Gram was just finishing her toast when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It had become a familiar sound from countless school mornings, since the time Tom was young and now with Becca and Elijah. But morning footsteps on the stairs would stir a different memory now. Each footstep took her back to the visions from the previous morning. Each one now bringing the possibility of more.
Elijah's crashing down the stairs yesterday morning had startled her. The heavenly messenger from the previous night said something wonderful was happening, but she had no idea what it entailed. One thing was for sure; her life would never be the same after that morning.
Tom entered the kitchen looking exhausted. It was clear to her that he hadn’t slept well, either. They had stayed up late as she, Elijah, and Becca had caught him up on the day’s events. Once the yawning had become too contagious to continue they decided to go bed and pick up again in the morning.
“Morning Mom,” Tom mumbled with a stretch. “How’re you doing?”
“Good as can be expected,” Gram replied. “Sit down and I'll make you some eggs. Scrambled O.K.?”
“Yes, please. Is that Elijah out back mowing the yard?” Tom asked hearing the mower pass close by the window.
“Yep, the boy was up at the crack of dawn. Came down stairs already dressed and ready to go. I've been telling him for days that the grass needed mowed. Not sure why he's out there today after all that's happened.”
“How's he holding up Mom, over all?” Tom wanted to know more than just how Elijah was handling the events of yesterday, but how he has been since his mother Rachel's passing and Tom's traveling for work. “Has he said much about my being away?”
“No, but you know how he is, never open about his feelings. Keeps everything to himself. Stubborn, like his father,” Gram teased as she cracked two eggs into a bowl and started to stir.
Gram looked at Tom, reading him as only a mother can. “I know you're worried about him, Thomas. He knows it, too. Oh, he'll put on his big man act to show you he can handle himself. Just be there for him and be patient.”
Tom paused for a moment letting his mother's words sink in. Leading projects and implementing computer systems at large corporations, he was usually the one dishing out advice. It had been a while since anyone had given any advice to him. “How's Becca been?” he finally added.
“Oh, Becca's been blossoming into quite the young lady lately. She's also been a big support to both of us the last twenty four hours.” Gram looked up from the eggs and smiled at Tom. “You should be very proud of her, proud of both of them.”
Gram walked to the stove and poured the eggs into a frying pan. The mower could be heard over the sizzling from the skillet as Elijah made another pass close to the house. Gram spoke to Tom without turning from the eggs, “I didn't think Elijah'd be able to get a thing done out there with all those reporters hovering around. There was several more this morning. Seems like quite a few people from around town also stopped by to see if they could hear anything new.
“The reporters started shouting questions at him as soon as he walked out the door. He just stopped and told them, 'I don't have anything new from the Lord for you, but when He gives me another vision I will share it with you. Hopefully next time you'll actually broadcast the message.'
“Then he turned to the crowd from town and said that he knew few had heard the whole vision. He wanted to share it with them and that they should share it with everyone they could. Then, standing right there on the porch, he told them the vision and said, 'I'm not sure what it all means yet, but I believe God's telling us to get ready for Christ's coming. If and when the Lord sees fit to give me more I will share it with you.' Then he walked over, started the mower, and that was that.”
The smell of fresh cut grass put Elijah in a pleasant mood. His grandmother was right; the grass was getting high. It was difficult to push the mower through it in several places and took several passes in others. It made the chore take longer than he had expected, but on a beautiful morning like this he didn’t mind too much.
Mowing was not Elijah's favorite chore. Not that he had a favorite chore, but if he did, mowing would definitely not be it. He did, however, like that the noise of the mower drowned out the rest of the world. This allowed him to focus and sort over what he should try to do next.
The school and the news were certainly not what he had hoped for. But now what? Reaching a large audience was going to be more difficult than he thought. “I wonder what the others that had visions are doing to get the message out,” he thought to himself. If he could see what they were doing that might help him find his “open door.” The “open door” seemed to have become his new theme.
“The best chance I have of meeting any of the others is on-line. The news didn't say there was anyone else close to here. I can search the Internet for religious forums. If they're out there, I'll find them.” Elijah stopped pushing for a moment to look up into the deep blue sky. “Dear Lord, I pray for help finding some of the other kids you gave visions to on the Internet and I ask this in Christ's name. Amen.”
By the time Elijah had finished mowing, trimming, raking, and bagging it was almost lunchtime. After a quick shower he grabbed a soda and a sandwich, then headed for his computer. Dad was unpacking across the hall. He must have heard the movement through the door and felt it would be a good time for him to talk to his son and try to catch up a little. Elijah had left the door to his room partially open and could hear the floor creak as Dad crossed the hall. Dad knocked on the door and poked his head in.
“Hey, buddy! What'cha up to?” Dad asked brightly.
“Just doing a little research. I figured I would try to locate others that, well you know...”
“Sounds like a great idea. I see you've been working on your own site,” Dad said seeing Elijah's own creation that he had left on the computer screen. Large lettering across the top said, “Elijah's Page Of OWNAGE!”
“What exactly does page of OWNAGE mean?” Dad questioned in a deep, loud, reverberating voice.
“It means my page owns,” Elijah replied in his coolest voice.
“Owns what?” Dad continued pressing.
“Just forget it, Dad,” Elijah said shaking his head with a half smile across his face that said ‘parents are so un-cool’.
“What? You think your old man's not up with the 'latest lingo'?”
“O.K. You can stop now,” Elijah smirked and continued shaking his head at his father's being so out of it.
“Oh, I get it! You think I'm some kind of square dude, huh? Not fresh on all the neat-o things you cool kids are up to. Well, I'll have you know that I am one cool cat! I'm hip to the jive. I'm freaky freaky fresh. So don't be trippin' cause I'm down with my bad self.”
“Alright! You’re done,” Elijah said tilting his head at his father and trying not to laugh.
“Alright! Alright! I'll quit.”
Elijah could tell that Dad wanted to spend “quality time” with him, but he was so anxious to start his search for other visionaries that he could burst. He was about to tell his father that this was a bad time, but when he turned to face him he couldn’t do it. Dad just looked to eager to be there as he leaned forward looking over Elijah's web site.
They sat for a while as Elijah showed his father the different sections. They laughed until they cried at several of Elijah's favorite videos and jokes that he'd downloaded or linked to from the web. Next they looked at the pictures. Most were of family and friends. The main image was a portrait of the whole family from years before his mother got sick. The same one hung in the living room. They all looked so happy back then.
“That was quite a few gray hairs and about 25 pounds ago,” Tom said with a laugh. “Boy, I sure miss those days.”
They paused for a moment in silent reflection.
“She loved you very much, you know,” Dad said reassuringly.
“I know,” Elijah answered.
Again there was silence.
“What was it like, son?”
Elijah turned to his father who was still staring at the screen.
“What was it like to see Jesus descending from the sky?”
“I don't know if I can do it justice, Dad. It's like trying to explain the color blue to someone who's been blind from birth. Seeing Jesus come down from the clouds made me feel more peace and joy than I ever believed possible. In an instant, I went from feeling like there was no hope to feeling that nothing would ever be wrong again.”
“Do you think we'll see her again,” Tom said staring at the family picture with tears in his eyes.
“Yes Dad, I believe we will.”[Home] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 6]