The Spiritual Sword – Working Title

The home for the book series by Peter Way

This is a sample of what I’ve written so far… as I’m still working on it, it is subject to change.

Prologue One

“Let My people go!”  Moses said.  “Have you not suffered enough?”

Pharaoh looked at Moses and Aaron with a mix of hatred and contempt.

“Thus says the Lord,” Aaron spoke.  “Let My people go, that they may serve Me.”

They waited for Pharaoh’s response.  “Go! he said eventually,  “Serve the Lord. But your flocks stay here. You may take your little ones with you but not your flocks.”

Moses replied, “Our livestock must go with us.  We need them to serve the Lord our God, for sacrifices and burnt offerings. We do not know what we must use to serve the Lord, until we arrived there.”

“Your livestock stays here! If that is not acceptable, then you can all stay too. Now, get away from me!  You are not welcome here and will not be allowed in my presence again. For if you see my face again, you shall die!”

Moses stood there. Space “You are correct. I will never see your face again after this day.” As he turned to go, the Lord spoke to him again.

“The Lord says to tell you, “I will bring one more plague on Pharaoh and Egypt. Afterward, he will let you go. When he does, he will drive you out altogether,” Michael, archangel and Captain of God’s armies, spoke. Space “Speak now so all can hear. Tell your people to ask for silver and gold from the Egyptians. Tell Pharaoh of this last plague.” Michael explained to Moses what was to happen.

Moses turned back to Pharaoh and began to repeat what the Lord told him, through Michael. As he did, Moses was filled with great sadness.

“Thus is the Lord, “About midnight, I will go into the midst of Egypt. All the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of Pharaoh who sits on his throne, to the firstborn of the servant who is behind the handmill… even the firstborn of the animals.”

“Then there shall be a great cry throughout all the land of Egypt. Such a cry has never been heard before, nor shall be like it again.”

“But none of the children of Israel will be lost, neither man nor beast. In this way you will know that the Lord does make a difference between the Egyptians and Israel.”

“All these people, these servants, shall come down to me and bow. They will say, “get out, take my gold and silver. Go and all that follow you!” After that, I will go out.”

Michael walked with Moses and Aaron as they left. He said, “The Lord tells me that Pharaoh will not listen to you. This is so that His wonders may be multiplied in the land of Egypt.”

The Lord hardened Pharaoh’s heart. Pharaoh did not listen to the warning, he did not let the children of Israel go out of his land.


Michael listen to the Spirit and turn to Moses to relay the Lord’s message. “This month shall be your beginning of months. It shall be the first month of the year to you. Speak to all the congregation of Israel, saying, “On the tenth of this month every man shall take for himself the lamb, according to the house of his father. A lamb for a household. If the household is too small, let him share it with his neighbour. According to each man’s need you shall make your count for the lamb.”

“The lamb should be without blemish, a male of the first year and it can be either a sheep or goat.”

“Keep it until the fourteenth day of the same month. Then the whole assembly of the congregation of Israel shall kill it at twilight.”

“They shall take some of the blood and put it on the two doorposts and on the lintel of the houses where they eat it. They should eat the flesh on the night, rested on fire, with unleavened bread and bitter herbs. Do not eat it raw or boiled, but rested on fire – its head with its legs and its entrails. None of it shall remain until morning, if it does you must earn of the fire.”

“Thus you shall eat it, with a belt on your waist, your sandals on your feet and your staff in your hand. So shall you eat it in haste.”

“It is the Lord’s Passover.”

“For I will pass through the land of Egypt that night and I will strike at all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, both man and beast. Against all the gods of Egypt I will execute judgement! I am the Lord!”

“The blood shall be a sign for you on the houses where you are. When I see the blood, I will pass over you and the plague shall not be on you to destroy you when I strike the land of Egypt.”

“This day shall be a memorial to you and you shall keep it as a feast to the Lord throughout your generations. You shall keep it as a feast by an everlasting ordinance.”

Moses called for all the elders of Israel and relayed what the Lord had told him through Michael.


The Israelites did as they were instructed and hid in their homes, afraid to venture out and become a victim of the Lord’s wrath.

As midnight approached, a multitude of angels departed Heaven for Egypt, eager to do the Lord’s bidding and strike at his enemies.

The multitude of angels arrived at their destination and waited for the signal.


Michael raised the horn and blew a single note.

The angels, weapons raised, silently attacked. Flying throughout the whole of Egypt, they struck down the firstborn. From the firstborn of Pharaoh, who sat on his throne, to the firstborn of the captive who is in the dungeon, and all the firstborn of the livestock. None delighted in the grim slaughter but neither did they hesitate to fulfil the Lord’s command.

Only the firstborn within the houses whose door frames and lintels were painted with the blood of lambs survived.

Pharaoh rose in the night. He, all is servants and all the Egyptians cried out in anguish, for there was not a single house where there was not one death.

It was still night when Pharaoh called for Moses and Aaron. When they arrived, they were ushered into his presence. Without preamble, Pharaoh said, “Rise, go out from among my people, both you and the children of Israel. Go and serve the Lord as you have said. Take your flocks and herds as you have said and be gone. Pharaoh sat quietly for a moment, grief etched on his face.

Moses waited, sent by Pharaoh and Egypt’s loss. He didn’t know if he should say something. He knew nothing he could say would ease the suffering in Pharaoh’s heart so he remained silent.

As Moses turned to leave he heard Pharaoh speak once more. In a very quiet voice, almost a whisper, Pharaoh said, “Bless me also.”


Monday, March 25, 2002

Port Lincoln, South Australia

3 PM

Jack stepped into the front bar of the Hotel and waited for his eyes to adjust. Tony followed closely behind, along with their guardian angels, Elisha and Isabel.

“Can you see anything?” Tony asked quietly.

“A lot actually,” replied Jack.

Upon the entrance, quite a few heads turned to check them out, not all were human.

“Welcome angels,” a demon sneered, assuming the angels were not here by choice but rather dragged here by their human’s desires. “Want a beer?”

Several snickers were heard from the gathered demons.

Jack paid no attention to them.

Tony felt uneasy and put a hand on Jack’s shoulder and started to pray, “Dear Lord, protect us from the enemy as we enter this place. I feel the presence of evil here and need reassurance. Help us to find someone or something that will aid us on this quest, in Jesus name, amen.”

This agitated the Demons and a few looked ready to do something about it. Then Itzal entered too and they stopped in their tracks.

“Let’s take a seat over there,” Jack said while indicating a free table by a window.

A few continued to watch but most went back to their business, for the humans this meant drinking and talking, for the demons it meant encouraging the humans to drink more.

Jack ordered a couple of soft drinks and tried to listen to the conversations around him. He noticed a group at the other end of the bar appeared to be partying. He asked the bartender, “What’s that about?” as he paid the drinks.

“Frankie is celebrating a windfall and the others are helping him spend it,” the bartender told him.

Jack had also noticed the demons around Frankie seemed to be celebrating too.  “Lucky him,” Jack replied as he picked up the drings and returned to the others.

Tony had watched Jack’s interaction with the barkeeper and asked, “Anything?”

“Maybe,” replied Jack.  “There’s a large group celebrating over there.  One of them came into some money.”

“Did you ask about the bikers?” Tony asked.

“Not yet.  It doesn’t feel like the right thing to talk about right now.”

“I agree Jack,” Elisha added.  “The Spirit is telling me to wait and be patient.  Something will present itself if we bide our time.”

After an hour of small talk and sipping on their drinks Jack was starting to feel differently.

“Ready for another drink?” Jack asked Tony.

“Yes please,” Tony replied.

Jack picked up the empty glasses and headed for the bar.  As he did, he noticed the ‘party’ was thinning out.  He decided to stand closer to Frankie and see what he could find out.

“Same again please,” Jack told the bartender.

As the bartender got the drinks, Jack turned to Frankie.

“Nice day,” Jack said.

“Yeah, I s’pose it is,” Frankie replied looking a little downcast.

“Something wrong?” Jack asked.

“It’s nothing,” came the reply.

“For someone who just won big, you seem sad,” Jack commented.  “Want to talk about it?”

Frankie looked at Jack and wondered how he should reply.  The truth?  Strangely, it felt right to tell this stranger.  “The truth is, I didn’t win it.  I was paid…”

Jack waited.  It sounded like there was more that Frankie wanted to tell him but he had stopped and was staring at his drink.  “Go on,” Jack encouraged.

Frankie looked up, “Sorry, what was I saying?”

Elisha was watching from the table.  When Jack stood next to Frankie, he said to Isabel, “It’s time, get him praying.”

Isabel turned to Tony.  “Pray for the truth to be heard, Tony.  You must pray!”

Elisha stood up and walked over to Jack.

Tony started to pray, “Dear Lord, may the truth be revealed here today.  Stop the lies of the evil one, may they catch in his throat.  In Jesus name, Amen.”

Isabel smiled.

A demon, sitting on Frankie’s shoulders suddenly choked mid-sentence and released his hold on Frankie’s tongue.

“Something about being paid,” Jack reminded him.

“I was paid to lie to a man,” Frankie admitted.   “Easiest money I ever made.”

“But now you feel bad about it,” Jack stated.

“Sort of,” Frankie said.  “Not sure why though.  I’ve lied before and never felt like this afterwards.”

The bartender came back with the drinks and Jack handed him the money.  As he did, he said a quick prayer, “Please Lord, give me the right words to say to help this man.  In Jesus name, Amen.”

Elisha felt the Spirit move.  “Say this Jack.  ‘But no-one got hurt before, did they?’”

“But no-one got hurt before, did they?” Jack repeated.

Frankie looked at Jack as if to say ‘how did you know?’.

“Tell me what you did,” Jack said.

Frankie looked at him suspiciously.

“Careful Jack,” Elisha said from beside him.  “I didn’t tell you to say that.  Wait for him to speak now.

“Are you a cop?” Frankie asked.

Elisha looked at Jack to see his response but Jack was playing it cool and just smiled in a disarming way.  Elisha said, “I was guessing that is what happened.  Why else would you feel bad about lieing?”

“I was guessing that is what happened.  Why else would you feel bad about lieing?” Jack repeated.

Frankie thought about that for a moment before replying, “I guess you could think that.”

“You know, confession is good for the soul.  So tell me, what was the lie?” Elisha said.

“What was the lie?” Jack asked.  When Frankie looked strangely at him again, Jack quickly added, “I ask that because they say that confession is good for the soul.”

“Really?” Frankie asked.

“That’s what I heard,” Jack answered.

“Well…,” Frankie paused and looked Jack in the eye before continuing.  “I told a man I was from a church and that I’d like him to speak there.”

Jack looked thoughtful.  “So you liked to a minister.”

Turning back to his drink, Frankie replied, “I think so.”

Jack watched him a moment.  “No wonder you feel bad.”

“Yeah,” Franke said regretfully.

“You said someone paid you to do that?”

“He said it would be funny.  Like a joke.  I thought so too, at the time, but now…”

Jack had a sip of his drink.

“Ask him who paid him,” Elisha prompted.

“Who would pay you to play a joke on a minister?” Jack asked.

“Some bikie.  Told me he’d give me ten grand if I did it,” replied Frankie.

“Ten G!  Wow!  That would have been hard to turn down.”

“Then I heard a minister had an accident and disappeared.”

“Really?  You think it was the same one?  Why would you think that?”

“Because of where it happened.”

“Where did it happen?”

“Just out of Coulta.”

“Coulta?  Where’s that?”

“On the way to Ceduna.”

“Ceduna?  Sorry, I don’t get the link,” Jack said.  “Can you explain why you think it’s the same man?”

“That’s where I said I was from.  A church in Ceduna.”

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