Tuesday, 16 June 2015
Crocodiles; floods and ...
I am not only drawing blind; now I am writing blind. The middle of the night has my eyes seeing everything a little more blurry than in the day.
I drew this picture a long while back from a newspaper... there was a township fire. Accidental. The gathering of men and women in the wake of the fire ~ the wake ... we say things, don't we, without thinking about the meanings of the words.
I am up. A crone doesn't need that much replenishing. Frequent dozing is good enough - mid sentence in the book, mid pencil stroke underling the passage and it goes without saying, mid television program. However, every stories seem, feel, are ... a kind of sci-fi horror. I am too old for these tales.
As I draw closer to the Creator, seeking His Light, my soul grows more sensitive,: it is restored or reset (as they say in the cell phone manual) to the original setting and I become afraid of the future.
I am often reminded that men have said this about the state of things for centuries, but it certainly feels like we are facing the season of calamities head on. The age of lawlessness...
Some years back I was caught in a flood in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere, in Africa, and it can be scary to be all that at the same time. I thought I was going to die a few seconds before a good man directed me onto a bit of road that was not covered in rushing waters. I was the first car. He was a lone man taking the time to keep the oncoming drivers safe, regardless of who they were. I wondered where he has going in the pouring rain that night without a rain coat. Perhaps he was an angel sent to save us all.
The next vehicle was loaded with black youths and as the door opened and they all pealed out with wide smiles, one of the young men said, with a fair amount of glee and a good deal of certainty,
"God is coming soon!"
Within no time the taxi was playing music. The rain kept coming down in sheets of wetness. I was trading cigarettes for beer with a German couple who were teachers and had a boot full of books they intended marking that weekend away.
We all got out of our cars. No one but me thought about crocodiles. We were near the crocodile farm and just a few weeks before this I had attended a lectures on the beautiful beasts. The guide said," when it floods they can go for miles..." They end up in swimming pools, mostly all get found and brought back, but what if they were lurking in the waters swirling around our little island?
The weather which woke me at some silly hour beginning with a three reminds me of that night. The wind reminds me of the judgments of the Lord and the book I am reading reminds me that God is coming soon.
My picture reminds me that my country is a praying nation and that more souls emerge and gather together in parks, under trees, sensing the time we are in.
Shall I make a big sign that reads, THE END IS NIGH?
I think not. Even the atheist senses it. It comes. On a horse. And it is time to make right the things of the soul and the connection with the Light of the Creator must be restored.
"I have decided to follow Jesus.... No turning back, No turning back...." A song from nursery school.
Jesus save you and bless you.