John looked across the island and remembered the beautiful city, Laodicea: The aqueduct, that marvel of modern technology; the hospital where they salved the eyes but couldn’t cure foolishness; the market selling its black woolen cloth while the orphans went about naked.
They offered him wine but he chose to drink water instead, lukewarm from the sun and bitter with minerals; he spat it out.
“We have everything,” they said, and John thought, you have nothing at all. “We have wisdom, beauty, health, recreation and technology.” But here, John had an island prison, God’s presence, and a vision of eternity.
© Sheila Deeth, April 2009
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Blessings and best wishes - S.
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