Indonesia, Japan, Russia and Ukraine and USA of course
I'm stuck in the middle with you, which is a song title
here in Birmingham England
so I was thinking about this story, so I'm bring it back
it's one of my favs
hello to Columbia too, they were having a read recently ( I have 4 sites)
Heaven’s
Devils ©
By
Michael Casey
Rodrigo
was a bad man, a very bad man. He had lied and cheated and killed his
way all over Central America, but he was good at his job. He was a
killer for the cartels. Obviously he was going straight to Hell, the
hottest part of Hell itself, but he neither cared nor believed. He
was BAD with a Capital B, Michael Jackson could sing and dance and
prance as much as he wanted but compared to Rodrigo, he was just DEAD
with a capital D. Jackson was not Bad, he was Sad with a silly voice
and bad dance moves, and he was DEAD. Rodrigo was the MAN and his
moves left a trail of Death all over Central America.
Rodrigo
had no friends, but he did have one cousin, Miguel was his name, and
he too was a bad man, a very bad man, who like Rodrigo lied and
cheated and killed his way all over Central America. They used to
send postcards to each other, with cartoons written on the back
showing how many and how they had killed their latest victims. The
postmen just assumed it was children scrawling things. But to the FBI
it was evidence.
Rodrigo
and Miguel were tasked to kill a priest who condemned the drugs trade
from the pulpit. So obviously they sat at the back and enjoyed the
sermon, they would slit his throat after the Mass and steal the
offerings too on the way out. Only Fr. Camillo had other ideas, he
was not stupid he knew when death was calling him, and today after
Sunday Mass was the day. But the thing about Death is that it is not
the Master, there is only one Master, and today the Holy Ghost was in
town. Now the Holy Ghost was faster and quicker than any assassin, so
Rodrigo and Miguel had better watch their backs.
Now
who or what is the Holy Ghost? Well the Holy Ghost was a retired CIA
assassin, he knew Fr. Camillo from high school, and every day Fr.
Camillo had prayed for his dark and evil soul. If the thief on the
cross could be spared and Saul could become Paul, then the Holy Ghost
could be saved too. And so he was, the Holy Ghost became plain old
Sancho, he was Fr. Camillo’s invisible bodyguard. Any time the
cartels sent a hit man to kill Fr. Camillo the hit man disappeared
off the face of the earth. In actual fact, Sancho cut their ear off
and posted it back to the cartel. As for the hit men, they just
retired to Miami, thanking God they were still alive, though slightly
hard of hearing. They grew their hair and enjoyed all their ill
-gotten gains.
Rodrigo
and Miguel were about to strike, when Sancho hit them first. They
awoke to find themselves tied up chickens ready to go in the oven.
Fr. Camillo blessed them with Holy Water, Sancho who had been
drinking relieved himself on them. They were about to swear, but
Sancho hit them with two Bibles across the face. There will be no
more swearing ever, Repent or Die, with that Fr. Camillo threw a
bucket of Holy Water over each of them. Now the Holy Spirit the real
Holy Spirit works in most strange ways, Rodrigo and Miguel had come
to kill, but now they would become savers.
They
were shackled and told to read the Bible, every day Sancho fed them
and Fr. Camillo blessed them, the Holy Spirit did his work too. That
is the real Holy Spirit and the Sancho the retired assassin. Sleep
deprived and forced to change, this was no road to Damascus, this was
Central America. How many months it took I do not know, but I do
know, light began to shine in their hearts, a tiny tiny light, but
Fr. Camillo could feel it. The Holy Spirit was at work. Sancho had to
go away with his donkey Panza for supplies, so with a wave and
reminding the prisoners that there would be a 1000 question Bible
test when he returned he disappeared like a Ghost, a Holy Ghost
maybe.
Now
an ill wind blows no good, and fools rush in where angels fear to
tread. The cartels had not received any ears lately so they
dispatched an entire squad to kill Fr. Camillo. Would they manage to
finally kill Fr. Camillo? In the jungle whistles broke through the
animal sounds. To Rodrigo and Miguel it was obvious what was about to
happen, they smiled. The old priest would get his comeuppance. But as
they read their Bibles, the gentle breeze of the Holy Spirit fell
upon them. The Padre Pio prayer card which had acted as bookmark,
fell from their Bibles, Padre Pio’s face gave them a hard stare. As
Mrs Casey would say, don’t give me any cheek or I’ll slap you in
the puss with the mop bucket. They had had enough of murder, it was
now time to save. This was their Damascus moment.
So
like any good assassins, Roderigo and Miguel broke free from their
shackles and slipped away.
The
assassination squad numbered 10, but 10 divided by 2 is 5, and 5 to 1
were easy odds as far as they were concerned. As Fr. Camillo prayed
they took action, then 10 became 9, became 8, became 7, became 6 and
then Panza the donkey came to the rescue. Panza distracted the
assassination squad while Miguel and Roderigo with the returned
Sancho finished off the 10. All of whom were tied up like chickens
ready for the oven.
Don’t
think you’ll not having your Bible test, after supper will be you
final test. They spun round it was Fr.Camillo who had finished
praying. They followed him into the jungle, there on the ground was
another 10 men, how come to assassinate him. They were the advance
party, I sorted them out myself, they were such amateurs. So they
tied those ten up and dragged them to join the others. 20 men sent to
kill just one priest. Roderigo and Miguel bowed their heads, you love
God so much and the send so many killers to get you.
Fr.Camillo
blessed them and they all had supper, afterwards Sancho gave them
their 1000 question Bible test. So what happens now? Well said Fr.
Camillo, Sancho has some friends in the CIA they could use men like
you. But we aren’t killers any more, you know I think we could
become Christians, real Christian, do you think your boss would
accept people like us. Of course he can, but listen to Sancho. So
Sancho explained the CIA or the friends of friends of the CIA needed
bodyguards, not close protection ones, but invisible bodyguards to
protect special people from a distance, and maybe sometimes to
intervene. They would become Ghosts, Holy Ghosts if you like.
Roderigo
and Miguel took all of 2 seconds to say yes. But don’t you need
more than 2 sometimes? Well yes explained Sancho, after I cut off all
those ears and previous assassins are official dead I stay in touch
with the “dead” so to speak, and they do me favours occasionally.
What about these 20, they are the worst of the worst. Well you could
help us re-educate them. So after they had cut both ears off all 20
assassins, they chained them up and Bible school began. Fr. Camillo
was left alone after that the cartels gave up on him, the Sicorro was
blowing after all.
Now
where did Roderigo and Miguel go? Well if you remember Mrs Murphy
likes to visits lots and lots of churches and some are not in nice
places. And her Jewish friend Esther has a zillionaire son who makes
satellites for CIA etc. Well a satellite is all fine and dandy but
Esther worries about her friends, her close friends. So it makes
Esther sleep easier knowing that the Holy Ghost Protection Society is
only a heartbeat away.