The darkness has returned again. It’s like the land wanted to roll over and go back to sleep.
Even the farmers were late getting on the road. But only a few traveled towards the army camp.
It got darker. Like a storm ready to break over our heads. You could smell it in the air.
Elijah took me with him into the city. Our friends remained behind – unhappy, but obedient.
Upon our arrival in the central square a mass meeting was underway. Rain was spitting.
I saw his image on the building wall as he announced to the world that he was sealing up the heavens.
The rain stopped. The sky cleared. And the Spirit whisked us away.