Old Silas
always sat in his garden.
Reading his
bible like he did every morning.
He always
had an empty chair besides him
As he opened
his heart in prayer.
"What's
with the empty chair”? he was often asked.
“Oh! That’s
for Jesus, he would reply.
He is my
best friend.
After
talking to him each morning
I feel so
cheerful to start the day.
“Today, you
seem so downcast, Mr Silas and your eyes has a glimmer of tears”. Ana the
housekeeper asked who had come to serve him some tea.
"The
Lord told me to warn my loved ones of his soon return but no one wants to
listen to me."
“Oh yes! I
know that one!, Ana laughed .
“Wars,
rumours of wars, earthquakes and not to forget the rapture!”
“Ana, don’t
laugh”!
He clearly
showed me we are in the days of
Psalms 83
that means Ezekiel 38 is not too far away.
If I don’t
cry for them, who will, they are after all my family.
Flesh of my flesh,
blood of my blood.
No one
should be left behind! No one, he spoke emphatically
Not even you!
“Pointing his finger to Ana’s forehead
He turned
and slowly walked away.
