-the second day-

[morgan woods]

When the LORD comes back to the Earth,

The car whirled to a hault. Out stepped a woman, impeccably dressed in a crisp blue suit. Her hair was in a tight bun, and she was unsmiling. That was odd, as the day was bright and sunny, a gorgeous summer day. She saw the sign that read "The Second Day Church" and wrinkled her nose.

what will he see?

The "camp" as she would have called it, was a few buildings, whitewashed, all centered around a town square. There was barely anything decorative, unless you could count the path leading up a hill to a gigantic white cross. She didn't. The sight alone made her sick.

She walked up to what seemed to be the main building. Slow, deliberate steps in her heels. She felt self-concious, as if a hundred eyes were watching, though there was no one that she could see.

She took a deep breath. She knocked. There was no answer. She knocked again. Still no answer. She could hear people inside. She twisted the handle. It was unlocked. She stepped in.

People living in debauchery, sin, and lies.

A man in his forties had a teenager wrapped around him. She couldn't be legal. The woman gasped. The sound disturbed them. He pulled away, annoyed. The girl- once she pulled away, the woman could see she was barely a teenager- stared radiantly at the man's face, running her fingers up and down his clenched jaw, through his hair. "Can I help you?" he said.

That's what he will see.

The woman summoned her courage. "I'm looking for Reverend-" she spat the word- "Joe Settler." The man was twice her size. She was in heels. The gun in his holster scared her. But she kept her tone calm, her eyes steel, her face impassive.

Do you want him to see you like that?

"He's sick. I'll tell him you called. These boys will see you out," the man said, pointing at the two hulking teenagers that had materialized. They had guns in their hands. "I believe you were trespassing, and as you interrupted my time with my wife, I do not take kindly to that." He said. She stroked his face and chuckled. Her arms were rail thin. There were bruises fading from her arms, close in size to the arms that now caressed her. The woman stared at the guns. The boys holding them were barely old enough to grow a beard. They looked so stern, so solemn.

For he is coming. This is the second day, the day the faithful sit and wait for his return.

She got into the car without incident. She turned key in the ignition. It sputtered to life. She drove, not turning around, but looking at the children from her side mirrors. As soon as they were out of sight, she pull over. Said a prayer. For that girl. For those boys. For the others. That place may claim to have the world of God, but it was anything but holy.

Join me. Join me in the Second Day Church. And we shall wait for God.

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