The citizens of the United States of America go on with their everyday lives as they normally would. They continually steal, cheat, lie, and even kill, without a care or a worry. Because, all is well as long as they go to church and confess to God. Or so they think. God is fed up with hearing empty confessions, and is disgusted to have sinners “worship” in his house. The time has come for sinners to pay their dues. God’s genuine followers will be liberated from evil’s presence once and for all. The only factor missing is a deliverer for his message.

Isaiah is your typical, run-of-the-mill, middle-class bachelor, living in the heart

Immediately Isaiah thought God, but he just as quickly dismissed the idea, thinking that someone had just pulled the prank of the century on him. “Do you doubt your God?” inquired the messenger. Once again, the room filled with a pure white light, only this time it did not cease after several seconds. The light soon began to burn his eyes. He closed them, but to no avail did the pain stop. His eyes felt as if being stabbed over and over. He rubbed at them fiercely. But then, suddenly, the pain subsided, and the light put Isaiah into unadulterated bliss. A thundering voice came out of the computer’s speakers. “Do you believe now?” Isaiah quickly responded, “Yes Lord, I believe!”

Isaiah out of both fear and curiosity anxiously hooked up the keyboard, mouse, and hard drive to the monitor. He slowly double clicked the insignia, which opened the message. It read: “Isaiah, your time has come.” Isaiah suspiciously typed a response asking the messenger’s identity. As soon as he had sent his response, the messenger answered with: “I am who I am.” The screen flashed, and the room soon filled with a bright white light. After a few tense seconds, the light faded, and the messenger said: “Do you understand who I am know, Isaiah?

It was a little after nine o’ clock, and Isaiah was frantically trying to get one of his customer’s broken computers up and running. After replacing some of the key components, he hit the power switch and crossed his fingers. He

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