Day Three Hundred Eighty Two evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

During a stop for rest, Mawuli chased his sister with a dead snake. Their mother was engaged otherwise, so I saw to his discipline.

Mary judged him suitably contrite before we again took up our march.

Sometime after that stop I realized we were passing through fields that formerly must have been highly cultivated. Now a wasteland, picked clean, I can tell, by the passage of those pests – the locusts.

Day Three Hundred Eighty evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

Mary had enough to pay for passage on a riverboat down to a riverfront town which is a hub for roads in the area.

Many refugees have preceded us, but we are told they are keeping to roads that run further inland. They are avoiding the one that we must take to our intended destination.

No one knows why.

Day Three Hundred Seventy Nine evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

We have been through a dozen villages. All deserted. The one ahead shows signs of habitation, but its gate is closed. Probably too many refugees have trekked this way.

We shall skirt around it and camp down by the river on the far side.

Mary hopes to catch a riverboat there.

Day Three Hundred Seventy Eight evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

We are on our way.

Much earlier than planned, as we no longer believe that Elijah will be returning to the country home with the Purser.

The children are helpful, eager in fact, to shoulder their small portion of our belongings.

Mary looks back at the burning sky behind us and worries. I assure her in the strongest terms that her husband and Elijah are safe and most likely at sea. I can feel it in my bones.

Day Three Hundred Seventy Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

In the end, knowing the ultimate goal of the followers of Hamashiach will be the port that is next on our ship’s schedule, has made it easy to decide what to do.

Elijah is returning to the city and the ship to bring news to the Purser about his family. I will remain here with Mary and the children for four days. If the Purser can join us before that time, that would be excellent. Otherwise we will begin a trek overland to the next port and plan to meet everyone there.

Elijah and I passed a few moments together, each committing the other to the love and care of our Master.

We bid God speed and confirmation crowned us.

Day Three Hundred Seventy Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We are in a quandary.

We want Mary and her children to return with us to the ship. But she dares not go back.

And the more she shares with us her reasoning, the more we are swayed to her thinking. All the followers of Hamashiach left the city after a prophetic warning from one of its leaders.

Having missed the Glorious Appearance through unbelief, they are all skittish about departing the path prescribed for them. She has only lingered in this area in hopes of her husband’s return before the deadline.

Elijah and I agree that we will soon have to return to the city and the ship. Our path continues from there.

What will we tell the Purser?