Escape from Freesculptors' Lodge—Dustin Thursdeau's conversion, Chap. II (Satire)
The Power of Prayer: In spite of what had happened that morning, President Dustin Thursdeau still has to attend the meeting at Freesculptors' Lodge—where he will find yet more surprises.
And now for something a bit lighter than usual…
Introduction
God holds each of us in the palm of his hand. He is closer to us than we are to ourselves. The most powerful enemies of God on this earth are powerless in the face of grace and the divine plan.
Saul was turned into St. Paul. What could become of the great men seeking the overthrow of God’s order?
“Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.” Hamlet 4.5
For the sake of keeping everything in one place, we are publishing this second part of a short fictional series, previously published elsewhere, imagining what could happen with the power of prayer.
Any resemblance to real-life figures, organisations or events is obviously completely coincidental and in your own head.
Chapter I:
Chapter III:
Chapter II – Escape from Freesculptors’ Lodge
Standing in the Freesculptors’ dressing room, President Dustin Thursdeau tied his apron around his waist, put on his sash and white gloves, and looked at himself in the mirror.
He had worn this regalia for years – but after this fateful morning, when he had awoken with an unforeseen hatred for his career of wickedness, and contrition for his crimes – he could barely recognize himself in this silly gear.
What had he done with his life?
He remembered his first initiations into Freesculptory. The blindfold, the dagger, the rope – and then the later degrees with the coffin – and then… those highest degrees…
… still looking at himself in the mirror, his skin flushed and he swallowed hard, remembering those highest degrees.
And yet, he knew that he was not the man he was. His conscience reproached him, and yet his heart was light, full of hope.
The apron, the sash, the gloves – these things revolted him.
But what was he to do now?