Once upon a time a baby boy was born. His parents were not special. His family had no talent. They worked in hard labor from sun up to sun down. They followed the community’s rules because if they didn’t they would be run out of town. No one had autonomy. No one had freedom or liberty. Everyone in the society had to follow every single rule. There was a leader in the community, who kept the jobs coming, who handed out turkeys for Thanksgiving and Christmas, who handed out hams for Easter.
Everyone in the community were humble, hard working, and regular church goers. More babies were born to the workers. Children who grew to be mouthy and disrespectful were sent away to distant relatives. Some of the children grew into teenagers feeling oppressed. They found a stick, tied a rag full of hard bread and headed out of town never to be seen again. Mothers did not sing and Daddies didn’t laugh. Everyone just quietly got on with their lives. Some people had accidents at work that took their lives.
Some people were attacked by animals in the streets, valleys, and woods. Some people had babies that were born stillborn or fell to all manners of calamity including wood rats and snakes who found their ways into homes especially during the cruel days and nights of winter.
In this climate, a child grew and grew. In this community, his imagination was his liberty. He sat in church pews viewing the thoughts of his own brain. He saw heaven if the pastor spoke of the beauty of heaven. He saw the writhing agony of hell fires as demons screamed and sputtered in the lake of fire. He stood beside Ezekiel who described the four creatures upon the earth. He stood in the corner of the room watching Jacob wrestle with the angel shouting, “I won’t let you go until you bless me!”
From boyhood, he was there in battles with David, he watched Daniel in the lion’s den, he was at the dinner with Esther and the king, he witnessed Solomon judge between the two mothers… He wasn’t reading stories. In his mind they were real and happening in real time. In his mind, he was there. He saw what was happening. He heard what was being said. He smelled the air. He smelled the fur of the lions. He smelled the sulfur and smoke in the lake of fire. He felt the elation, the peace, the faith, the longing of many of those we have long heard about through Sunday school lessons.
Many of us never see those people come off the page. We have never seen the Dragon standing before the woman as she labored to bring forth her child. We can’t imagine our own Mothers giving birth to us. Much less what it would be like to watch our own Moms giving birth to us and Dragons standing over her in the guise of nurses and family members…
This young man had it. The ability to see and make you see it too through his words. This preacher published books with depictions so real I would place his books outside the house at night.
This young man is a Preacher. He is appointed and anointed by Elohim. He walks among us today. He speaks among us today. He has suffered much. Many of the things he has saw, Holy Spirit will not allow him to relay to the general public. It’s of no great conspiracy, many people can only see what their brains will allow and that isn’t much just the basics; food, comfort, and sex.
I don’t know where the preacher is today. I know he is still here with us. He could be reading this story right now. Are you? What do you “see”?
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