Day Seven Hundred Thirteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our track southward took us well away from a view of the pass, so we surmised as we set out again this morning that the bulk of the army must have passed by the point at which we left it.

It is hard letting go of past responsibilities and moving on to the next. Especially when that next one is not clear. But as Elijah is fond of expressing we are alive to the ultimate end, and even though such knowledge is valuable for weighing various opportunities as they present themselves, the Word of the Spirit is the final arbiter.

Struck by this the Captain read to me from the history of a man called Paul, a friend of Yeshua.

Day One Hundred Thirty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The silence is deafening from the west end.

Here in the east end, things are buzzing along, as the people are very industrious. And spirits are high despite the uncertainty. Lyle has been diligent to prepare them for any eventuality, and even now is weighing a suggestion to have all the people move out to the fields and camp there for the duration of the harvest.

I am all for it, especially as it may give rise to more opportunities for our mysterious west ender to meet with us.

Lyle, however, hesitates to approve. His one concern is not knowing what may be the unwanted repercussions to our friends in the west end, Kip and Moglen.

Time to decide soon.