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An interesting coinidence. People with the name 'Muhammad' also cant tolerate a nick name or have it shortened. I have always noticed that. Jedediah is a beautiful name with some historical significance also, if I am correct in my assumption.

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Cool observation. Did not know that about people having Muhammad's name. Jedediah or Yadidya is a Hebrew name. It can be translated as either "Friend of God" or "Beloved of God". Jedediah is really a minor name in the Bible. It was given to King David's second son by the prophet Nathan. Wikipedia informs us that out of sixteen listings with the first name of Jedediah, three were authors or writers.

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Jedediah was his name.  In fact it was the only name he would tolerate.  He would not abide shortened forms of it, and nicknames were unacceptable.  So...Jedediah was the only name for him.   He was not stubborn about it; he just knew who he was, and he knew his name.  Come to think of it, everything used to be that clear to him. 2 comments



It was funny how things were unclear now.  First of all, it was not clear to him why his Uncle Melvin should be dying of cancer.   Strike one.  Secondly, being a seventeen year old primary caregiver wasn’t the way he envisioned things turning out for himself.  Strike two.  One more strike and he would be out---gone from the game.  He felt that he would just explode.  The pressures of Uncle Mel’s condition and Jedediah’s responsibilities weighed upon him like the weight of the universe.
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Seeking some relief, Jedediah exited the house and headed outside for a break.  He drew in a deep breath, and let it out through pursed lips, as he absent-mindedly stretched his arms and walked.  He did not consciously think of where he was going.  He let his legs do the thinking.  Soon he found himself at the end of Uncle Mel’s country lane.  He stood there for several minutes letting his mind wander as his eyes surveyed the scene.



They soon fell upon a cement block which he decided to use for a seat.  He lifted it upright and sat it on end, flat surface up.  He sat down on it and faced west, towards the setting sun and stared off into space.  The red blob of a sun shone through the nearby trees.  Jedediah chentered his gaze towards the sun, not focusing on it, per se.  He was just “zoning out”---looking into the distance while letting his mind idle.  It lightly touched upon the things that hurt him.  



He was conflicted.  Part of him wanted to help his uncle in his time of need, and part of him thought that the struggle of caregiving was vastly unfair.  He needed more than this short break to refresh him, and he needed help from someone else.  But who should he seek out?



Jedediah noticed that the fringe of his field of vision was rippling.  He had never noticed this happening before.  At first he thought that it must be caused by eye fatigue from “zoning out”.  Then he realized that the ripple effect was spreading and he could no longer clearly see the scene before him.  He was becoming worried, but found that he really didn't want to break free of the gaze.
  


Then the rippling subsided, and out of the abating scatter he saw a man standing beneath the trees.  Jedediah stood up rapidly.  To him, it was as if the man materialized “magically” just beyond the ripple pattern.  Jedediah was stunned.



The man was middle-aged and clean shaven.  He wore tattered clothes, but other than that seemed well kept.  He spoke with a soft and non-threatening voice, “Hi.  Don’t be afraid.  My name is Clark.” He held forth empty hands.



“Where did you come from?”



“Behind those trees over there,” he pointed convincingly.  “What were YOU doing?”



“What do you mean?” Jedediah returned the question.



“It’s like you couldn’t even see me, or something.  You were just staring off into space.”  Then Clark offered an apology tied to an explanation.  “Sorry to be so forthright, but you did ask.”



“What were you doing behind the trees?”



“Camping.  I’m temporarily between jobs.”



“This is Uncle Mel’s land, and you shouldn’t be camping here,” Jedediah stated with too much authority in his voice.



“Guess I best be movin’ on then,” Clark responded good naturedly and turned to the trees.



“Just a second,” Jedediah responded as Clark turned to face him.  “I want to try something.”



Jedediah focused a million miles away again, beyond Clark and nearly through him it seemed.  The ripple effect started over again.  It filled his whole field of vision, and blotted out Clark.  When it ceased, Clark was gone, and an American Indian stood in his place.



“How.  I called Wattchitta, and have been sent by the Great Spirit to guide you through your hard times.”   He spoke halting English and appeared to be a Plains Indian.  His bow was slung over his right shoulder, and his tomahawk was in his belt.  His hands were not filled with the implements of war.  He held them up, palms outward towards Jedediah.  “Do not be afraid.  I come in peace to talk.  All will be well.  You will prosper, and your Uncle Mel will recover.  So the Great Spirit has told me.  So it will be.”



Jedediah looked deeply, until the rippling started again.  After a few seconds, Wattchitta was gone and a massive being stood where he had been.  An angel!  “Jedediah!”  The eight foot man with white wings called out.  “I have been sent by God.  I am a messenger of the Almighty and have been sent to preserve you and your uncle.  I started out twenty-one days ago, and have only gotten here just now for I was detained by the Prince of Persia.   He would not let me pass and I struggled valiantly with him."  His halo gleamed, and his entire body radiated light.  "Let me serve you.  Whatever you want shall be done!”



Once again, Jedediah looked without looking, and once again the angel dissolved.  In his place was a hideous black being with eyes like red shimmering coals.  It looked like a cross between the Grinch and a heavy metal rocker.  It was massive---about seven feet tall, and very intimidating.  It was difficult to see clearly, as it stood in the shadows of the trees in the gathering dusk.



“Elga!  (A demonic expletive.)  You can see right through me, can't you?  You know my real form, then, how I really look.  You are a dangerous one.  Dangerous to every demon who tries to confuse you and hide from you.  But not superior to the greatness of demon-kind itself.  I am a high ranking officer in the legions of hell!"


"Few can breech my disguises!  You saw through three of my best.  You have true-seeing.  I won't worry though.  I will just have to approach you in a different manner now.  After all, we demons always prevail over your kind.”  He spat out the last two words with disgust.  “Prepare to be overwhelmed, human!”  He made a noise like a moaning, squealing wheel, in short and long segments---something like a tortured Morse Code.  Other demons began appearing to the call.



“Stop!” a voice commanded peacefully.  “I will not let you harm this one.”



“Very well then.  We shall go and bide our time.  But he will suffer all of his days!  He will know no peace."  Then, boldly lying, "FOR THAT IS YOUR WAY.”



“Be gone then.”



The black fiend faded from view.



Jedediah could no longer hear the benevolent voice.  Not audibly, anyway.  But He still “spoke” to him silently and from within.



“I AM the Lord Your God.  Maker of heaven and earth, and maker of even you  Strutter (that is his name as far as you're concerned,  for you can't pronounce his real name), didn’t lie about one thing, you know.  You do have a talent.  But I prefer to call it the gift of discernment.  That includes many more things than just seeing.  You have the ability to distinguish truth from error.”



Jedediah walked back to the house. He had a new outlook.  He knew that he could meet Mel's needs,  for he knew that he, Jedediah, was enabled to do so.  He also  believed, for the first time, that the one called God would never leave nor forsake him.  God had always protected him and his Uncle Mel, he now believed that, and He would continue to do so.  Armed with that positive frame of mind and the help of God, Jedadiah prepared to  love his Uncle Mel and take care of him, till death do they part.


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