Moab stopped along a stream, bent down and placed his knee upon a large rock, being careful not to soil a soft, white linen cloth that covered his thin, muscular body. He somehow found his way out of a terrible darkness– a land of desolation. He was with another from that place. They traveled as a pair, but only because they were unable to separate from one another. If they walked too far apart, a terrible fear consumed them. They were careful to remain almost as conjoined twins.
He had not tasted water for what seemed to be an eternity. With a cup made by curling his hand into a fist, he quickly gulped freshly squeezed water by the handfuls as if he were extracting juice from an orange. The moment the soothing moisture filled his succulent mouth he felt joy again—a sensation that he had almost forgotten. Like the rays of sunshine warming a cold winter morning, the water trickled down his parched throat and immediately he felt a need to express love with another. He grabbed his friend and kissed him unexpectedly on his mouth.
His friend had eyes that looked green like the ocean where Moab was raised as a child. He called himself Ammi. He joined Moab at the stream soon after the temptation of Moab’s wet lips had seduced his thirst. Ammi lifted the refreshing water to his childlike face by using both hands. A chill rushed through his torso and he felt the spirit move within him. He was careful not to stir soot from the stream bed in fear that this moment of bliss may end too soon and the two would find themselves in the dark again.
“There is a village over that hill. I believe it is the place we have dreamed of for so long,” Ammi explained while batting his long eyelashes that delicately framed his emerald eyes.
A stranger approached them, just as they had their fill. He shouted loud enough to be heard above the trickle of the stream.
“It’s getting dark and you are a stranger to this land. Come with me to my house. Please let me serve you in my house. You must have traveled for so long and you must be exhausted. Please wash your feet and sleep in my bed. I insist that the two of you stay with me.”
“No, thank you,” Moab shouted to the stranger, Lot.
Ammi giggled, still feeling the effects of the water he had consumed. Neither of the beautiful foreigners wished to sleep inside a house.
“We want to sleep in the town square,” he cried to Lot.
“No, no– please, let me bake some bread for you. It’s unleavened. Oh you must stay with me. I insist, besides, I found you.”
The angels had no choice but to accept Lot’s offer. They went with him to his house. On the way there they caused quite a commotion in the small farming village.
.“Why are those beautiful men with golden hair going home with Lot? What do they see in him?”