Fear was brought together this day.
Fractured, scared, bewhildered people
collected themselves because they’d just been told to and
not
because they possessed any kind of understanding.
The Twelve and their friends,
all disciples of the Risen Christ, went to the Holy City to
wait,
wait,
wait,
wait,
and wait somemore.
And they did this all because some angel spoke to them
as they watched their Saviour float away into the clouds.
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