Full of Grace Page #2

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of the night,

the room became ablaze

with a light

that blinded your captors,

and an angel of the Lord

descended upon you.

The chains

fell from your wrist,

and the angel

escorted you out of prison

before anyone

was aware of your escape.

Yes, it happened as you say.

What is it, Zara?

It's just...

Weren't you surprised

by a miracle like that?

Are you surprised

by miracles?

Yes.

But I've only heard of them.

Maybe I wouldn't be so surprised

if I saw them with my own eyes.

I'll prepare your room.

Thank you, Zara.

When I had the strength,

I walked this path every day.

It helps me remember everything

that he has done for us.

I woke up this morning

with our conversation

on my heart.

Do you remember what it was

like in those early days,

crowds of

temple worshippers

coming out to see

what was happening?

Mm-hmm.

They did not

understand

what they were seeing

and hearing.

Do you remember

your boldness

when you

addressed them?

Mm-hmm.

I remember that day.

I remember thinking

they would rush us

and kill us

on the spot.

And yet they didn't.

They came

by the thousands

to be baptized.

I thought...

We thought they

would never stop.

Hmm.

People brought their sick

into the streets,

laid them on beds and mats

just so that your shadow

might fall upon them

as you passed by.

They used to live with

the truth in their hearts.

Now they live with...

they try to live with

the truth in their heads.

They try to make sense

of things

they were never meant

to understand.

They're growing weary

of miracles.

They'd rather pick apart

the living word

until their minds

are exhausted.

They demand something new,

even greater signs that

we really do hold the truth.

The frailties

of our humanity,

to never be satisfied,

to always be seeking,

perhaps that is

what God used

as our greatest

strength...

holes in our hearts

so big,

only he can fill them.

The men I speak of know

what our Lord has to offer,

and yet they choose

to be swayed

every way the wind blows.

What would you

say to them?

I would say that

they know the truth,

but they do not

know him.

Take that one.

Isn't this beautiful?

When I take this walk

to remember him like this,

I find that all the other

complications in life disappear.

No, it is beautiful.

The world out there doesn't

care about that sentiment.

Chaos reigns,

and people

are persecuted.

I wish it was as easy to solve

their problems with a walk.

It's not the reality

we're in.

He never told us it was

going to be an easy road.

Perhaps remembering

where it all began

will help you figure out

where it ends.

Master,

we have worked hard

all night,

and we haven't caught

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