Firefly Glen ceremonial

there were others.

his heart hammered heavy, breast alight and full of the dazzling lights that surrounded them.

only they were not here. they were elsewhere, but to know that bartholomew (and his home, of course) were not the only ones. well, he counted it a win all the same. perhaps word had spread far from home. perhaps word had been delivered to his own home from this man’s own.

who was to say?

prayers answered, a joyous occasion. some genuine kindness swelled into his voice and eyes. a short lived display of emotion.

tell me, were you sent as a missionary to spread His word as well?

the boy had said he was sent here but not by who.

perhaps — he tingled with the thought — God had spoken to him directly.