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We dreamed of cabins, cookies, coffee, and Christmas trees…

We longed for crackling fires below the hearth in which to kneel before to warm our hands. We could almost hear the sound of Ode to Joy being played on the violin by a beautiful young lady so dearly loved by one of us.

They longed for this…

Christmas is the celebration of the birth of our Lord. We did not know in fact what time of year He was born, but we celebrated it during December; a December that will be emblazoned on our hearts and souls for eternity. We did not know He’d come to our rescue in December but He came. Yes, He came and we changed…

While we walked we prayed and we dreamed. America had been critically wounded and those in power who could have held up a shield of protection chose not to. No, they let it come to be fulfillment of evil, lustful desires. But, it was no surprise as this would further accelerate the fulfillment of written Revelation. Yes, it came and many – too many – were forced to change.

We walked because we were led to. We walked with a man who wore an orange hat; a man was led to lead. He was nobody special but he was convicted and you could say he was directed. This convicted man had already walked a long, long way before we took up our packs and joined him. What stamina this convicted man possessed!

The radio was unpredictable, as those who refused to stand in the gap and protect now had control of it. Still, one of us carried with him a battery powered radio and we heard Stille Nacht by Mannheim Steamroller. It touched the convicted man in a manner like we had not seen in our individual lives and we were likewise affected. We had never known someone so profoundly affected by music. You could say that we were changed…

Indeed, we were cold as our feet crunched through the snow down the westward path. It was a relief to be out of the tunnel and we learned never to veer from the path again. There were other paths that led into the brush, but they were traps that would leave us vulnerable to the creatures that followed a master who resembled all at once a man, a bat, and a Doberman Pinscher. It was protection from that beast that required the blood to be shed and then accepted by those who would believe the Word.

We were freezing and tired. We were hungry and one of us was bleeding to death. But then, He who held the keys to life and death came to the rescue with a glorious trumpeting sound. Yes, we were lifted up and out of what could be construed as war. We rose and we were changed forever.

It was a chilly December and we were tired. We dreamed of cabins, cookies, coffee, and Christmas trees. We only wanted to be home, safe and warm. Our prayers were answered and our dreams came true…

…and it was more magnificent than we could ever imagine.

Read The Wayfarers trilogy – start with part 1.

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