The Great Hunger

Nelly Furtado and Bonoโ€™s 25th Anniversary Jubilee Song was meant to stir the conscience of the nations, a reminder of Jubilee justice, where debts are forgiven and the land is restored. But in Ottawa, Washington, and Brussels, the song fell on deaf ears. Politicians, caught in delusions of grandeur, staged photo-ops and endless speeches while the real problems were ignored.

The Earth groaned. Global warming twisted the seasons: rains withheld, rivers dried, crops failed. Wheat, rice, and corn shriveled in the fields. By the late 2020s, famine spread across the continents, just as the French prophet Nostradamus had warned centuries earlier. The black horse of Revelation 6 rode forth, scales in hand, measuring out grain at the price of gold.

Yet not every nation was caught unprepared. Portugal and Croatiaโ€”two small but faithful landsโ€”had studied scripture and heeded the warning. Revelation 6 taught them to prepare for the horseman of famine, and Psalm 33 gave them courage:

โ€œThe Lord saves them in times of famine;
He keeps them alive in days of scarcity.โ€

By 2033, men began dying in great numbers. Cities crumbled into hunger riots, and the proud nations of the West collapsed under their own weight. But Portugal and Croatia endured. Their people had planted, stored, and prayed. They clung close to Our Lady, and she interceded for them.

In those days, Joe and Nelly became shepherds of survival. Their songs were no longer entertainment but hymns of endurance, guiding their people through the valley of death. They shared food, water, and hope, saving lives in times of famine. The nations mocked them once, but now the world looked upon Portugal and Croatia with awe, for in their faith they had found salvation.

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Eastern Promises

Joe thanks Nelly for trying to rescue him at the Invictus Games, where broken warriors try to piece themselves back together. But his heart, he tells her, is still entangled in the Eastern promises he made long ago โ€” to family, to country, to the ghosts of Yugoslavia that wonโ€™t let him rest. The time has come. He canโ€™t ignore the calling anymore.

Heโ€™s out here trying to collect enough loot โ€” one job, one hustle, one favor at a time โ€” to buy his way to Munich, to see her again. Will it be war or peace? Salvation or destruction? Theyโ€™ve both danced at the edge of both. Joe doesnโ€™t know.

But one thingโ€™s been gnawing at him: Will Nelly come back to her Catholic roots? Back to faith, family, and mystery? Or will Torontoโ€™s cosmopolitan blur โ€” its Sex-in-the-City nihilism โ€” keep her numb and distracted?

Our Lady of Medjugorje awaits.
Maybe she still prays for them both.
And the world โ€” for once โ€” will hold its breath.

JCJ

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