Where is everyone going?

I came trudging over the thousandth rolling hill. The bright green grass was unruly, I stood buried up to my ankles in it. Wiping perspiration from my forehead, I prepared to head on. The bright yellow sun was beautiful today. The endless hills were soft and easy to walk. I had no place in particular that I was trying to get to. No one that I was in desperate need of seeing. Just sort of wandering around, walking these thousand hills.

A smiling blonde passed in front of me and waved. I forced a smile back, and continued on my way. A tall young man with brown hair gel-d up gave me a hug and then ran by. I stopped, frozen in my path. He hugged me. Where the heck am I? I turned to my left, the direction these two crazies had come from.

My eyes widened. I even rubbed them to be sure, I wasn't imagining this. Hundreds, maybe even thousands were coming down one of the larger hills into this little valley between the rolling lumps of green. Then, I saw them out of the corner of my eye. People coming down the hill straight across from me. The one I had been planning to go up. The people laughed and waved to each other. The two groups began to converge, and turned west, into the setting sun.

"You are worthy!" someone cried as they passed me. They laughed and danced away. What the heck? I thought. My chin, I am sure, was resting on the ground between my feet. I could only stare as people passed me. All with smiles. They were laughing, cheering, singing, shouting, some laughed even through tears.

Someone rushed up and grabbed my hands, trying to pull me into the sea of people. "Are you coming? Are you coming?!" I shook my head in bewilderment. No way was I going anywhere with these psychos until I knew where they going.

Another person appeared at my side and smiled down. Average height, skinny, curly brown hair, brown eyes that screamed wisdom. My soul reached out to him, begging for answers. He saw my struggle and wrapped me up in a hug before either of us spoke. When we let go, we turned to watch the people as they went by in droves. Finally, the questions came.

"Who are these people?"

"They, are from every nation, tribe, language, everywhere from anywhere on our beautiful earth."

"Where are they going?" I asked, as a child pushed dandelions into my hand. I tried to smile at the strange gift as the small girl ran away with shouts of glee.

"Children are so sweet aren't they?" he said, smiling after the energetic girl. I tried to nod, but another woman was running by, distracting me.

"I will praise you!" she cried, almost to the sky. And a man, catching her hands and dancing with her in a circle, "Sing it! Never stop singing!"

"Where are they going? And who did you say these people were again?" The young man beside me laughed.

"These are the Children of the Most High," he smiled down at me here, "And we are going to the house of God," pause, "are you coming?"

"The house of God?" I scoffed, "The house of God?"

"Yes."

"As in, like, God? Like his house?" he smiled broadly at my confusion.

"Come on, I'll show you." I shrank back.

"No, I--I think I'm okay."

"Where are you going that can't wait?"

"Going? Oh," I laughed, "I'm not going much of anywhere. I mean, I'm going somewhere, I just hadn't decided yet exactly."

"Come with me." I paused, I wanted to say yes. My rebuttles seemed so useless, so insignificant. How could I hold back when so many were going. They were dancing past me, running and walking, laughing and crying. Such a strange people. And this man beside me, he acted as though it was all okay, all normal.

And he wanted me to go with them. More than that, I knew that he realized my hunger, saw my emptiness and wished to fill me. He made no promises of his own, but something reached out and said that where he was going would fill me beyond reckoning. "Come with me." He was beginning to edge away.

"Where?"

"We're going to the house of God. Are you coming?" A smile covered my face suddenly. He knew my answer and reached out his hand. I caught it and we went running together. Racing into the western sun, into the arms of our God.

are you coming?
sara