How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 146: Nameless (1)

The early winter of December in Virginia was cool and quiet.

Outside, sleet was falling, frost formed on the windows, and the field was quiet as the wild animals were all falling asleep.

As frost and snow covered this land, the world was cloaked in a monotonous white. As the snow clouds obscured the weakly shining sun, shadows soon settled.

Under those shadows.

He stood.

Various apostles knelt.

And beyond the door, thousands of people were waiting for them.

And to the apostles, He spoke softly:

"A certain man told his servant to clean my house and tend to my sheep."

He gestured as if pointing to a subordinate. Then the next moment, He picked up a broom that had been placed beside Him and swept away the dust that had fallen in His room.

"Then the servant, like this, took up a broom and cleaned various rooms, took up a cloth and wiped the windows and frames, gathered scattered things and put them in boxes, and dusted off the dusty furniture."

And putting down the broom, He drew back the curtain of the window and pointed to the English people wailing in the distance.

"Also, the servant went to those wailing flocks, cared for the injured and suffering ones with splints and bandages, drove the hungry ones to the fields to feed, and washed the dirty ones in the river."

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"And the master went around the house and saw what the servant had done."

He puts down the broom. He draws the curtain again so the wailing English people cannot see Him.

"The master soon saw that the servant had used the house's broom, cloth, and duster without telling the master. He discovered that he had driven the flocks to the fields and the river without telling the master, that he had cared for the injured ones with splints and bandages."

His voice was soft yet resolute. More clearly than the voice of one who shouted loudly, it reached their hearts.

In countless languages.

It poured down like rain.

"And the master asked, 'How did you use these household items without saying anything, and drive the flocks out without saying anything?' And the servant answered, 'I did so in order to do what you wanted me to do. Knowing that you were watching me, I did so.'"

His words pour down like rough, wild rain and wind.

His voice was not loud, but its highs and lows continued like waves, violently echoing throughout this entire space.

"Thus... the house became clean. The flocks were peaceful. And everything in the house was desirable and satisfactory to the master's will."

At the resonance of that voice, everyone lost their words.

"Thomas."

"...Ah, yes."

"Thomas Hewett, I call you."

"Servant of the Lord, Nameless One, I hear your voice."

As Hewett crawled on his knees to approach Him, He, Nemo, smiled and stroked his shoulder.

And He gently lifted his chin. Hewett's trembling eyes met His eyes.

Once those eyes contained the sight of heaven, and contained Him who was light and word.

Now Hewett sees his own reflection through those eyes.

"Since you have not been negligent in learning the scriptures, I will ask you. When the Lord told Gideon to smite the Midianites, what did He tell Gideon to kill the Midianites with?"

"Y...yes?"

"Did He tell Gideon to take up a sword and smite the Midianites? Or to brandish a spear and stab? To shoot with bow and arrow? Or to kill with a sling?"

"That... uh..."

Hewett's mind goes blank.

Going through the verses about Gideon in the Book of Judges one by one in his mind, he recites what the Lord said to him.

And he reaches a conclusion.

"I-I don't know... In the Book of Judges, such a verse..."

"Isn't there."

At that word, Hewett's strength completely drains. He smiles faintly and continues His words.

"God said to remove those who feared battle, to remove those who knelt and drank water, and to fight with only 300 people... but He did not specifically mention what weapon to use to kill the enemies."

To the ears of the trembling Hewett, He whispers:

"Gideon took up a sword and killed the enemies according to his own will."

"..."

While Hewett lost his words and trembled at His whisper, this time Nemo approaches Eleanor and says:

"There are people around you who are sick and dying, and I told you to save them. The situation is urgent, and I am watching you directly."

"...Angel, Nameless One."

"When saving that person, would you ask me which bandage to use and which medicine to use? Or would you focus on saving the person as you were told?"

"I, I..."

His eyes, as black as the night sky, but warm like coals in a fire, envelope her. Eleanor raises her head, meets his eyes, and says:

"...I would save the person."

Then he smiles.

"That's right. That is in accordance with my will. And my doing is like this."

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As He draws back the curtain in the dark room, eyes accustomed to darkness feel even dim light intensely.

As He stands with His back to the window, heaven's light shines down on them through Him.

"The holy Lord said to make people like angels."

People, like angels.

More virtuous.

More great.

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"And just as He did not tell Gideon to use a sword or raise a shield, He did not tell me about the means. I saved you and made you His servants and tools. I established this community to benefit you. This is not the Lord's will."

This community is not the Lord's community.

"But you are the servant's broom, Gideon's sword."

But this community is a community to follow the Lord's will.

He slowly walks and moves among the apostles. As everyone turns their heads, He slowly...

Was advancing toward the door.

"All of you are David's sling and Samson's jawbone of a donkey!"

He exclaims as He opens the door wide. Then thousands of people outside the door stand up and look at Him.

As if all the light of heaven was concentrated on Him, only His figure was bright in the dim early winter, and only His voice echoed over the frozen air.

"Know this truly!