Day One Hundred Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Per Lyle, yesterday’s inquisitors made it plain that the eldest member of any group had to make the petition for admittance.

Thus I found myself designated to appear on our behalf at this new gatehouse this morning.

I was calm before the gatekeepers, and answered all the questions they posed. Their demeanors were courteous and efficient, but enigmatic. And they asked the oddest questions. Nothing about occupation, what we could do for them, and nothing about where we come from.

I view it now as their attempt to classify us as to our beliefs.

I thought that all who are headed here, are here because they do believe, and have been called.

Whatever I said we are now in.

Day One Hundred Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle was first up to the gatehouse this morning. He was a good long while talking there, so our hopes were lifted with each passing minute. But at the last our expectations were dashed.

Lyle trudged back down the hill to rejoin us. He spoke to the widow first, telling her that all is not lost, and then gathered us all together and led us away from that spot.

He explained that we have to apply at another gate. And before we could protest, he added that we are promised that we will be all admitted.

He grinned at me and insisted it’s still not the way things should be.

After a long hike we arrived at another staging area.