On the fourth watch of my last night, I made my way to the top of a hill and built a small fire before dawn cracked the wilderness sky. Sitting in silence before the Lord, waiting, listening, hoping. The warmth of the fire was a small comfort. It had been many days, and I was hungry.
“I, John, your brother and partner in the tribulation and the kingdom and the patient endurance that are in Jesus, was on the island called Patmos on account of the word of God and the testimony of Jesus. I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s day, and I heard behind me a loud voice...