It’d have been your birthday today! (Guy in yellow shirt) You are dearly missed. When the news of your killing reached me by a phone call, on September, Friday the 13th, my sunny day turned dark.
Everything spun around. For the rest of the lectures, my mind wandered. I was perplexed. I was angry. I was questioning God… I told Him, ‘but your word says you’ve given angels charge over us!’ Were the angels asleep on duty?..
I added frantically, ‘You said with long life you’d satisfy us! Does this look like long life?‘ I kept pulling scripture out like one who pulls out drawers in search for a coin.
I couldn’t believe it! I never registered it in my spirit! Vigil time came! I, Mary & Anita drove along. My relatives were so worried that I was going to move at night, “You want to move at night when they just killed that boy just here near where we stay!!”
Fear engulfed me. Everywhere I passed I saw a potential accident. Do you see how the devil can use occurrences and play on our minds?
Deep down there was a peace surpassing all understanding. Deep down there was a voice that said ‘It is well’, but I shoved them all away, giving none of them any attention.
“I have a crazy thought!” Anita said…” Let’s raise him back to life!”
“That’s exactllllllyyyy what was on my mind!” I screamed as I twisted behind my seat belt.
Mary agreed to the thought. No one was about to let you go. We’ve been reading all these books…about Andrew Wommack, who raised his son back to life after he’d been dead for 5 hours!
We were not going to throw that away! Jesus said these signs would follow us… He said We’d better than He did! He commanded us to raise the dead!
Perhaps this was a chance to test that! We reached the Wandegeya Flats, your aunty Lydia I had never seen so broken. She needed all the comfort she’d receive!
Before we joined the vigil officially, we sat back in the car and prayed for 12 minutes. We worshipped God. We quoted every scripture that guaranteed your life back.
We called you out of the mortuary just like Jesus called Lazarus up. I kept imagining the funeral arrangements coming to a halt by your resurrection. We continued to pray.
I recorded that session, so that we’d testify how we prayed for you and you got back to life! The night went on. I kept imagining phone calls and texts of your resurrection.
It’s not like you were any sick to die! You were perfectly fine…
Before I knew it, Saturday was here. I was still expecting you to show up. I found myself delivering financial condolences. Mary said she’d attend the burial the following day… peradventure you’d sit upright & out the coffin…
Sunday came & went, and I still went back to God with the same questions that began with why! I then received a word.
“Do not allow what you can’t make sense of, question what you know. Even if it might not have worked…His word still remains, that I have in me the same spirit that raised Christ himself from the dead.”
God continued to say, “You did what you knew you had to do in such a case.”
And till today, I still don’t believe you’re dead. Is this the same way, early Christians felt when Paul died, or when Peter went up the ghost. Your being alive…to me, I don’t know whether to attribute it to being one with God, or having the mind of Christ.
Perhaps this is how God feels, for your spirit is with Him now, so really there’s no such thing as you being gone to Him. Maybe He enables me to tap into his state thus sharing what He has in overflow with me!
There’s Hope. There’s Hope to that family member of yours who thinks you’re gone forever! There’s Hope to that friend of yours who wrote RIP on his Facebook timeline when he heard of your death.
I pray that this Hope meets them! This is Christ, who is described as the Hope of Glory. I having known that you are born Again comforted me. I know you just changed addresses.
To me, this Hope (Christ) gave me more Hope! This was it;
1 Corinthians 15:55 O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?
We are not bleak of where you are! We all shall be transformed to that very place. If we never knew what happened after death, then its sting really, could be in our hearts…making us grieve on & on.
But you are alive! A crown awaits you. We’ll carry on your legacy of love & selflessness, of care and dogmas of Christ, until Christ returns…
I still can’t wait to read your first blog…
Yes you are alive!
See you soon.
Yours faithfully,
Your Class monitor…
(Just to re-echo the moral of the story to you the reader; One; Death is not the end of us. Two; God’s word guarantees protection, long life & comfort. Three; God can share His emotions with you. Four; His word isn’t false. Five; Do what His word says you CAN do. Six; Having Christ guarantees eternal life which leads to… Seven; Eugen is alive!)
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