Hey Chief (8)

   
   "Hey Chief (8)"
   
   Paul was reflecting upon his childhood; moreover, how he willfully wended his way to a somewhat accomplished adulthood as a dandy barber, and though dandy he was--he knew how to put on Solomon's sincerely sophisticated countenance concerning strength. 
   Paul was afflicted as a child.  Tortured would be a better word.  Numerous clinical psychologists, and an older sister that attempted to play the part of his absent biological father by God-smacking him into a piece of metaphorical steel.  He resisted her discipline, and now knew he was woefully wrong.  Strength births strength.  A bully can sometimes be divine, forging a flashing sword within a well-lit soul, if that person sells their soul to Christ; however, some bullies are garbage. 
   Paul ultimately took his sister's advice, knowing she was only attempting to craft him strong; next, got his barber's license and sought out Christ--God's ultimate champion for humanity, remembering His Mother's words:  "Do as My Son says."
   Christ had no doubt, and if actually tempted--it was a wimpish and weak temptation, as He told one of the Twelve:  "That was the prince of this world, but he has no power over Me."  Like Jango Fett's clones, Christ did His job, perfectly.
   That's why Paul was steeled now; plus, why he would not engage Max in immediate intercourse, testing every spirit as commanded.  And yes, some shrinks do know the difference between mental illness and diabolical intrusion, as Paul had found a Native American psychiatrist, a former Chief mind you, that took him to Catholic Mass one day; next, let the budding barber build his foundation on the ROCK, getting baptized by water; then, his first Holy Communion, eating the true flesh of Christ.
   It wasn't that the invention of therapy was nefarious, yet it explained the supernatural through the weakness of science, which constantly changes, while God does not.  The bad hombres don't want people to know their leader exists, a great trick, or they're unaware themselves, pursuing a life of lascivious lusts and cruelty--they won't believe and give verbal or spiritual glory to the champion of God--the Christ.
   Anyway, Paul had made up with his sister, and while she lived outside of the Arkansas perimeter, he still pen wrote her letters of appreciation, but didn't kiss too much sibling ass, having that edge, knowing not even angels deserve as much praise as the Trinity, though part of it themselves, from a certain perspective concerning the Holy Spirit Itself.
   So, as Paul had tested Max's spirit--he knew she was a lady he could trust; hence, he would take an innocent shower with her, be polite and adore her; next, if futurity had scripted it--ask for her loving hand in the super-mundane act of matrimony.