LITTLE COMFORTER OF CRISTOL PARK (FICTION?)

It was a very cold, hazy, harmattan evening; the waning sun, pale in the darkening sky.

I sat there, morosely; totally piqued at the whole, wide world.

I felt terrible that things were never the way they were supposed to be.

I was furious at the people I knew for being so disloyal and uncaring.

I was disgusted with those I did not know because they were oblivious to my plight.

I was worried at the burdens of guilt, sitting heavy upon my stooped shoulders.

I was affrighted at the bloody wars, haunting poverty and the spectre of death.

I was doubtful of God’s love for the human race.

I was caught betwixt Desperation and Despair, the cruel twins.

I wondered maliciously, if God existed anywhere in the terribly silent heavens.

I marvelled at the hopelessness of mankind’s existence here.

I scoffed at his unrelenting hope for a better life hereafter.

I despised the ‘haves’ for being satiated in their cold luxury.

I detested the ‘have-nots’ for being hopeful in their dejected state.

I was displeased with the fathers for pleasurably populating the earth with trouble-makers.

I was annoyed with the mothers for the sorrows they withstood, gently.

I raged at the oppression of the poor, widows, orphans and the handicapped.

I was so piqued that I was about to blow off my top once and for all.

Then I chanced to look towards my right side. Startled, I was. Seated on the bench by my side

Was a little boy, aged about ten, as dusk swiftly embraced the lonely park.

He was a stranger. I did not know when he had come to sit by my side.

He was gazing upon me with a warm kind of love and pity in his liquid brown eyes.

Immediately, I observed three sorry things about him, quickly.

He was horribly mangled by polio.

He was so frail and pale-looking.

He was so full of effervescing life and pulsing joy that it was painful to behold.

“Monsieur.

Why are you carrying about so much fire of hate and self-pity in your bosom?

When you only have to raise the jaded curtains from which you behold the world

To lighten and liven your world with the lamp of inexhaustible joy?

Look at me. My whole family was on the verge of despair.

But my unquenchable zeal, my indefatigable joy impresses them

So much that rather than mourn all they can do is celebrate with me.

Leukaemia. PAINFULL. Even though I say it!

A precious friend who has taught me to appreciate life’s little mercies more.

Polio. FRUSTRATING. Yes it is!

A dear brother who has led me to know the affection of heaven’s keen desires.

And here you sit, ranting at the whole world for being unfair and wicked?

Seeing that you are sound of mind. Sound of limb. Sound of hope.

Well, you need to see it from my perspective now.”

Yes. I had to. I tried not to. But I did. His eyes were gentle but ...

FORCEFULLY. He kept looking at me with those all-knowing,

All-seeing, soul-searching eyes of his.

“Come, let us pray awhile, good sir.”

My toes and fingers curled with the intensity of the shame.

My mind reeled drunkenly. I bowed my head in self-disgust.

He grasped my strong, work-roughened hands with his frail ones

Not allowing me to sink again into the miry bog of self-indulgence

And he prayed simply. He simply prayed. Heaven seemed to be straining at his

Quiet words, as Nature around us in the park did. Attentive.

I never knew Heaven was that close till I saw a plain, uncluttered heart

Utter the child-like but powerful words of redemption:

“Dear Lord of Life, Creator and the Source of all Mercies and Goodness-

Grant that Your Wonderful Light may illuminate the dark recesses

Of Your dear son’s aggrieved soul.

That Your Truthful Light radiate Your Love and Peace into the confused heart

Of Your beloved son. That he might learn to enter and walk in that Perfect Rest

Of Your Seventh Day Excellence. Now, may the bliss of all that it takes to know You

Totally suffuse his very essence until he becomes You

And You become him: Eternal. Amen.” I echoed the Amen.

I held onto his frail hands like a vice. He was gazing into my eyes

A tender smile playing around his lips - illuminating his pale, but peaceful face.

I felt as if a storm was being chased around within me;

A monstrous Goliath haunted by a little David and his shepherd’s sling.

And I fell to the ground, screaming, drawing him along with me

Holding on to those frail fingers in a vice-like grip.

His grip was surprisingly strong for someone so feeble-looking.

He kept looking into my eyes until I felt as if a great weight

Was suddenly lifted from my palpitating heart

And a great yoke was removed from my stooping shoulders. I wept.

I do not mean the gentle kind of weeping. I mean

The soul-dredging, heart-wrenching, mind-numbing, healing kind.

“You will be all right from now on. You’ll see. I’ll check on you later.”

He said, gently drawing his fingers from my hard grip, patting my shoulder

As he rose.

“Don’t go! Don’t GO!” I made as if to detain him. He shook his head

Eluded my grasp, with a smile and moved away, saying: “I’ll see you around.”

As I rose to follow him, so many questions, buzzing around my head

I felt someone tapping my shoulder from behind and I looked back in annoyance

I opened my eyes and met myself on the park bench.

It was getting quite dark now. The cool breeze was ruffling the flowers and the trees gently

I felt the breeze serenading my very soul. I could not dredge up hatred and despair

Any more. I was practically floating in relief.

It had been a dream all along. The old man who had tapped me on the shoulder

Was the park warden. He looked at me, not unkindly.

“You were muttering and gesticulating in your sleep and I guessed it was a bad dream.”

He squinted up at the clouds.

“The rain seems to be gathering its cloudy forces so rapidly.

It’s going to be a heavy one. Besides, it was getting quite dark, and

You need to go home now. It must have been a very hard day for you at work, not so?”

He looked at me closely. I avoided his eyes.

“Are you all right?” He asked, concern in his hoarse voice.

“Where...where is the...the boy?” I muttered stupidly.

“The boy? Which boy?” He was genuinely puzzled. It all poured out of me in a stutter.

“He was so frail and pale looking! He was ravaged by polio. So full of light and life!”

The old man’s face suddenly lighted up.

“Ah, so you too have seen the little Comforter of Cristol Park! How blessed you are!”

I was confused. “Little Comforter of Cristol Park? Who is he and where is he?”

The old Warden sat beside me and narrated a strange and thrilling tale to me.

“His father is the Vicar at St Paul’s Cathedral, yonder”

He pointed a gnarled finger at the looming tower in the distance.

“Everyone in this neighbourhood knew him quite well for he was the only son

Of the good Vicar and his lovely wife. Much beloved by the parishioners.

He was a cheerful, kind little fellow whose light of joy

Could never be quenched by any depression or situation. He took joy and comfort

Everywhere he went. People wanted to be around him, everywhere.

Unfortunately, from childhood, his body was ravaged by the polio disease.

He was also diagnosed with leukaemia at the age of seven. He spent a greater part

Of his time at the hospital when his mates were in school or at play.

However, all these had no effect on his natural force and his joie de vivre.

He comforted people, counselled those much older than him

 And led many people to Christ than you can ever imagine.

Till the end, he was an enigma, even to his own parents!

He died before his ninth birthday. His Dad said he passed on with a radiant light

Pulsing on his face. He promised to keep in touch. No one understood.

All that was three years ago. Now, once every quarter, it has been observed

People - sick, unhappy, depressed, suicidal and at life’s crossroads

Who have come to relax at this park have reported seeing him in their dream

If they dare to sleep off, lulled by the soothing breeze and serenity of the park.

As they ponder their lives and adverse situations.

Invariably, they always receive their healing, get solutions to diehard problems –

And of course, the salvation of their souls.

The snag is that although he comes here once every quarter

No one knows the particular day of the month he would come

Or the time of the day it would be. So the place is never thronged with people

Seeking for solution. He wouldn’t put in an appearance if they do!

It seems that the right person always gets to see him at the right time.”

He winked conspiratorially at me.

“When he was alive, little Peter used to spend time ministering to needy people

In this park when he came here to relax. This was his favourite bench.

He caressed the bench on which I was seated, musingly.

“Apparently, he has been keeping in touch as he promised.” The man grinned.

“It all jells,” I muttered in bewilderment. He prayed for me and I feel ... so free!”

I touched my chest and my shoulder, dazed. Tears were coursing down my face

Unbidden, unchecked. It was a marvel.

So much pain, yet so much love and so much selflessness.

Where were we, the spiritually handicapped, in the whole set up?

“That’s good, ole Tommy boy for sure!” chimed the old man in glee.

He wagged his forefinger at me. “Now, you go and give testimony in his Dad’s church.

It gives them peace to know that his sweet spirit is still doing the good deeds

He was always known for around here.

So long, dear fellow.” He sauntered away, whistling happily

Obviously, to continue with his duties.

Now, don’t you go asking me when and where this strange incident happened

For I will definitely not tell you.

However, all I can, indeed, tell you is that one good, old fellow

Told the story to me. And here I am, telling it to you too!

© Olujimi Jiboye March 2014

666: THE NUMBER OF A MAN: DIDN’T YOU HEAR THE WARNING?!

The Heralds of Salvation

 What do Noah, Lot and Jesus Christ have in common?
 They were heralds of salvation who were mocked, scorned, despised and rejected to the point of bodily harm - and Jesus Christ, with His messengers, is still being scorned and rejected today by those people who have independently made up their minds to be destroyed in what the Book of Revelations called the Winepress of GOD’s Fierceness and Wrath, which the wicked people of the earth shall drink to the dregs! “And as it was in the days of Noe (Noah), so shall it be also in the days of the Son of man. They did eat, they drank, they married wives, they were given in marriage, until the day that Noe entered into the ark, and the flood came, and destroyed them all. Likewise also as it was in the days of Lot; they did eat, they drank, they bought, they sold, they planted, they builded; But the same day that Lot went out of Sodom it rained fire and brimstone from heaven, and destroyed them all. Even thus shall it be in the day when the Son of man is revealed.” (Luke 17:26 – 30).

While warning His Disciples (and by extension, Christians across the ages), JESUS compared His Second Coming to:

-          The Days of Noah (Genesis Chapters 6 – 8) – the early world was so full of wickedness that GOD regretted creating Mankind. Despite several warnings by the Patriarch, Noah, no one listened to GOD; they mocked Noah and his Ark, hence GOD destroyed the world in the Great Flood – only Noah, his wife, his three sons and their wives (eight souls) escaped in the Ark, with a male and female pair of every other living creature!

-          The Days of Sodom and Gomorrah (Genesis Chapters 18 -19) – these Prosperous Kingdoms were so perverse and full of wickedness that GOD destroyed them totally with fire and brimstone from Heaven – only Lot, Abraham’s nephew, and his two daughters escaped! His wife was drawn by the sinful lures of Sodom and Gomorrah – she looked back ad turned into a pillar of salt – a symbolic warning for coming generations of backsliders and doubters! (Luke 17:32-33; Luke 9:62)

-          The Coming of a Thief in the Night (1 Thessalonians 5:1-11; 2 Peter 3:1-18; Revelations 3:3; Revelations 16:15) -

“But know this, that if the goodman of the house had known in what watch the thief would come, he would have watched, and would not have suffered his house to be broken up. Therefore be ye also ready: for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of man cometh.” (Matthew 24:43 – 44).

Christ used the symbolism of the “coming of the thief” so vividly to portray the suddenness and unexpectedness of His Second Coming (even as the Apostles Peter and Paul did too in the Bible references given above). His coming would definitely be unexpected. To paint a clear picture of the terrible tragedy that would befall the evil and unrepentant during his Second Coming, Christ, strategically drew our attention to the days of Noah and Lot – people were going about their normal carnal (fleshly, sensual, sinful, wicked, avaricious) deeds – eating, drinking, marrying wives, giving in marriage, buying, selling, planting, building, etc. - until sudden destruction came upon them because they refused to heed the warning of GOD through His Servants – the patriarchs. Rather, they mocked them, scorned them, criticized them and tried to do (even succeeded in some instances) them bodily harm!

By any chance, is this vivid scenery familiar to you in today’s 21^st Century ICT-driven age? People of today are just like people of those days in that they too eat, drink, marry wives, give in marriage, buy, sell, plant, build, destroy, lust, etc. We live in the Age of the Flesh – the number of Man (the flesh) is 666. Rather than celebrate the Awesome and Most Distinguished Immortal Personages of the Blessed Holy Trinity – GOD the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, they celebrate and reinforce the Unholy Trinity of the Flesh – Lust of the Eyes (6), Lust of the Flesh (6) and the Pride of Life (6) – the ultimate bane of unsaved, unredeemed mankind, beginning from the deception of Eve and Adam and the usurpation of their Principality of this World by Satan in the Garden of Eden!

GOD made man perfect (the Number 7 is the Spiritual Number for Perfection) because He created Him in His own image after His own likeness and granted him dominion, making him a god, a prince over the world He had made.

“And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion… (Genesis 1:26) “And God saw everything that he had made, and, behold, it was very good (Perfect). And the evening and the morning were the sixth day.” (Genesis 1:31).

Mankind was created from the dust of the earth on the Sixth Day, hence the Number 6 is the Number of Man or the Flesh. GOD created Man on the 6^th Day and He Rested on the 7^th Day, thereby drawing Mankind into His Perfection, into His Rest. Mankind rebelled against GOD by the Great Disobedience and he drew himself out of GOD’s Perfection (GOD’s Rest). Hence:

“And the LORD God said, Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know good and evil: and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live forever: Therefore the LORD God sent him forth from the Garden of Eden, to till the ground from whence he was taken. So He drove out the man; and He placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life.” (Genesis 3:22 – 24). The Cherubims and Seraphims are amongst the highest order of Angels. Satan himself was a cherub before his rebellion and fall.

“Thou art the anointed cherub that covereth; and I have set thee so: thou wast upon the holy mountain of God; thou hast walked up and down in the midst of the stones of fire.” (Ezekiel 28:14).

GOD took pity on Mankind, the crown of all His Creation and sent His only begotten Son, Jesus Christ (the Messiah) that whosoever believes in Him would not perish but have everlasting life;; such a person would be allowed back into GOD’s Rest (GOD’s Perfection) which Adam lost when he was driven by GOD out of the Garden of Eden and kept out by Cherubims with the flaming sword. Hence, the writer of the Book of Hebrews wrote:

“For he spake in a certain place of the seventh day on this wise, And God did rest the seventh day from all his works. And in this place again, If they shall enter into my rest. Seeing therefore it remaineth that some must enter therein, and they to whom it was first preached entered not in because of unbelief: Again, he limiteth a certain day, saying in David, To day, after so long a time; as it is said, To day if ye will hear his voice, harden not your hearts. For if Jesus had given them rest, then would he not afterward have spoken of another day. There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God. For he that is entered into his rest, he also hath ceased from his own works, as God did from his. Let us labour therefore to enter into that rest, lest any man fall after the same example of unbelief.” (Read Hebrews 4:1-16).

“And when the woman (Eve) saw that the tree was good for food [Lust of the Flesh], and that it was pleasant to the eyes [Lust of the Eyes], and a tree to be desired to make one wise [Pride of Life], she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband (Adam) with her; and he did eat.” (Genesis 3:6)

“And I beheld another beast coming up out of the earth; and he had two horns like a lamb, and he spake as a dragon. And he exerciseth all the power of the first beast before him, and causeth the earth and them which dwell therein to worship the first beast, whose deadly wound was healed. And he doeth great wonders, so that he maketh fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men, And deceiveth them that dwell on the earth by the means of those miracles which he had power to do in the sight of the beast; saying to them that dwell on the earth, that they should make an image to the beast, which had the wound by a sword, and did live. And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed. And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six (666).” (Revelations 13:11 – 18).

Wisdom is profitable to direct.

Peace and Love!