Science Fiction: Welcome to my Worlds

to make sure the rest of his audience could too. “Many of you know the End of Days is nearly at hand.” He sliced off the murmur of approval with a gesture. “But how many of you know what that means?” A few eager hands raised in the congregation including one of his best contributors in the front row who loved the limelight. Ron gestured for an attendant to hand him a microphone.

“We must prepare to meet our maker.”

“Very good Dr. Parker.” Once again he swept the crowd with his gaze searching for signs of understanding. “The key word is prepare. God expects more from the truly faithful.”
Interpreting his words as another request for money, he saw Dr. Parker get a big smile and make a show of flashing some thousand dollar bills from his wallet where those sitting around him could see. “Money is a useful tool in the service of the Lord, my friends, but this time I ask you for more than mere money.”

He could see Dr. Parker’s smile fade to a look of complete puzzlement… something reflected now in many faces of the congregation. Money was easy. They were used to giving and they could see the results, such as the magnificent church they were standing in. Getting them motivated to do something—even in the service of their Lord—would be much more