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Righteousness Is the reward That stays The sword We have none Of our own But yearn for what You have sworn To make our joy complete Under heaven.
Not Dead But Living
Not dead but living is our God
Risen and worthy of all praise
Reigning above in Truth and Love
To us He sends His gentle Dove
The better to show us His Peace and Love.
And for that we will gladly sing
“He has gone on before
To make of us a joy
And where we’ll live
Day One Thousand One Hundred Twenty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
All quiet today on the plain. No sign of conflict by sight or sound. By the end of the day it had been so quiet we had relaxed our vigil, especially when we sighted what we took to be the halfway point of our journey – the well to which Sy had led us – the one whose water was too low to access.
To our relief its water table had risen and we easily refilled our water skins.
Elijah volunteered for the first watch but I had no sooner turned in when he raised the alarm.
Alarm turned to joy when we recognized our intruder was our friend Reuben whom we first knew as a guard in the prison near Jerusalem.
Faith That Fragile Herb
For You we wait
What pleases You
Faith, that fragile herb
Springs forth at Your Word
Bowing its head down
Straining to hear the sound
Of Your glory under Heaven
The rock of truth
And midst the clods
Blooms and sings
Your praises under Heaven
Though as neat
As a mustard seed
By it You meet
Our mountain of need
And make our joy
Were we to see
Our eyes here
That are endless.
Day One Thousand Twenty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
The joy at our successful return was dampened by the news that not everyone from the Purser’s contingent had made it.
They are not just missing as if they took a wrong turn somewhere and got lost. Or held up by some barrier like we had been. Witnesses from a group led by Mawuli actually saw a missile strike obliterate them in their tracks.
Mei and Meesa who have been reaching out to those traumatized by the tragedy, enlisted Elijah’s aid today to bring them the peace of the Spirit.
Reuben is hard at work evaluating our security in the light of this incident.
I am helping but concentrating on what it means to our ability to bring others in.
In the days of lonely sorrow
Down dark stretches of tomorrow
Set your mind on things above
Hemmed in by troubles large and small
Pressed and squeezed past any recall
Look to Heaven’s sweet release
Hung in tangled webs of madness
Look up from dead-ends of sadness
Choose instead His praise employ
Day Nine Hundred Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Meesa has reunited us with our friends – Mei, Tomas, the Captain and Raj P. Much to our joy and theirs. The trail she came across when north of Damascus led her at the last to their refuge here in the desert.
The group is almost four times bigger than everyone now in the hiding place. This simple fact has caused us to settle in to talk about how we can get them all into safety.
Of course it took awhile to get around to the topic at hand for we had so much else to discuss to satisfy each other’s curiosity.
Finally Elijah called us all to order. And while we discussed our options, Quasimo kept watch with the drone.
Day Seven Hundred Seventeen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
The five of us talked through the night. Our joy grew as the Spirit’s loving superintendence of our lives was revealed in the recounting of our journeys to this point in time.
G has brought his charges safely through beehives of global authority soldiers all intent on their capture. In fact, their presence in this remote place is the most recent example of their hairbreadth escapes.
G was greatly encouraged by our accounts – the only exception being the mystery surrounding the fate of his twin brother P, who, last we knew, was in the hands of the authorities at the gateway to the east.
Each of us, however holds out hope, knowing that what has sustained us also sustains him.