Day One Hundred Twenty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It’s been a long day. The flickering candle flame mimics the efforts of my mind to direct  my fingers as I write. A spurt of inspiration and the words flow, then a lull as I grope for the means to communicate the vision.

It came about in this manner. Lyle called for an assembly of east end leaders – well before the commute to the fields. He laid before them what we have learned through Kip and what our ongoing response should be. They unanimously assented to our decision to stay and wait upon the Spirit.

The vision came. The whole assembly leaped to their feet. And kept going, rising above our heads and accelerating away.

Only Lyle and I remained.