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      @whalekeeper @euodia-vision @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12 @smiley @lightoverdarkness6 @koshka @elishavet-pidyon @mineralizedwritings @anyone-else-idk-who-to-tag-lol-apologies-lol-XD

      Soooooo, just wrote this scene for the 3rd Novel with Leon/Riker as the MCs that takes place in the 1950s, when Leon/Riker go back to Germany to spread the gospel, and *cough cough* they also go to East Germany…😨

      anywhooooooo, here’s the scene!!!!!

       

      “Twenty Bibles…fifteen people have come to Christ already…God is doing amazing things in East Germany.”

      Riker smiled and nodded. He glanced around the hotel room to face his friend, who was trimming his beard in front of the bathroom mirror. “God is so good…even in some of the darkest places.”

      Leon faced him and nodded. “Exactly…and we know that even better than some.”

      “Out of darkness came light.”

      Leon set down the razor he’d been using. “It’s as the first chapter of John says; ‘The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.’ God sheds light on the darkest of places…and it lights up everything, like a lamp.”

      Riker nodded. “Amen to that,” he smirked, “now come on and finish with your beard…we have places to be.”

      “More Bibles to give out…more things to see God do. Not by our own might and power…”

      “But by his.” Riker finished.

      Leon smiled. “Exactly.” Leon stepped out of the bathroom. “Now, why don’t we get a move on?”

      Riker slipped his coat on. “Let’s-“

      A harsh, booming knock sounded, followed by several more. “Open up! This is the police, let us in!”

      Riker shared a glance with his best friend.

      Leon opened the door, and five men in uniform marched inside. The man in front, wielding a cudgel, glared at them both. “Sit down. We have to search this room.”

      Riker settled on one of the two beds, and Leon sat beside him.

      The pastor they were working with said it was dangerous work…especially with them being Americans…but they couldn’t stop.

      “Dear God, don’t let them find the Bibles.” Riker silently prayed.

      “Sir!” One of the men called.

      The man in charge, who had been watching Leon and Riker, walked away to go to one of his men.

      They spoke in quiet whispers.

      The man in charge marched back over, a sadistic smirk on his face, waving a piece of paper. “A pamphlet for the underground church, huh? Illegal documents… possibly carrying Bibles as well…working with criminals…many charges. Babikov, Ivanov, come here.”

      Leon raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong, sir?”

      The man laughed and slowly shook his head. “Of course not…our lead was right, evidentially. You are carrying illegal documents…and I’m sure you have Bibles as well. We just have to find the Bibles. Did you seriously think you wouldn’t be caught? Babikov, Ivanov, make sure you have the manacles,” he grinned, “as these two men are both under arrest as enemies of the State, arrested by the power of the Soviet Union and our glorious leader, Joseph Stalin. Stand, both of you.”

      They both obeyed.

      “Hands behind your back.”

      Riker obeyed, and he knew Leon did the same.

      Cold manacles clamped around his wrists, leaving him bound.

      “Take them downstairs and out of the hotel. Wait for me there.”

      “Yessir.” The two men, one holding onto Riker, one holding onto Leon, said.

      Riker let the man march him out of the room and down stairs.

      His family. Iris, Jonathan, Naja, Eli, Lily…all waiting for him back in the states.

      Leon’s kids. Isabel, Albert, Elias…staying with Iris…without a mother and currently with a father that was far away.

      Riker and Leon, both being arrested for spreading the Gospel in East Germany.

      If something happened to either one of them…especially Leon…who knew how much their families would suffer.

      Riker tightly closed his eyes, being led out of the hotel.

      “Dear God…help us.”

      #153191
      HighScribe
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        Me as I’m reading this: 😃😀🙂😐😕🙁☹️😨😱

        Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.

        #153192
        GodlyFantasy12
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          @freedomwriter76 AHHHHHHH!!!!! NOOOO!!!!

          #IfMarcelDiesIRiot
          #ProtectMarcel
          #ProtectSeb

          #153201
          Euodia
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            @freedomwriter76

            OHHHH NUUUUUU!!!!

            Don’t let the babies get hurt, ya hear me?????

            I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child

            #153215
            Keilah H.
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              @euodia-vision lol!! My family can get like that too.

              Even seen the “1 bit! 2 bits! 4 bits! 8 bits. 16 bits. 32 bits.” videos? Like the ones where the number of bits doubles, and the image either becomes less pixelly or just plain weirder? My brother and I watched some of those, and now he sometimes just randomly yells out “1 bit!” and we keep doing it….

              Or, one time, I was standing next to my doorway, like halfway hidden, and I saw my mom put down toast and butter for lunch, but there was no knife. I said “I need a knife.” but I was still hiding next to the doorway like I was stalking somebody, so my family thought that was hilarious (and maybe a little creepy). Now “I need a knife” has become a household joke…..

              Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.

              #153217
              Keilah H.
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                @freedowmriter76 ahh wow!!

                Hope they don’t get hurt or anything….

                Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.

                #153226
                Anonymous
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                  @highscribeofaetherium @godlyfantasy12 @euodia-vision @keilah-h

                  awww, thank y’all so much for reading!!! 💖💖💖

                  @Euodia @Keilah

                  Don’t let the babies get hurt, ya hear me?????

                   

                  Hope they don’t get hurt or anything….

                   

                  I make no promises XXD

                  #153236
                  Keilah H.
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                    @freedomwriter76 ah ok….

                    I guess…..

                    I do the same all the time.

                    Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.

                    #153277
                    Light
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                      @Freedomwriter76

                      NOOOOOO!!!!!  The BABIESSS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

                      They’re SOOO precious 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖

                      Pleaseee don’t let anything too bad happen to them 🥺🥺

                      Also the scripture that they talked about,  John 1:5 is like one of my favorite scriptures! And my username is based on it 😀

                      #HugRikerSquad

                      #153303
                      Elishavet Elroi
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                        @freedomwriter76

                        Leon trimmed his beard? With A RAZOR BLADE? *Gasps*

                        Don’t you know what the Sanhedrin would say? *Is scandalized*

                        Just kidding. 😂😂Sorry, little Talmud/Biblical culture nerd over here. 😂😂😂😅 It just tickled me when I read the beginning. (Which is good. I needed a laugh.) (Yes, I get this is the twentieth century, not the first.XD)

                        The excerpt is AMAZING, and I love it. Although now I’m a on the edge of my seat.

                        WHAT HAPPENS NEXT???????

                        *Falls off edge*

                        DON’T HURT THEM!!!

                        You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan

                        #153313
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                          @lightoverdarkness6 Yesss, the babiesssss!!!!!! 😭😭🥺

                          i knowwwwwwww, so precious!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

                          They’ll be ok…in the end, they’ll be okay, I promise!!!! (i’ll probably be writing the next part today, actually!!! 😘)

                          it’s one of my favs too!!!!! 🤩

                           


                          @elishavet-pidyon

                          LOL, you’re good!!! You made me laugh, and I needed that 😂😂😂 (lol…true, it’s the 20th century…and Leon’s not an Orthodox Jew either, so…XXD🤷‍♀️)

                          Aww, tysm!! 💖💖💖 Haha…I’m kinda on the edge of my seat too! 😅

                          …..

                          uhhhhh, i make no promises, heh 😅

                           

                          (alsoooooo, I was researching the SS Blood-Group Tattoo…and *ahem*, apparently men of the Death Head Unit of the SS (the ones who ran the camps; the group Riker is a part of) also sometimes had the tattoo…and i’m trying to decide if Riker has it or not, heh…but that might spell trouble with the Soviets…but hmm…🤔)

                          #153323
                          Koshka
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                            @freedomwriter76

                            OH NO! I didn’t realize they went into East Germany, although that makes perfect sense knowing them. Have you ever read Children of the Storm?

                            I am so excited about this though! Could they perhaps be like Paul and convert a few guards?

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                            #153330
                            GodlyFantasy12
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                              @koshka @freedomwriter76 GASP that would be amazing! Especially if they meet one kinda like Riker, and Riker is actually able to help him through the guilt and such, and it gives Purpose to his Pain. He realizes that the things he went through were for a reason, so he could one day help this young man 😭

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                              #153332
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                                @koshka yeahh, it is really fitting for them XXD I have not, what is it about? 😀 Aww, I’m so glad you’re excited!!! And hehe…yes, that is a part of them being arrested…leading some of them to Christ 😍


                                @godlyfantasy12
                                hehe…funny you’d say that…….😏

                                (i’m gonna have to tell everyone about a specific charrie in this 3rd Leon/Riker novel…hehe…and y’all are about to see him 😍😘)


                                @euodia-vision
                                @keilah-h @lightoverdarkness6 @highscribeofaetherium @elishavet-pidyon

                                 

                                Y’all!!!! I have the next part!!!!! 💖

                                 

                                The guards shoved them both into a dark room, lit only by a single lamp.

                                The door slammed closed.

                                “This is familiar…” Riker whispered.

                                Leon chuckled. “Of course, you’d say that…this is the third time you’ve been arrested in the past eight years.”

                                Riker laughed. “I guess you’re right…I’ve made a habit of it.”

                                Leon smirked. Ah, it was good to laugh and mess with each other. Almost like brothers.

                                Another door to the room opened, and a man stepped out, donned in the same uniform as the other men Leon and Riker had seen, only wearing insignia that marked him as an officer of a higher rank than any of the others they had seen.

                                The man smiled as he closed the door behind him. “Welcome, gentlemen. Please, do sit down.”

                                Riker sat down in the chair on the left that was opposite of the desk. Leon sat down in the other chair beside him.

                                The man removed his uniform hat and set it on the desk. He slicked back his blonde hair and sat down in the chair behind the desk, crossing his legs. “You two seem like fine gentlemen, and my men have had no trouble with either of you. What are you doing here in East Germany?”

                                Leon laid his hands on his lap. “To spread the Gospel, sir…we came to West Germany, and hearing about this area, we decided to come here as well.”

                                “You had pamphlets from the Underground church. Where are you two from?”

                                “We live in Kentucky.” Riker replied.

                                “Were you both born there?”

                                Leon shook his head. “No sir, we were both born in Germany.”

                                The man raised an eyebrow and grabbed both a pen and a notebook. “That so? What are your names?”

                                “Leon Jedediah Wagner.”

                                “Riker Franz Schind.”

                                The man nodded. “Perfect. I am Peter Kuznetsov, and I believe we have started off well, gentlemen. Were you two still in Germany during the war?”

                                Leon slowly nodded. “Yessir.”

                                Peter raised an eyebrow. “How were you two involved in the war?”

                                Leon glanced at Riker.

                                The Soviets were still angry at the Germans…and for good reason, but it didn’t excuse what they had done to innocent German civilians, nor did it excuse their hatred in general.

                                But Leon knew how hard it was to overcome hatred, and he also knew that only God could soften the hardest of hearts.

                                Leon smiled and faced Peter again. “…I wasn’t involved much, being a Jew. I was an inmate in a Concentration Camp from April 1944 to April 1945.”

                                “I see,” Peter wrote something down, “can you give me any proof of that?”

                                Leon nodded. “I can.”

                                He rolled up his left jacket sleeve, revealing the numbers still tattooed there…the numbers that would be there forever. 55464. “There are also whip scars on my back…”

                                Scars that were once a reminder of his pain…his loss.

                                Now, they were reminders of God’s faithfulness in the darkest days of his life.

                                Peter’s eyes widened, and he wrote something else down. “I-I see…what about you, Mr. Schind?”

                                Leon saw Riker take in a deep breath.

                                “I was a First Lieutenant in the SS-Totenkopfverbände-“

                                “The Death Head unit?”

                                Riker slowly nodded. “Yessir.”

                                Peter’s eyes slightly narrowed, but they quickly went back to normal, and he smiled, writing something else down. “Anything else?”

                                “I was a member of the Violet Iris’, an Anti-Nazi resistance group in Germany.”

                                “A resistance group?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow, obviously not believing Riker’s words.

                                Leon nodded. “He was…and was arrested by the SS for it.”

                                “What camp did you work at, Schind?”

                                “The same one Leon was imprisoned at.”

                                Peter cast Riker a furtive glance. “You seem as though you don’t want to talk about it.”

                                “I don’t,” Riker lightly clenched his fists in his lap, “but I will…and I need to. I can’t change the past, but all of us can work together to make sure something like it never happens again.”

                                “I can only assume you two knew each other?”

                                Leon nodded. “We did…but we weren’t friendly towards each other for a long time.”

                                “I wouldn’t expect you to be, but was there a specific reason why?”

                                Leon bit his lip and glanced at Riker.

                                Riker slowly nodded. “You can tell him.”

                                Leon faced Peter again, swallowing the grief. God had helped him get rid of the hatred…but that didn’t mean the grief went away.

                                It was just…easier now.

                                “My wife, Aadelheide…she was killed in the camp, and I blamed Riker because when I begged him for help, before he knew about the existence of the camps, he didn’t listen, and I hated him for almost two years.”

                                “And yet you two are here together, spreading your…beliefs.”

                                Leon chuckled. “Forgiveness can do amazing things, Peter…it was God working, not us. It’s a miracle the two of us were able to become the closest of friends.”

                                Peter clasped his hands together, laying them on the desk, slightly leaning forward. “You seem strong in your faith for a man that lost his wife and is now arrested by the Soviets, Wagner.”

                                Leon smiled. “Maybe it’s God’s plan that we’re here right now.”

                                Peter laughed. “You think your God planned for you to be arrested, is that what you are saying?”

                                “God works in ways that may seem odd to us, Peter, but he always works things out for good, just as the Bible says in Romans 8.” Riker replied softly.

                                “And if the two of you were to be imprisoned here for the rest of your life, would that be a part of your God’s plan too? What if you were to die here, would that be your God’s plan?”

                                “As it says in Romans 8, as Riker said, ‘for we know that all things come together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.’. It doesn’t matter what happens, Peter…it’s still a part of God’s plan.” Leon replied.

                                Peter blinked several times. He closed the notebook and put the pen with it.

                                He stood and walked around Leon and Riker. He loudly pounded on the door, and a guard walked inside.

                                They spoke in quiet Russian by the door.

                                Peter walked back over and settled back behind the desk in his chair. “Mr. Wagner, if you don’t mind, please, go with Ivanov. He will lead you to where you can get some food and rest for a little while.”

                                Leon slowly stood. “And what about Riker?”

                                “Ah, he and I still have a few things to talk about, Mr. Wagner, but we will be done soon, I promise.”

                                Ivanov gripped Leon’s arm in a tight grip, and before Leon could even speak, he was pulled out of the room.

                                Peter now knew that Riker had been in the SS.

                                ‘Oh, God, show these men you…and help us lead them to you…just be here with us,’ Leon silently prayed…because Leon and Riker certainly needed him.

                                God would be faithful.

                                He always had been.

                                Always would be.

                                #153336
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                                  Wow, that’s great!!

                                  Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.

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