Continuation of Men for Madagascar
The email read:
“Better not go to Madagascar or things will get ugly! Your family members may come to harm. Don’t go! Be for warned! So much is at stake here!”
~B. J. K.
B. J. K. do I know those initials? Mitchell wondered.
“What do we do, Mitch?” Josiah’s voice was urgent.
“I’m not sure. Better let Dad know!” was the reply. Josiah unbuckled his seat belt and turned around in his seat and looked over the top.
“Hi Josiah, is something wrong?” James asked his son.
“Yeah, Mitchell just got a scary email about this trip. Will you check your email? Mitchell forwarded the email to you so you can see it for yourself,” Josiah whispered.
James reached down and pulled out his laptop. This trip has been full of excitement since I first read about it! What next?! James thought as he waited for his emails to load. Scrolling through his emails, James was surprised to see he had been sent the same email, not from Mitchell. Alec and Ben read through the email as well and were a little startled.
“Dad should we not go?” fifteen year old Alec asked quietly.
James just frowned as he read through the email again.
“Do you think it is safe even if we do go?” thirteen year old Ben asked with wide eyes. He could just imagine what could happen! After thinking and a quick prayer, James emailed Mitchell.
I think God wouldn’t have provided the means to go on this trip if He didn’t want us to go. Maybe God will use this in a mighty way. Let’s just keep our eyes and ears open to anything. The guy could be on this very flight, so ask Phil and Josiah to keep watch. When we land be very careful and stick together. Love, Dad.
James closed his laptop. As a Dad he couldn’t help being a little worried. I just need to trust God and He will see us safely through.
After reading his Dad’s email, Mitchell sighed. He tried not to admit it, but he couldn’t help fearing. He had always had an issue with it. Maybe it was because he was the oldest and felt it his duty to watch out for his brothers, and his sisters back home. Mitchell tried to swallow the lump in his throat. Maybe I’m just not man enough. He shook his head as if trying to erase that thought. What about the situation at hand? How would B.J.K even know us and that we are going to Madagascar? Mitchell pondered for a moment. That’s it! Our family’s blog!
The Penning family had started a blog talking about the mission trip and was hoping to keep it updated while in Madagascar.
But where had the person gotten our email addresses?
About seven hours later they arrived in Florida. Quickly disembarking and gathering their luggage they walked outside to the pick-up area.
“Now boys look for a green sign that says For the Nations on it. That is the name of the campus for training,” James instructed his sons all the while cautiously looking at the different men around him, when he was accidentally bumped by a man rather quickly making his way to another vehicle. James turned around to see who bumped him. There was nobody there. Hmm. That was strange.
“There it is, right on that large beige Chevy van over there,” Ben shouted over the rather loud noise of the airport and pointed to the vehicle. A middle aged man with a rather large build spotted them and hurried toward them. Mitchell noted his muscular arms and calves and his large smile.
“Hi guys. My name is David Kent. I’m assuming that you are the Penning family?”
“Yes we are. My name is James and these are my sons: Mitchell, nineteen, Phil, seventeen, Josiah, sixteen, Alec, fifteen, and Ben who is thirteen.”
“Glad to meet all of you! Now if you follow me to the van we’ll load up,” Mr. Kent led the way to the van. When their luggage was packed in the van, they all climbed in and Mr. Kent began to carefully drive out of the airport. Mitchell sat next to Alec and Josiah.
Alec leaned over closer to Mitchell.
“Did you notice how easily Mr. Kent packed our luggage away? And I thought I was strong!”
Mitchell and Josiah smiled.
“Yeah, he seems to be a pretty cool guy! I wonder if it’s from all his training at For the Nations.”
“But doesn’t make you wonder what work or training we are going to have to do?” Josiah asked, with a slight frown on his face.
“Well,” Mitchell eyed his younger brother with a mocking glance. Josiah wasn’t exactly lazy, but he could be called something like that. “I heard it’s a lot like military boot camp, where the leaders drill you for hours on end in various training courses!”
Josiah groaned. Alec and Mitchell laughed. The scenery quickly changed from the beach to the more jungle looking and greener parts of Florida.
A few hours later they arrived at the very large For the Nations Training Center. Mr. Kent pulled the van up to the main building and everyone eagerly jumped out.
“Now if you go through those large big doors and to the right, that’s where you check in to your rooms. They’ll also fill you in on the details of daily living for now,” Mr. Kent instructed.
“Thank you, David for driving us! I guess we’ll see you around later!” James shook hands with Mr. Kent. All the boys also gave hearty thanks.
“Oh you bet! See later!” he called as he drove away.
They entered through the large main doors. Straight in front of them was the conference room. The room looked more like a convention ball room, with several rows of chairs. To the left was some study rooms and further down that hall was a door leading to all the other buildings. And to the right was a hotel lobby desk with a kind looking man and his wife. James walked up to them.
“Hi! My name James Penning and these are my sons. David Kent directed us here to get the numbers of assigned rooms and an information packet,” James introduced himself.
“Hello all! My name is Stephen Paton and this is my wife Susanna!” Stephen looked upon the group, while Susanna looked up their room numbers.
“Hi!” Susanna motherly smile was comforting to all the boys, making them miss their own mother. “Here is your information packet, map of the campus and your room numbers are 235 and 236. I believe that’s it! If you have any questions or needs don’t hesitate to push the front desk button on the phones provided in the rooms.”
“Thank you very much!” James smiled and led the way to the elevator. They piled in and James pushed the number 2 and up they went.
Ben glanced over his brothers. “Boy! I can’t wait to go to bed!”
They all laughed!
Mitchell rolled over. He moaned. Blinking his eyes, he frowned at the clock. 12:50 in the morning. What could have possibly woken me up? He tried to peer around the dark room that Josiah and he were sharing. When his eyes reached the curtains that hung over the large glass doors that led to the balcony, he gasped, for that was all he could do. A large shadow like a man was behind the curtain and the glass doors. It moved to what appeared to be the shadow of a rope. Grabbing the rope, the person was then gone in a flash.
To be continued!