Day Seven Hundred Eighty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah has been kept on his feet all day, as he and Mei (and I) have been lead from village to village. He was thronged in each place.

Story after story emerged about how these people have been lead to this place by dreams and visions, at the center of which has been the likeness of our friend Elijah.

And in place after place he worked mightily to redirect their focus onto the One who sent the Spirit.

There was much rejoicing in our wake.

We returned to our host village at day’s end, tired, but elated. Tomas and the Captain had traveled all the way to the city only to be refused entry.

We made plans for the morrow.

Day One Hundred Fifty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle has put his request in with Moglen. Moglen declared he would do all he could to bring about the meeting desired, but stopped short of any promises.

On his way back, Lyle, like me, also had a prompting to go to the first district. But unlike in my case, he found the gate open.

A shiver went through me, even before he told me that a golden statue now stands on the pedestal in its great square.  It is a statue of a man, bearing the likeness of Stan.

I had to go see this for myself. I arrived to find the gate still open and many people milling around the square.

But a white canvas covered the statue.