After the Ascension

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] No one wanted to look at each other. No one wanted to speak, to be the first to speak. But we had to. Walking back to Jerusalem, for instance, we had to decide where we were going. There was no one to follow home anymore. That day and the day after. Waking, it was the first thought. This is the feeling of rising with  faith alone. We had to learn it. We had to come to understand this would always be the first thought. Things hadn’t worked out the way we’d thought they would. Eventually, we began dying. Funny to say it now, but some of us wondered, would it happen to us, too? But, of course it would happen. This was the very promise we’d lived by. [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]
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