When does the judgment day come? Like a thief in the night. In an hour when ye look not for me. The fool says, He is not coming. Let us eat drink and be merry for he is not coming. Behold I stand at the door and knock
In sorrow shall ye bear children. I will have the power to crush your head, but ye will have the power to bite my heel.
A time to sow, and a time to reap. A time to gather stones together, a time to run like hell.
She who has ears to hear. How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet. I come to bring not peace but a sword.
Theresa got out of bed. John Paul had to see these letters. They meant something, she knew that, especially arriving together like this. The number of people who knew this address was very, very small. And not one of them would write either of these letters.
Therefore either this address had been compromised--but who would bother? She was only the mother of the Hegemon--or these letters were meant to convey a message. And it was from someone who thought that even at this address, her mail might be intercepted by someone else.
Who was that paranoid, but Bean?
Big oaf, that's who he said he was. Bean, definitely.
"John Paul," she said as she padded up behind him.
"This is so strange," he said.
She assumed he was going to tell her about a similar pair of messages, so she waited.
"The Chinese have imposed a completely absurd law in India. About rocks! People aren't allowed to carry rocks without a permit! Anyone caught with rocks is subject to arrest--and they're actually enforcing it. Have they lost their minds?"
She found it impossible to be interested in the idiocies of China's policies in India. "John Paul, I have to show you something."
"Sure," he said, turning to look at the desk she set down on the table next to his computer.
"Read these letters," she said.
He glanced at one, and before she could imagine he had actually read the whole thing, he flipped to the next one. "Yeah, I got them too," he said. "A dullbob and a crenchee. You shouldn't let these things get to you."
"No," she said. "Look at them closer. They came to my private address. I think they're from Bean."
He looked up at her, then turned to his own computer and called up his own copies of the letters. "Me too," he said. "I didn't notice that. Just looked like junk mail, but nobody uses this address."
"The subject lines--"
"Yes," said John Paul. "Both scriptures, even though the first one--"
"Yes, and the first one is about left and right hands, and the second one is from the parable or whatever it is when Jesus speaks to the people on his right hand and the people on his left hand."
"So they both have left and right hands," said John Paul.
"Two parts to the same message."
"Could be," he said.
"The scriptures are all twisted," said Theresa.
"You Mormons learn your scriptures," said John Paul. "We Catholics regard that as a really Protestant thing to do."
"The real scripture says, I was naked, and you clothed me, I was homeless or something like that and you took me in."
"I was a stranger and you took me in," said John Paul.
"So you did read scripture."
"I woke up once during the homily."