She looked appalled.
“This is important,” he said, before resuming his reading.
Verses four to seven spoke of kings combining to make war. Despite it referring to an earlier time, Brad saw a current prophecy. Kings did indeed combine and fought a world war. God smote them and scattered them from the Earth. Their modern military might, he dispersed from history, like ashes blown away in the wind… a mere puff of His nostrils.
Verse eight mentioned “we heard.” We? Indicating others, not just one person.
Is there a refuge, Lord? he queried. Are there others?
Verses nine to thirteen spoke of people praising the wonders of His hands, the shelter of His love and protection. Only Christians would do that. It may have been wishful thinking on his part, but it warmed him to think there might be a city somewhere that worshiped God. He sighed deeply, imagining a life in communion with God beside like minded people. It would more than make up for the ruined world he crawled out of the bunker to meet.
Only one verse remained. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, fearing he wouldn’t learn of a location in the final line.
“Please tell me where it is, Lord,” he whispered.
A mixture of joy and sorrow filled his soul as he opened his eyes. Verse fourteen made two promises; that God would remain Brad’s God. The Creator he knew before the war, sat with him now. He went on to say that He would guide Brad to the very end, but didn’t say where.
Brad looked above with a broken smile. God watched him, perhaps waited for him to ask pertinent questions as to his future, but feared to ask, lest his heart broke with the lack of an answer.
Brad sensed, rather than heard the word. He clasped his hands and lowered his head in prayer.
“Lord, you’re no liar. You promised that you would guide me. Tell me where I should go; I’m begging you, amen.”
He waited, hoping to hear God’s voice again. Only silence answered him. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes, staring ahead. Through the open doors, he saw the purple crowns of mountains in the distance. Then it occurred to him… he saw the mountains.
He pointed ahead. “That’s where I’ve got to go.”
Beaming, he gripped Teyata in a firm embrace and lifted her from the floor. She hugged tightly, clinging onto him for several seconds more than warranted. It didn’t matter this time; God had spoken.
He ran out of the door, heading for the centre of town.
“Where are you going?” Teyata asked, loping beside him.
“I’ve got to get to the shopping centre.”
Brad picked up speed, his legs fuelled with the exhilaration of realising God’s will. Minutes elapsed with Teyata’s endless questions. They no longer irritated him as he ran on, barely aware of her beside him. His route along the main road, brought him to the central shopping district.