Grace of God

I wrestled with sleep the entire night and I lost. After tossing and turning a while, I made myself get up. I walked silently into the kitchen, made my way to the front room, and reclined at the table in the middle of the room. I thought about the vision in the prison that left me awestruck, and started thinking out loud.

"I wonder if this is all real. I couldn't have imagined it, because Captain Antonio and the strange little man both saw it. I wonder why I couldn't hear what he was saying?" I asked myself.

"What who was saying," Onesiphorus asked.

"I'm sorry, my friend. I didn't mean to disturb you," I said.

"You didn't, I couldn't sleep. Between the rain and the thoughts of the execution, my mind would not cease," He said.

Onesiphorus looked as if he, too, had been wrestling, and fared about as well as I had.

"I usually pray when nights are long," He offered.

"I'm not sure I know how," I said.

"It's as easy as talking to me," He assured.

"Hmm. I see, then God will talk to me as you do?" I asked.

"Sometimes. He communicates with me in many different ways," He said.

"You mean like dreams," I offered.

"Yes, and also through other people," He added.

"I see. So if we aren't able to hear him one way, he has another avenue to get our attention?" I inquired.