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“Local law says that no church or synagogue can be taller than the shortest mosque in the area.”

“So some joker built a mosque that is five feet tall just to make the Christians and Jews unhappy?”

“It looks that way,” Oscar answered with a grin.

Georgia looked down at the roof of the decrepit building. The roof was about four feet above the ground. It was hard to believe that Oscar was taller than the building. She said, “I know you are short, but how can you possibly stand up in that building?”

He held a hand up to his neck. His hand was about the same height off of the ground as the roof. He squatted so that his head was below his hand. Oscar laughed at the expression on Georgia’s face. Standing, he said, “The churches and synagogues in the area are built into the ground rather than above it. There’s plenty of room to stand up inside the building.”

Shaking her head, Georgia said, “I guess people can find ways around even the most arbitrary law.”

She followed him around to the front of the building. From there, it was easy to see that the majority of the building was underground. She stopped at the top of the steps leading down to the door and turned back to watch the people coming to worship. Expecting to see people with Semitic features, she was rather surprised to see that the people coming were black. They were not chocolate skinned black, but ebony black. Shaking her head, she said, “They’re black.”

“That’s right.”

Wondering if she suffered from some hidden prejudice that she hadn’t know about, she asked, “How come I never heard of Jews that are black?”

“Ignorance,” Oscar answered shrugging his shoulders.

Taking a modicum of offense at his answer, Georgia said, “I hate to think of myself as ignorant.”

“Contrary to popular belief, ignorance is not a character flaw. The universe is a big place and there’s a lot to know. We’re all ignorant; it is just a question of degree. How can you be expected to know about a small group of people in a small country that’s halfway around the world from where you grew up?” Oscar said watching the people enter the synagogue.

“Where did they come from?”

“According to legend, they are the descendants of Solomon and Sheba,” Oscar said. Although they were speaking English, the last man to enter the synagogue looked at Oscar when he heard the last of his sentence. Switching to Amharic out of consideration for those who might be listening, he said, “We are currently in the part of Ethiopia that is often called Beta Israel.”

“Beta Israel? Sounds like it means second Israel,” Georgia said.

Nodding his head, Oscar said, “Legend says that they brought the Arc of the Covenant here after the fall of the Second Temple.”

“Maybe we could look for Arc of the Covenant while we’re here,” Georgia said with a grin. She laughed and said, “Too bad your last name isn’t Jones. I’d be Georgia Jones and could claim Indiana as a distant cousin.”

Oscar looked away for a moment and then said, “I better go in now.”

Georgia waited outside hearing the voice of Yahweh repeat the message that Oscar was to deliver to all who were willing to listen. She had heard that message hundreds of times, but each time it left her holding her breath. Not for the first time she wondered why the Gods had Oscar repeat the same message so many times.

When Oscar came out, she walked beside him to the Land Roamer. He was particularly quiet. After they had gotten into the Land Roamer, Oscar looked back at the synagogue and said, “You should have seen the looks on their faces.”

“Why?” Georgia asked. He very seldom remarked on the reaction of the people to his message.

Oscar drove away while answering her question. “Israel recognized them as Jews in 1975, but still has expressed doubts that they are one of the lost tribes. As a result, they have to undergo a formal conversion to immigrate into Israel as Jews. Israel requires that whenever there is doubt about the Jewishness of the immigrant.

“The fact that Yahweh spoke in their synagogue eliminates all doubt that they are Jews. You might say that my presence and the message gave them a legitimacy that they never had in the eyes of the world.”

Georgia was silent while she thought about his answer. In a soft voice, she said, “It seems to me that a lot more is being accomplished by your service, than bringing peace to the Middle East. This is just one example where an entire group of people have been given a special gift.”

Oscar smiled and said, “Yes. Our little friend, Mohammed, in Pakistan was selected to serve Allah for some great purpose. The young couple, whose wedding we attended, was told that their child was going to become a great leader. There have been lots of side effects to my service. The most obvious is that many of the young are returning to the religions of their parents.”

“That’s nice,” Georgia said.

“The Powers That Be are subtle in their actions. I have no idea why things are done in the way they are, but I know there is a reason for it,” Oscar said.

Georgia was quiet for several minutes and then asked, “Is Jewishness a word?”

“I don’t know. If it isn’t, then it should be,” Oscar answered with a grin.

Looking at the cross on the building, Georgia said, “Ah, a church this time. I was wrong again.”

“Yes, you were,” Oscar answered. Georgia had started predicting the order of the religions he would visit and would write her guesses down on a piece of paper. She claimed that the number she got right during the day was the minimal number of orgasms he had to give her that night.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” she accused. She looked down at her sheet of paper at her prediction. She had predicted church, synagogue, mosque, and then church. So far that day, they had visited a synagogue, mosque, and now a church.

“No, I’m not,” Oscar said.

Pouting she said, “At this rate, you won’t have to give me an orgasm tonight.”

Grinning at her, he asked, “Does that mean I’ll get some sleep, tonight?”

She stuck her tongue out at him and said, “Not if I’m right on the next guess.”

“We’ll see,” Oscar said getting out of the Land Roamer. The big vehicle wasn’t the only one suited for the terrain over which they were traveling, but it was their first choice for their trip. A Hugger could have served, but the back end of the Land Roamer provided a nice place to sleep.

Georgia waited inside the Land Roamer enjoying the air conditioner and absence of flies. Even inside the vehicle she could hear Jehovah giving Oscar his message. She watched the local people make their way to the church. It was a sight that she had seen hundreds of times.

The expressions on their faces were indescribable. It was more than awe. There was a touch of fear to the expression, but just a touch. There was also a tinge of bliss. She wondered what expression a person should have on their face when they heard their God speak. She pulled out her camera and took a picture of the crowd.

With a smile that was a little larger than normal, Oscar returned to the vehicle and said, “Onwards to the next one.”

“Which direction are we heading?” Georgia asked wondering why he was smiling like that. He looked like he was hiding something from her.

“Northeast to the Hadar region and then onto Axum,” Oscar answered with a grin. Steering the Land Roamer down the dusty trail that constituted a road in the region, he left the small town behind them. At the face she made at the idea of visiting another area that was filled with lots of nothing, he said, “We’ll have a slight detour through Addis Abeba.”

“What is in Addis Abeba?” Georgia asked thinking that two and two was suddenly adding up to three. They normally stayed out of the larger cities.

“Debbie,” Oscar answered.

“What?” Georgia screamed sitting up and turning to face Oscar.

“Well, she will be if you get on the telephone with Jennifer and arrange for her to meet us there. She finished her practicum project yesterday. She can meet us there, tomorrow,” Oscar said.

Getting excited at the prospect of seeing their wife again, Georgia said, “Why didn’t you tell me before? Stop this crate so that I can get out the satellite phone and make the call.”

“I wanted to get out of town so that you could line up the satellite dish without attracting a crowd,” Oscar answered before pulling off the road.

Debbie looked out the window of the Land Roamer and then over at Georgia seated beside her. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, “Why is he stopping here? There isn’t a building within thirty miles of here.”

Oscar turned around so that he was facing the two women in the back seats. He said, “It is almost lunch time. Let’s have a little picnic here and then we’ll turn around to get to Axum.”

They had just driven hours out of their way just to turn around? It didn’t make sense to Georgia. She asked, “Why here?”

“I’ll explain while we’re eating,” Oscar answered. He turned and exited the Land Roamer.

While he headed around to the rear of the vehicle to get a blanket and some food, Debbie asked, “Does he do things like this very often?”

“From time to time,” Georgia answered looking out the window for something that would suggest the reason for stopping. She could see nothing except for rough terrain with scattered brush. Shaking her head, she said, “Oscar occasionally gets very philosophical. I think he’s in one of those moods.”

“Is that bad?” Debbie asked.

“Actually, I enjoy them,” Georgia answered. She realized that Debbie had never been with Oscar on one of these little journeys.

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Oscar MeyersChapter 26

Carrying a rather large piece of luggage, Oscar strolled down the hallway as if he owned the hotel. The hallway was basically bare; painted in a dull white. Every thirty feet, the walls were broken by pairs of doors that faced an identical pair of doors on the other side of the hallway. The floor was covered with a commercial carpet intended to be unnoticed while hiding stains and dampening noise. After walking more than half the length of the hallway, Oscar arrived at his room. He checked...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 17

Debbie looked at the hole in the ground. This was not just a little hole in the ground. There was a building carved out of rock right in the middle of the hole. The building was two stories tall and carved into the shape of a cross. Awed by the amount of work that it must have taken to carve the building out of the surrounding rock, she said, “This church is carved from the rock.” “That’s right. This is the famous Bet Giorgis church of Lalibela. It was carved about nine hundred years ago...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 8

Standing beside a Russian truck, a very anxious Debbie waited for her husband and wife to arrive. The barren lifeless environment only fed her anxiety. It was hard to believe how desolate the area looked. Draught had cracked the hard ground into little bricks with inch wide cracks. Despite the sun in the sky, the air was chill. She turned to the Major who was seated on the hood of the truck and asked, "Are you sure this is the right place?" "Very sure," the Major answered with a yawn. He...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 8

The Colonel, the Major, and two of the Captains stood in a relaxed manner in the command center looking at Oscar. Georgia wasn’t present for a change and they actually missed her. Oscar smiled at the four and said, “Congratulations, you’ve passed.” The Colonel laughed and said, “Best training program I’ve ever experienced. You drove me fucking crazy.” Oscar nodded and asked, “Well, do you guys want to discuss what you learned here?” The Major answered, “They don’t fight by the rules.” One...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 9

While many of the people in Turkey are Muslim, the ‘democratic’ government of Turkey was secular. This meant that politicians had to run for election periodically and worked hard to preserve their reputations. On the world stage, and inside Turkey because of the current activities associated with the earthquake, few organizations had the news capital of the Fusion Foundation. As head of the Fusion Foundation, the doors of the Turkish government opened for Ed Biggers. Followed by members of...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 25

Beth Carter, carrying a stack of papers, walked through the halls of the college in which she had spent a considerable percentage of her childhood. Every hall, every room, and every piece of decor brought back memories. The majority of memories were good, but there were also memories associated with the loss of her father. She was headed towards the first year dining room smiling at the thought of her destination. Her grandfather, the Reverend Leroy Jones, always insisted on meeting people...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 21

An old man picking up trash and putting it into a bag noticed Oscar standing in front of the Golden Gate. Wearing the cloak and robe while carrying a staff, Oscar looked like a character straight out of the Torah. He stared at Oscar wondering what he was doing at the Golden Gate. Considering the current religious climate, the old man was halfway convinced that Oscar was going to march into Jerusalem after breaking down the wall that had been built to render the gate useless. He held his...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 20

The Church of St John the Baptist is one of the oldest churches in Jerusalem. It was the site of the founding of the Knights of the Hospital of St. John. The order of knights, better known by the name of Hospitallers, was established to provide health care for poor and sick pilgrims to the Holy Land in 1080 AD. It was here that the Reverend Leroy Jones spent the night in prayer. Founded in 1200, the Ramban Synagogue was the first Jewish presence in Jerusalem’s Old City after the exile of...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 24

Turning at the end of the private road leading from the Druid College, Oscar jogged down the county road trying to burn off some excess energy. While robes were a unique fashion statement that set the Druids apart from everyone else, they were not designed to facilitate jogging while wearing them. He had his robes held up by a belt so that the hem was only to his knees. It looked ridiculous and he knew it, but he didn’t really care. A car pulled up beside him honking the horn. He looked over...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 28

Feeling like the whole world was his oyster, Oscar walked across the road towards the school. He felt great. After spending a nice quiet night with Georgia, he had a very pleasurable morning romp with her. It was a rare occasion when he had a chance to spend the night with Georgia alone. He spent many more nights alone with Debbie than with Georgia. He didn’t begrudge a single night alone with Debbie, but it was great to spend the night with Georgia. It was a glorious day and that just added...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 1

The image that we have of a hero is of a muscle-bound man who can carry three victims in one arm while firing a machine gun with the other. The word hero makes us think of a man with a strong chin, chiseled features, and steely eyes. Sure, some heroes are the big strong manly types such as described in stories and portrayed in movies. Of course, we also think that heroines are attractive hard-body types who have studied martial arts their whole lives. From the media presentation of heroic...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 11

Oscar sat on the top of the truck drinking a hot cup of cocoa and looking around at his surroundings. He was in an isolated area surrounded by blinding white snow that hurt his eyes. The snow softened the landscape; turning hard edges into flowing curves. Behind the truck, tracks led back to the small village Oscar had left a half an hour earlier. He thought back to his visit there earlier. The village had less then three hundred people living in it. Most were old; the majority of the young...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 36

Riding in the limousine from the airport was a first for David Bear Claw. He couldn’t believe the luxury afforded students of the Druid College. Even Ohola U Tiwahe was quiet during the drive. Oscar, Georgia, and Debbie were watching the reactions of the guests. Oscar and Debbie found their reactions understandable while Georgia was amused. Finally, Oscar said, “They sent the limousine because Ohola U Tiwahe is an honored guest.” David asked, “Do you mean that they don’t normally have a...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 18

Saudi Arabia is officially listed as the fourteenth largest country geographically. It controls an incredible amount of oil, but after the invention of the Fusion Cell by John Carter that meant little in terms of the international market. Prior to the invention of the Fusion Cell, oil accounted for nearly sixty percent of its gross national product. Afterwards, oil accounted for only ten percent of the gross national product. It was not that other sectors stepped up to the economic plate, but...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 6

Mohammed directed Oscar through the small town, pointing to the coffee house as the most likely place to find someone who would be interested in purchasing the Mercedes. It wasn’t as though there was a car dealership in the area. Oscar stopped the car in front of the small building and looked around the area. The place was clearly not a chain coffee house based in Seattle. The front of the building was open to the street. Chairs lined one wall with small tables set in front of them. The...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 19

The Reverend Leroy Jones sat on a heavy duty camp chair drinking a cup of Arabian coffee. The thick sweet liquid was strong, but the cup was tiny. The bottom of the cup was filled with finely ground particles of coffee bean. In all, there were about four sips of coffee in the cup. Shaking his head, he wished that he had a cup of American coffee. Sighing, he said, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this coffee.” “I have never gotten used to the weak swill that you Americans call coffee,”...

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Oscar Home for Thanksgiving

My plane left Paris an hour late. It was a nonstop, night flight to New York. We were on hold, apparently, for some late VIP's important enough to hold up an entire flight and screw up schedules. However, I wasn't particularly disturbed as I was in no real hurry. I also had plenty to do on my laptop, so the time passed fairly quickly for me. My seat was next to the window just two rows back from the front entrance. A bustle of activity heralded the presence of our late arrivals. One...

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