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God of Originals

“Hi I am John but my Hebrew name is Yochanan. Just like the Apostle John or John the Baptist. ” His face beamed with pride at the association.

I told him my name (only the first). He quickly gave me the Hebrew version and the meaning. I smiled in acknowledgement and thanked him. I loved his fervour. It was infectious. We were decades apart in age and maybe in dimness of view.

I sensed a deep love for the people of God. The light in his eyes told me that he loved the lessons gleaned from their lives. I felt a bit of sadness inside though. I felt lead to ask him: ” What has Yahweh said about you? What is your purpose, your destiny? What makes you unique?”

In the Waiting Room

She sat silently watching everyone around her. Time had blurred. The round face of the clock on the wall before her smiled back at her. Its ticking sound was lost in her reverie. Her focus was on everything that was happening.

There was constant movement in the waiting room. Human traffic was high. There was constant movement. Some walked on crutches. Others used wheelchairs. Those with vision impairment were being assisted to move. Some were carried on gurneys.

Weeping is For A Moment

Today a friend will be burying her mother. This is the second funeral I have not been able to attend in less than a month. My grandmother used to quip that ‘death comes in threes’. I do hope that there will not be another one soon.

These deaths have caused me to reflect very deeply on my experience during the time of my grandmother’s burial.

I Purchase Rotten Food

“Mike! Time to wake up! We are about to leave. Are you coming?” The gentle voices of my travelling companions, pierced through my blissful sleep.

“Hhhhhhmmmmmm, ” I groaned silently to myself. I vaguely became aware of my surroundings. The statements slowly ignited my memory.

“Yes. Give me a few minutes. I think I need to collect my senses.” I forced a smile on my face.

Getting up was a struggle. I had been awake for most of the night. It was not the first night. My mind reeled from the effects of it. My body was numb. Sleep clung to me like wet clothing. Slowly I began to feel exhilarated by the prospects of the upcoming treasure hunt.