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The gravel crunched under the tires of the old Ford as Silas pulled onto the shoulder of Highway 61. He didn’t stop because of a breakdown; he stopped because the sky looked like a bruised plum, and the air felt heavy with a secret.
Silas stepped out into the humid evening. He wasn’t a particularly religious man in the way the folks in town were—no Sunday best, no front-row pew. But he had a standing appointment. Every Tuesday at dusk, he’d wait by the mile marker where the sunflowers grew tallest. Jesus Gonna Be Here
In the backseat sat a vintage tube radio, humming with static. Silas adjusted the dial until the low, rhythmic thrum of a bass guitar cut through the white noise. It was that old song—the one about waiting. “Jesus gonna be here... be here soon.” The gravel crunched under the tires of the
Silas straightened his cap. He didn't know if it was Him , or just a traveler looking for the way home. But as the music from the radio swelled, filling the empty fields with a gravelly promise, Silas smiled. He wasn't in a hurry. He had his bags packed in his heart, and he knew that when the guest finally arrived, he wouldn't need to say a word. He wasn’t a particularly religious man in the
The gravel crunched under the tires of the old Ford as Silas pulled onto the shoulder of Highway 61. He didn’t stop because of a breakdown; he stopped because the sky looked like a bruised plum, and the air felt heavy with a secret.
Silas stepped out into the humid evening. He wasn’t a particularly religious man in the way the folks in town were—no Sunday best, no front-row pew. But he had a standing appointment. Every Tuesday at dusk, he’d wait by the mile marker where the sunflowers grew tallest.
In the backseat sat a vintage tube radio, humming with static. Silas adjusted the dial until the low, rhythmic thrum of a bass guitar cut through the white noise. It was that old song—the one about waiting. “Jesus gonna be here... be here soon.”
Silas straightened his cap. He didn't know if it was Him , or just a traveler looking for the way home. But as the music from the radio swelled, filling the empty fields with a gravelly promise, Silas smiled. He wasn't in a hurry. He had his bags packed in his heart, and he knew that when the guest finally arrived, he wouldn't need to say a word.
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