It was easier once they started the kidnappings. Once people started disappearing after church, randomly, across the country (God does love the USA), the checks started pouring in. Prayers. Money orders. Tax deductible donations.

They would all be released tomorrow, of course. His Kingdom was prepared. Passports. Accounts. Born again. No trouble at security, but then, none expected. Only the 20th, after all. Tomorrow the emails will go out, with the location of loved ones, all safe and secure. No one damaged, no one starved. A religious experience was had by all. They probably won’t even suffer a crisis of faith, the lambs. It’s not like ayone was forced to drink the Kool-Aid. And these earthly tribulations, meaningless next to eternity. The clouds are so pretty up here. A child’s drawing of heaven, sunlight streaming in perfect columns. The feeling of rising is exhilirating. Of disappearing. Without a trace. Drifting now, Bolero coming through the headphones, the triumphant sound of trumpets…