeks since she last had to endure the Godly lectures, two weeks since she last dealt with the pain of harsh judgement and a harsher hand.
It had been weeks since pastor Hagee started his sermons on the “end times” yet she felt like she had already been listening to them for years. With her father “encouraging” her to read the Left Behind books, and the KJV bible throughout the week she was well into fear of the rapture and not being taken when the trumpets sound.
There didn’t seem to be anything different waking up that morning. As always she pretended to be asleep so that she could listen to the noises in the house, this time, silence.
“He could be sleeping, or he could be outside”, she thought to herself. But there was no noise from the outside either. She got out of bed, moving quietly to not wake her father if he was asleep. As she made her way to the hallway, making sure to not make a sound she looked out to where her father slept. He was not there, “Okay, he is outside” she thought to herself. She continued to move quietly in the trailer as she used the bathroom, got dressed, and drank water; she did not want to alert her father to her being awake just yet.
It wasn’t long before she knew she couldn’t get away with pretending to sleep anymore and that her safe alone time had to end or he would come find her. She knew the pain of the consequences if he had the opportunity to find her. Her father had not told her to be anywhere or that he had any plans for that day so starting to get anxious that she had missed something she headed outside to try and find her father.
Frozen.
Frozen in fear, shock, and sadness looking at what was her fathers clothing laid out on the ground, boots, hat and all, like he had been taken. Her worst fear had come true. She was left behind, the rapture had happened, she was alone, they were right. She walked down the steps of the porch looking at her fathers clothing, tears running down her face, unable to make a sound from fear yet screaming in her head, he stepped out from behind the metal shed, in a new set of clothing and hat.
“You see,” her father said “This is what it is going to be like if you don’t listen.”
“You’ll be here alone while the rest of us are floating in heaven”
He walked right by her with no sense of empathy, concern, or affection. Just the final words of “This is for your own good, maybe now you’ll learn.”
She did learn, but not what he wanted her to learn. This was her first wake up. Not even 11 years old and the blinds that had been over her eyes for years had just flickered open. Although the fear had not left her yet, she began to question.
This was the true beginning. The beginning of me questioning the words of the bible, and those that teach it. Although it would take me many more years to fully get away from the church and to stop trying to be a “Good Christian” I finally did make it there. I finally took my power back, finally have love myself, and have love for those around me.
Stay tuned for part 2.