At first he is torn.
The mission yes, but he will tread softly for respect of loved ones who
will not understand; he doesn’t want to lose them. They are a part of his
foundation, a part of his core; but as the mission unfolds, the soft step is
lost, and they, they cannot be preserved. One
by one they fall away. Deep sadness he
feels as he pulls away to protect himself; great loneliness in the angry shouts
of such familiar faces.
But on he walks, never letting them see his tears. The
mission is his guide, and his focus is stronger with each one he watches
disconnect. There is less to hinder him.
He thinks often of those who went ahead and of the words of encouragement they
left for him, especially of the misunderstood Messiah. His courage grows stronger,
his resolve bolder. Grateful he is to the God who chose him to walk behind the
greater ones, helping to pave the way for a new generation that will greet a
dawn brighter than his own.
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