Every so often, you
fall asleep questioning your Spirit- man, “when shall this burden pass?”
Craving answers, you awake only with more questions your limited knowledge
cannot resolve. I crave your indulgence as I share with you.
One day, you find
yourself seated in an aircraft, directly behind a Bomber jacket wearing
Commander and strangely you are in total awareness of your whole environment both
within and outside the aircraft in-flight.
You are very bothered
by the flight as the Commander (Captain), for reasons unknown to you, toys with
the aircraft without regards to his or your safety. He deliberately seems to
fly His aircraft directly at thick walls of impenetrable clouds, only to bank
off at the last second, and this petrifies you. You are overcome with fear for
your life. As he continues to do this, you shut your eyes in uncontrollable
panic thinking it is all over for you, yet when you open your eyes you realize
the end has not come and that the Commander in amusement takes a back glance at
you with a most mischievous smile on his face. The more He does this, the more
your confidence grows in his ability as The Pilot, until you reach a point
where you have been shocked into absolute confidence.
In the euphoria of
this new found confidence you feel unexplainable warmth about you and the
realization that He is the sole ace Commander, and from the warmth of his
smiles, your friend. As the warmth of confidence and its peace overwhelm you,
you begin to play like a child, running back and forth the aircraft,
apparently, no longer aware of any danger in this same aircraft that once, so
petrified you.
Only now do you
realize that you have been flying in an open back aircraft with the sky, yours
to grab. You confidently look overboard as you would out the window of a two
storey house, the view is absolutely bewildering. The earth, land and sea, are
bellow you as the Commander shows all, in its physical form, and as you fly
over the different oceans you see peoples of differing tones, tribes and
language in little fishing boats, who look up at you and wave to you with a one
on one familiarity you cannot understand.
Suddenly up ahead in
the distance, to your left, you see what seems to be a lone house in the
clouds, a magnificent simple little house, in your heart you know is built for
a family of no more than three persons. The Commander seems to make an approach
to the right of the house, as he passes the front, he banks the aircraft left
towards the back of the house and left again, coming to a stop on the left side
of the house.
Suddenly you hear the
splash of someone jumping into water, looking around you realize that your
brother has jumped out and is swimming in the clouds, you wonder when and how
he got on board the aircraft. The Commander smiles at you reassuringly and
offers you a helping hand, off the aircraft. Accepting His kindness you follow
Him through a small picket fence gate into a most peaceful garden. In the
garden is a man in overalls with a rake in his hand tending to the garden, and
as you enter he looks up at you knowingly, smiles, and seems to wave,
“welcome”. You know his face so well, but cannot immediately place it, yet it
is a face you had obviously seen on a regular basis.
The Commander leads
you towards the front door of the house and on reaching, stands aside for you
to enter. Willingly you enter into a most comfortable cozy living room, warmed
by a lit fireplace and furnished with only two Queen Anne high back chairs
facing each other with a stool in between, its walls were covered with photos
that seem to demand your attention.
As you approach the
photos, you realise they are pictures of the Commander and various other faces
you seem to recognize and identify. Moving around the room from photo to photo
you begin to call out their names, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Joseph, Moses,
Joshua, Isaiah, Elijah, Elisha, Samuel, and more and more that you recognize.
The photos seem to
come to an end and you find yourself standing in front of a sidewall with only
one large photo of the Commander and a man whose face you cannot make out, and
under the photo is a huge book, a register of sorts. As you bend over to peruse
the scribbling in the book, you see the names of all the prophets, their
addresses and signature, the same ones whose photos hang on the walls, and
suddenly you hear a tremor that is yet so calming and soothing you know it
comes from behind you, and you know the speaker as He asks, “AND WOULD YOU LIKE
TO BE ONE OF THEM?”
It is a choice that He
gives us.
By His Grace,
OZOLUA. GIWA-AMU.
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