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    Tribulation
    Tribulation
    Tribulation
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    Tribulation

    By Violet Burlison

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    Have you heard about the coming rapture and tribulation period? Do you believe it will happen? Muriel and David had heard about it but didnt take it seriously. Now theyre having to live through it. What do you think it will be like? Follow their adventures, and youll get an idea of what they are going through. This story is fiction, for now.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateAug 19, 2013
    ISBN9781491808795
    Tribulation
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    Violet Burlison

    Having been blessed with Christian parents, I was taught at an early age about the coming rapture and tribulation period. As an adult I listened to the great Bible scholars, such as the late Grant Jeffrey, John Hagee, David Hocking, G. E. Jones, Charles Haff, and Jack Van Impe. After a near-death experience, I wrote True Eyes. The last chapter was about the coming tribulation period. I felt that I should go deeper about what it will be like when it actually happens, and that was the inspiration for Tribulation.

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      Tribulation - Violet Burlison

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      References

      I would like to dedicate this book to Harvey and Jessica and to the memory of my brothers and sisters:

      Patricia, Dianne, Jimmy, Mary, Charles, Calvin, Micky and Marguarite Roush, and my dear parents Harvey and Virble Roush. Thanks for all the love.

      To my brothers and sisters still here with me: Peggy, Brenda, Linda, Robby and Richard. I treasure you all.

      Chapter 1

      I pulled on my rain gear before going out to move the twelfth trailer that had been loaded tonight. The crew was sure loading them fast. I put on my thermal-lined gloves, even though I knew my fingers would be numb before I got finished. I picked up the seal for the trailer door and started for the door.

      I’ll be back in a few minutes, Jesse, I said to the security guard as I walked out into the cold rain.

      I hated to be cold, but I always loved the rain. Since most people don’t like to get out in it, I knew I would have some precious alone time.

      I climbed into the cab of the yard truck and started the engine. I gave it a couple of minutes to warm up while I turned on the local country radio station. Narvel Felts was singing, When your good love was mine, in his beautiful, rich falsetto voice.

      I put the yard dog in gear, pulled in front of the trailer at dock 5, and backed up till I heard the plate lock into place. I got out and hooked up the air lines, and then I moved the trailer stabilizer and wheel chocks out from under the trailer before climbing back into the warm cab.

      I mashed the button that raised the trailer up and pulled forward enough that the back doors would clear. Again I stepped out into the cold and walked to the back of the trailer. I shut the doors, making sure that there was no gap at the top before sliding the handle firmly in place. I locked the seal in place and then quickly got back into the warm cab.

      It was raining harder as I disengaged the air brake and slowly started toward the trailer lot. I had done this a thousand times. My movements were automatic.

      Bill, the man who had trained me, had been so patient. He was a good teacher. It was hard to remember when moving trailers seemed intimidating.

      I watched the fat raindrops fall like diamonds silhouetted against the security lights. I knew I’d sleep like a baby when I got home in the morning. My shift would end at seven in the morning. I dropped the trailer in the trailer lot, unhooked the air lines, and headed back.

      When I got back to the guard shack, Jesse had a cup of hot coffee waiting for me. He waited till I got out of my wet rain gear before he handed it to me. It was a pure pleasure to get to work with someone so thoughtful. He always got it extra creamy just how I liked it. He was older than my father had been when he passed away, and Jesse gave me a lot of comfort and advice.

      We talked for a few minutes while I sipped my coffee. Sandy and Glenn, my shipping coworkers, came in and poured themselves some coffee, and we all enjoyed a short break before the next crew came in to relieve us.

      Sandy, Glenn, and Jesse were Christians, and even though I was not, I didn’t mind when they talked religion, since my mom was a Christian also. I was raised hearing about all the doom and gloom that was supposed to happen someday. Mom was always preaching to me.

      Sandy was telling Glenn and Jesse about some events that were going on in the Middle East. I think this may be what brings on the Gog and Magog war, she said.

      Glenn seemed all excited when he said, You know, God said that the generation that saw Israel become a nation would be the generation that sees Jesus’s return.

      Jesse chimed in, Israel became a nation again in 1948. I’m not sure what His definition of a generation is, but it can’t be long now.

      I sat and listened with an unexplained contentment—it was like being in my mother’s kitchen. I never felt like they were judging me, even though I could never contribute to their conversations.

      The three warehouse workers on the next shift came in to relieve us. We walked up front to the locker rooms to change. I was always so glad to get out of my damp uniform. Sandy and I went into the ladies’ locker room. She asked, Do you have any plans for today?

      Just the usual Friday routine. I’m gonna take Mom to get her groceries and medicine and then go home and sleep till David comes over at seven. What about you?

      Sandy’s face lit up as she replied, I’m gonna work on spoiling my grandkids some more.

      I smiled just knowing how crazy she was about those kids. They were her life, and she always had a ball when they stayed over at her house. I gave her a big hug and said, Just be careful driving home. I’ll see you Sunday night. Give ’em a hug for me!

      I walked out to my old ’73 Ford truck and started it up. It was still misting rain, and I sat there waiting for the truck to warm up. I just loved my old truck. It was like it mirrored my personality. It was tired but always dependable.

      I waved at Connie, Greg, Albert and John, the packaging workers, as they walked by my truck looking tired from the hard night’s work they had just finished. After so many years together we were like an extended family.

      I pulled out of the parking lot and headed south for the ten-mile drive to Lunsford to my mom’s house. The warmth in the truck was making me sleepy, so I turned on my radio. Bobby Borchers was singing, Cheap Perfume and Candlelight, on the oldies station, KWHF, which I love listening to.

      Even though I was tired, I enjoyed going to Mom’s house. I’d been living on my own for years, but there’s no place like Mom’s. She was ready to go when I got there. I felt a twinge of guilt knowing that she was lonesome a lot. All of us kids were on our own now and busy with lives of our own. She looked forward to our weekly grocery run.

      I helped her climb up into the truck, and we started for Trumann. I turned the radio to a gospel station I knew she liked and lowered the volume so we could talk. She told me how her friends were doing, which of my brothers and sisters had come by this week, and how much she still missed my dad.

      We went to the pharmacy first to get her month’s supply of insulin. She hated to see me pay for it, but I knew how hard it was for her to stretch her small check each month. I was so proud of her for how well she did.

      Next, we went to the grocery store, where it was always fun to get free trial sizes from the coupons we always cut out of the newspapers. I hadn’t seen her pay full price for detergent in years! We rounded the trip off with a stop at her favorite restaurant for some chicken to take home.

      It was always bittersweet for me to go to Trumann. Half of my childhood had been spent there. I can remember the tinsel candy canes that hung from the

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