Death May Knock, But He Be Not Welcome Here

Oh, beloved fans, there is a matter of grave importance that has been brought to light. We must be vigilant and devoted to all seriousness and concern, for not all is well.

Our host has fallen gravely ill. He is struggling in a moment by moment gappling match with death himself. Though all hell assail him, he fears not the eternal and infinite repercussions of denying victory to the end of all men. Excruciatingly he regularly takes high grade fevers yet his body, dumb with infirmity, mistakes them for icy chills. He perspires, and he rattles from cold. His breath is measured and tainted...and shallow. His throat a quagmire of pain and wretched disease. His chest rises with gravel and lowers with exhaustion. His eyes have lost some of the ability to focus. He knows everywhere that hurts, for he can feel his hurt everywhere. There is not much light left in him...there is not much time left now.

He is right with his maker, so he is not affraid. Continue to pray for his revival and restoration, lest he be cast from this earth hurtling into the next aeon and face to face with God Almighty only to be all but completely obliterated by such a gentle and powerful face, leaving only the soul in a new body shrouded wholly in brightest glory--a sun all his own, unbearable and at peace. It may be that he is not ready yet to put away his servant. Pray. Pray fervently.