It was his time.  They had come to take him home.  He invited them in for supper and to spend the night.  Before the meal he stood to pray.  His communion with the Lord was so exquisite that those who came to take him home wept.

He appeared before the doorway to his home.  A pile of dry timber greeted him.  Fear was present.  Would his key unlock the door?  Trembling fingers are useless.  But he heard encouraging words.  “Play the man Polycarp.”

Yes.  Sometimes there is fear.  But it subsides with the years.  Do not let them see that weakness in your knees.  But stand ye tall and wait for him.  He does not tarry long.  Testify with patient soul.  Be steadfast in your faith!  They watch to see their wicked work appear upon your face.

Amen.

By His Grace