Jesus Gonna Be Here Direct

Silas straightened his cap. He didn't know if it was Him , or just a traveler looking for the way home. But as the music from the radio swelled, filling the empty fields with a gravelly promise, Silas smiled. He wasn't in a hurry. He had his bags packed in his heart, and he knew that when the guest finally arrived, he wouldn't need to say a word.

Silas stepped out into the humid evening. He wasn’t a particularly religious man in the way the folks in town were—no Sunday best, no front-row pew. But he had a standing appointment. Every Tuesday at dusk, he’d wait by the mile marker where the sunflowers grew tallest. Jesus Gonna Be Here

A pair of headlights appeared in the distance, shimmering through the heat haze. They didn't move like a car; they drifted, slow and steady, like a lantern carried by a walker. Silas straightened his cap