Josar

Josar was one of two old enough to remember. His people had been waiting, wandering the plains of Onar for an entire generation. The promises were still fresh in his mind, although no-one, except him and the other, carried them so close. They had all been born since then. The grief was even fresher, though, and this the people shared. It was all so surreal. But then, it wouldn't have been fitting, Josar supposed, if Meshai had died a normal death. It frightened him to remember it; Meshai wandering up on that mountain, pulling away his hood so that his face started shining. And then, he just kept wandering away, up, and up, and out of sight, and never coming down.

And now Josar was left to fulfill the promises. How was he going to lead an entire nation? How would they follow him? They had given Meshai an awful time, and he had been so close to the Great One. Josar felt the dread weight of carrying the hopes, dreams, fears, and lives of an entire nation on his shoulders. He sank down to his knees. Rulers have to carry so much. He hadn't realized what it was like for Meshai before. But Meshai had had a purpose. Did Josar have a purpose? He thought so, but didn't know exactly what it was, yet.

"Be strong!"

What was that? Josar felt a surge of excitement along with an awful fear growing on him. He raised his head. "My Lord!"

To be continued...

Having just read the first eleven chapters of Joshua (for Bible class) all in a row, instead of a few at a time for devotions, I was struck with what an awesome story it is. I think it'd make a great movie.