Part 2: GAIN

By Tessa Harvey

    After three weeks, Will felt it was time to have a heart to heart talk with his grandson.
    "Found a job yet, Jack?" he asked, trying not to sound judgmental.
    "Actually, dad, I was wondering if you mind if I did carpentry?" He went on quickly, "I have always loved working with wood and have been asking around. One joinery is prepared to take me on as a paid apprentice if you vouch for me." Jack had asked to call his elderly relatives 'dad' and 'mum' for now. "You see, that way I can pay for board and also help to repair my ute."
    Will asked for more details. The owner was Silas Shepherd and his small business was only ten minutes away. Silas was a man in his forties, lean, tall, dark hair tinged with grey.  His handshake was firm and it was obvious he was pleased to meet Will. "Your grandson has an aptitude for woodwork. If you speak for him, I will draw up a fair contract for you both to sign.
    A few weeks later, all was going well for Jack. His grandfather had helped him fix his car, but some repairs only the nearby garage could accomplish. Jack had a pay-plan settled.
    He loved his new job and had let his mother know where he now lived. So far there had been no response. But one night, he had a terrible dream. It was similar to the one he had had in the hospital, but in much more detail.
    Jack felt he was drifting. Below him were dark clouds, thunderings and he could smell sulphur as though a volcano was erupting below him.
    Terrified, the young man thought he was drifting inexorably down. He could see only thick darkness, but then he again saw the cross. Jesus was carrying it on a hard road, people sobbing, swearing.
    Then he saw Jesus Risen. He somehow knew Jesus had suffered and died for him, not just for the whole world, but also for him. He saw Jesus smile and felt he was calling him. Then he awoke, drenched in tears.
     He yearned to be accepted by this Kingly being, Jesus. How?

     

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