Doxology

Know you are
Blessed
Forget not
To give thanks

Breathe in
Blessings
Breathe out
Your thanks

Breathe in
Faith
Breathe out
Praise.

RWOz2

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Day One Thousand Sixty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It was not the carnage of battle that we surveyed on the summit of that mountain, but rather the aftermath of a wanton sacrifice. An altar had been raised over the source of the stream and an untold number of bodies lay strewn about – the bodies of animals contorted in their death agonies. All under the sparkling gaze of an idol of Stan, which presided over the scene.

Mawuli toppled it with a well aimed stone from his sling, and we crushed it under foot.

Elijah had us return to our camp near the stone bridge for the night, and from there this morning we set out towards the east, following Mawuli’s lead.

Elijah held his staff aloft in praise.

Day Nine Hundred Thirty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elam squeezed the three of us into the cab beside himself, and began the long tale of the pilgrimage across sea and land of the group led by Sy and himself. A story that continued this morning by the mere dint of the wealth of detail Elam wanted to share.

And we listened with great interest, plying him with our many questions.

There was one note of sadness – Sy, the former soldier from whom Elijah removed the mark, lost his aged parents on the ocean passage.

During the times of silence I marveled at the work of the Spirit in their lives. And Jezer, to my surprise, burst forth with outright praise.

Then came our turn to share our stories.

The Really Real

Filled up with longing
For the really real
The clock tick-tocking
Down until I feel
The earth beneath me
Spinning like a wheel

Stalking belonging
A creature by half
Shunning the taunting
And the cruel laugh
Me plus I is no-
thing- so says the math

Until I enter
Into the quiet space
And take the time
To take a breath
And give it back
In songs of highest praise
No longer half, I’m whole
Again.

RWOz2

Look into my heart

(Would like to thank whomever put the basis of this graphic together. But could not locate him/her. Hope they would approve my tweaking of it).

Look into my heart
See the gladness there
My world is in your smile

We lift praise to Him
Who revealed His Heart
Joy bursts forth from There
Heaven is in His Smile.

RWOz2

Day Four Hundred Ninety Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The drought of people has come to an end. Scores of travelers, all lighting their way with torches, passed us on the road tonight, heading to the town behind us.

Elijah questioned the first group. They are under orders to proceed back to their homes and are to be in place before a scheduled census. To a man they are filled with praise for the world government and are eager to please its supreme leader.

Subsequent individuals related the same sentiments and were questioning why we were headed away from the town.

Elijah simply replied that we were under other orders.

With the new day it was difficult to find an unoccupied shelter, as many travelers had the same thought.