A Saturday
morning it was, birds singing, the smell of coffee and roses fill the air and a
smile for everyone that passes by…priceless! Draped in the finest couture to
attend an all too important event…yes it was the wedding of the year for me and
I was not supposed to be late, but you know how we do it! *wink*
Though I took no responsibility for doing
anything or playing any significant role that day, I had already done all the
work that lead to a cascade of events leading to this big day, I played
cupid, match maker and my work has blossomed.
A drive down
to the hall and what was supposed to be my glamorous entrance turned into a scene
from a horror story. It was not supposed to look like this. Everybody that was
invited to the wedding was there but people were dressed in black and not in
any wedding outfit including the couple. Instead I saw an open coffin right in
front. At that moment, cold chills ran down my spine and life was taken from my
legs and I needed to have a sit. I scrambled to an empty seat all the way at
the back and just watched the strange happenings.
I watched as
everybody came to pay their respects to the person that was dead, shedding
tears and sobbing bitterly. But what I thought was odd was every person who
came over to pay their last respect dropped what looked like a gift and walked
away.
I did not feel
any remorse, in fact I was getting bored and wondered how important this person
was to get so much attention, almost felt jealous of a dead person. I wanted to
leave, I thought to myself I came for a wedding and not a funeral. But as I got
up to leave, there was a man kneeling by the coffin, crying and muttering some
things to himself, words that even those around him could not hear but as far
from him as I was, I could hear everything he said in my heart.
He called out my name and I almost answered
out loud. So for a moment, I paused and just listened. “I loved you” he said. “I
came from heaven, left my glory, and came down to earth. I did so many wondrous
things, left my words for you to know how you could learn of me and know how to
reach me. I died for you, took your place in death to show you the highest love
anyone could ever show. My hands and feet were pierced for you. My body beaten
so you would not have yours broken. You tried but learn of me but you did not
love me enough to be fully committed to me. You didn’t love me enough to commit
to our relationship. But anyone or anything was strong enough to take your
heart and focus away from me. If only your eyes could see the gifts around you
that were supposed to be yours but you kept on missing them because you never
did things the way I told you to. Now look at my love, you lie wasted in this
box never to know what could have been”
My heart was
shed into pieces at every word I heard, I wanted to run away as far as I could
but my feet would not let me. I took a look back to the people and they were
even in a worse state then before, they had become lifeless, glassy white eyes
with shrivelled up skin almost like zombies. All of them pointing to the front
wanting me to go and have a look at who was in the coffin and as I took each
step, I could feel the piercing of each stare. I finally got to the foot of the
coffin and saw who was in it. She was dressed in white, with a face of an angel
and a kiss of death on her lips. It was me. But how could this be? I turned to
look at everybody and this time they had become angels with sad faces and
broken hearts.
Then I saw the man who was talking and in a
strange way I knew him. I had seen him before but did not know him enough to
give any detailed information. His hands and feet had these holes in them and
there were tears in his eyes. For the first time, I felt hurt and pain. I told
him to explain it all to me.
He said to me “my love, my heart, the apple of my eyes,
all I ever want is for you to love me back.” “Every time you go against me and
continue in it, a part of you dies and is buried, you miss what is supposed to
be yours and those are the gifts you see”
“How can I make it right?” I asked. “A simple prayer” he
said and “repeat after me”. “Lord Jesus I confess I am a sinner, come into my
life. Forgive my sins, wash me clean and make me whole. I confess you as my
personal Lord and saviour from now henceforth. Amen”
After I said
that little prayer, I was lighter and happy from within. A look into the coffin
and it was empty. “You are alive in me now no more dead.” This time his eyes
were brighter than a thousand suns with a breath taking smile and a transformed
group of angels singing praises to God. It was a priceless moment for me.
“Its time to wake
up” he said. “What?” I was still trying to understand what I was to wake up
from; “the wedding!!!” “You don’t want to be late.” Like a bolt of electricity
went through my body and I woke up from sleep with so much force I almost
snapped my neck, looked around and saw I had just 30 minutes to get ready for
the wedding. For a moment I paused and reflected on what I had just
experienced. It was more than a dream and more like a message not just for me
but to the whole world. A message of hope, freedom and love.
I do hope you
enjoyed reading. Happy week ahead and let Jesus Christ be the Lord of your
life, it is a lot safer. Bless
