The Mysterious Painting Comes To Life

The Mysterious Painting Comes To Life

     Once upon a time, many years ago up in a huge metropolis called Danville, Va., there lived a young man named vanstop.  That odd name came from his mom because her great, great, great grandfather happened to be the awesome painter Victor Van Go, but he hadn’t passed his name on to any future generations.  The reason for that was because, as everybody knows, he had cut off his ear and gave it to his girlfriend, which she was bound to be tickled pink about, (not).  He would have been better off giving it to Julious Caesar because his famous quote, as everybody knows is, “Friends, Romans, country- men, lend me your ears.”  It’s just too bad none of those people he said those words to lived in the mountains.  If so, they would have literally been called, “mountain-ears.”  No doubt, they would have been required to attend college at Appalachian State University in Boone, North Carolina because that’s the name of their team.  By the way, their mascot is an old mountain man with a gigantic-sized head who carries a big shotgun and shoots it off each time they make a score at all their football games.  All the students call him Yoseff.  That’s because when any of them left each other’s company, they would always say, “Take care of, ‘Yo-seff.”  That was the code of everybody from Boone.

     Anyway, that was where Van-Stop lived.  One of the things he really enjoyed painting was various scenes of nature, like those beautiful mountains which were all around him.  Several people had encouraged him to try and capture the loveliness of those gorgeous things which appeared to roll on, as far up as the eye could see.  That was such a beautiful sight to behold, Van-Stop just couldn’t resist the overcoming desire to try and capture that lovely vision, which certainly had to be a special gift from the Lord, since nothing that gorgeous could have been anything other than that.  He sat down on a right comfortable rock, at least it was as comfortable at that time as any rock could possibly been, and with his multi- colors that were in his painting material, he decided to use as many of them as possible to make those pictures he painted stand out above all the others, which is exactly what all of his work did.  People were so amazed and awe-struck that any human could capture such beauty on canvas when so many others had tried and failed before.

     Since Van-Stop was also a devout Christian, he gave all the credit for his success to the One Who’d blessed him with the ability to draw such an awesome sight.

     By the time he finished his masterpiece, it was getting to be really late at night, so Van-Stop thought it would be the smartest thing to do what his name said, “stop,” so he began praying to the One Who had given him the awe- some ability to paint such pretty things.  Then he hit the sack, with his spirits flying much higher than his mountains

     Yet when his thoughts brought him some really good dreams in which he received many prizes and even was voted the greatest painter of all-time.  His thoughts kept centering around his awesome teamwork with God since He had done such a marvelous thing by giving him the ability to draw and paint such a vision of loveliness.  Still during that time he was having such a cool dream, a team of ferries came flying under the doorway.  Another one even squeezed its way through the tiny key-hole on his front door.  When they saw Van-Stop was asleep, they knew he deserved to be immensely rewarded for his faith in God since he gave Him all the credit for helping him do such awesome work on canvas.  They flew hovered over the blank canvas that was on the floor.  Then, after some hard thoughts, followed by right much giggling, they drew and painted another pretty portrait of a prettier farm with lots animals and several crops displayed beneath a gorgeous sunset overhead.  It took them about 5 seconds to complete their work.  They even signed it with his own signature.  That was sure to make that dude be ecstatic, when he woke up and saw the outstanding handiwork which had been signed with his own signature on it, he quickly took the painting to some guy whose job it was to pay artists whatever they thought it was worth.  Well, those dudes were so shocked and overcome with emotion upon seeing those pretty paintings, they payed him $4,000.00 for all of his paintings, which was more than any painter had ever been paid for their work in the history of fine art.  His hopes were flying high.  With that money he could afford to buy his daddy a brand-new Mercedes Benz, a gigantic mink stole for his mom and gave his children some stocks and bonds to invest their money in to make even more of it.  Van-Stop ranked up there among the happiest creatures to ever walk on Earth.

     Yet while he was rejoicing about his new fortune, he’d already written out his tithe and a teenth on his check to give God more than what He required of him, a horrible demon snuck into his house and then crawled into his left ear.  It caused him to worship his money more than the One Who was responsible for giving it to him.  Then he spent a lot of it on some illegal drugs that he thought would make him feel even greater than he was already feeling at the time.  Next, he went to a strip-club and paid the prettiest girls to do immoral things with him.  It even caused him to love money more than the Lord.  Eventually he moved to Detroit which was a city known for its crime and prostitution with many women.  After that, he bought a huge car with a cannon on all 4 sides like James Bond’s car might have.  That demon who had gotten inside of him was having a royal-sized hay-day with him.  Soon it even reached the point where he stopped going to Church since he wanted to spend that time down at the bars and honky tonks which he had built for himself to enjoy.  Meanwhile, the drinks, crack, cocaine and hallucinogens such as L. S. D. had turned him into a monster nobody even recognized.  He began doing all wrong things such as flattening poor people’s tires while they slept, painting devils and swastikas on all the Pastors, Priests, Bishops and any- body else who loved God and many other sinful things that Christians are violently against.  As if doing that wasn’ bad enough, he even resorted to destroying all the Penticostol Churches which were near where he happened to be. Plus he blew up The Police Department so crime would run havoc throughout the entire city, and the worst part about it was he was attempting to do away with all Christian Churches, Synagogues, Perrishes, Nunneries and any other way to worship the Lord.  The worst part was nothing could be done to stop it. 

     Suddenly the sky lit up as if it was the 4th Of July. Then all the people who had been turned to worship Satan were instantly struck down to the ground and the rest had to cover their eyes to keep from going blind.  Then came the sound of a bomb exploding, except it was from many miles away, no matter where people were standing.  After that came the beautiful, “sound of silence.”  It meant the fighting was over.  A horrifying sound of somebody being cast into a lake of fire went over the planet, but only Bible readers knew that sound . Satin lost. By, Cuz Roye.