July 2, 2009

Dear Friends,
Sorry I wasn't able to blog last week. We had two separate groups of out-fo-state guests during that time. That kept me busy! But I know that you would like to read a little more from "Sunrise, Day One!", and so I'm here to make another post.

As the days passed, Susan and Randy and their traveling mates became quite skilled in their new abilities, gifts bestowed on them by the new dimension. It wasn't long before they were able to create all of their own food and anything else that they needed from the Universal Supply of God. In this scene, they have just entered a small town in New Mexico where they hope to find some other survivors.

We slowed our scooters down to a walk, since we didn't want to miss a thing. There was a dog barking somewhere in the distance, and we could hear the sound of someone hammering. But no one was on the street.
"Where is everyone?" asked Marcy as we poked along.
"Darned if I know," replied Randy. "It's a good thing we slowed down. We night have missed this place!" he joked.
It looks like someone's been making repairs up there," said Lamar, pointing to one of the buildings with sheets of plywood on it.
"Yeah, let's take this little side street and see if we can find anyone up there," suggested Randy, and we headed up the street.
We saw that most of the buildings butted up against the wall of the mountainside. Only a few of them had been homes. Most were businesses.
Just then, a face popped out of an open doorway. "Mom! Mom! Someone's here! Someone's here!" called a young voice. We had been seen at least.
We stopped our scooters and waited for someone to respond to the child's summons. A wonam appeared at the door, her face white as a ghost. Clutching the cloth she was holding, she ran out to greet us.
"Oh, my God! Where did you come from?" she stammered. "We thought no one would ever come here!"
"Hello, M'am," greeted Randy. "We heard your radio broadcast a couple of weeks ago and have been trying to get here ever since," he explained.
"The broadcast? You actually heard that?" she asked. "Well, ain't that great! Where did you folks come from?"
"Well, Susan and I were in Tennenness when we heard the broadcast, and Jacob and Sara there, are from Arkansas. We met Marcy and Phil in Arkansas, too, but they are actually from Indiana. Lamar here is from Okalahoma," he related.
"Well, aint' that just something! Come all that way!" she said excitedly. "Well, I'm Jeanny Tuddle and that's my boy, Johnny. My! I must look a sight!" she said running her hand through her unkept hair. "We been trying to get this house livable ever since the quakes began, but I'm not much of a carpender!" and she laughed.
"Don't you have anyone to help you?" asked Phil.
"Well, my husband was killed in the first quake. My cousin has been trying to help out as much as he could, but, with work and trying to fix up his own place for his family, he hasn't had much time," she explained.
It was like we had stepped back in time. Work? Fixing up houses? I began thinking to Randy. "There's something wrong here!"
His thoughts came back. "You've got that right!"
The woman looked up at Randy and cocked her head. "You say somethin', Mister?" She had heard his thought, or at least part of it.

But the group is left to wonder why so little spiritual development has taken place in this town!