The Call
"Strange winds are blowing in the world, Olam." Grandfather's faded brown eyes sought his. "It won't be long before God sends His judgment fire."
Olam searched the familiar face next to him. He saw pure sincerity. And a strange peace. A knowing.
The only sounds were the creaking of Grandfather's chair on the wooden floor of the porch, and the rustling of some critter beneath it. No wind to speak of. The leaves of the orange trees glistened under an already warm sun.
Grandfather smiled gently. "You can't always see or hear these winds in the physical world, Olam. But the direction of the wind has changed. You need only listen to the news for a few moments."
Olam nodded. "You are right, Grandfather. The world is becoming a strange place. Even for young people."
Grandfather held Olam's gaze. "And I have been a stranger just passing through it for many years. Perhaps, Olam, it is time to put your trust in Jesus: before it becomes too late."
The gentle silence deepened even as a sudden squall scurried through the orange grove: and in the quiet, Olam heard the sweet, yet urgent call of his Saviour.
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Story copyright: Alison Lawrence
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With love and prayers
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