He praised God for this man who was willing to sacrifice everything in order to be his herald. A shadow dipped and fled across his eyes as he glimpsed the herald’s final sacrifice.
Faces and feet joined his as they all drew closer to the voice. Their hearts were hungry, their hands empty. Inwardly, a glimmer of a smile took seed. Their seeking hearts were fertile soil for the message of the voice, and for the gift only he could give.