Happenings That Cemented My Faith In Christ Jesus...
Happenings That Cemented My Faith In Christ Jesus…
Those of you who have read my blogs know that I bleed my Christianity, and that I am not afraid to defend my faith, hopefully, even on the pain of death; and though I was raised by a grandma who was a Traditional Christian - meaning that if a given behavior was considered a Sin when Christ walked the earth in the flesh, it is still so now and forevermore - I was not a practicing Christian then. The journey, which is still ongoing, is one of epiphanies that have cemented my faith in The Man from Galilee.
One such epiphany took place while attending law school: I had multiple dreams where I saw someone, let’s just say his name was “C,’ who had died, and whom I went to high school with in Saint Kitts. I found it strange that ‘C’ would come into my dreams because we were not friends when he was alive because ‘C’ was from a wealthy family, and my interactions with him were that we shared a couple of classes and played on the same football (soccer) team… where I was the goal keeper. Anyway, in the dreams, ‘C’ would be simply smiling and not saying anything, and, as there is a Christ above, I asked the Lord that the next time ‘C’ came into my dreams… to allow me to ask him the most important of questions. So the next time ‘C’ did invade my dreams, I asked him what about Jesus? In asking ‘C’ to tell me about Jesus, his smile immediately disappeared and the dreams involving ‘C’ abruptly ended.
Three times, after the dreams about 'C' stopped, I had other dreams about those whom I knew, who had died: one such person I knew... we had worked together as security guards at a Brooklyn hospital, and ironically, he died when I was attending law school down in Ohio. When my dead friend and security guard came into my dreams, I asked him the same question – ‘since you are dead, what of Jesus?’ My security brother went away mad and did not invade my slumber anymore.
It is true that I never listened to the late rapper, Tupac, and that I only heard his music or as my sister would call it, his ‘flowing’ when she listened to him at our mother’s home. As a matter of fact, years later, my little sister would argue with me about Tupac being alive and well and living 'large' down in Mexico - akin to the same asinine arguments people have about Elvis being alive. Anyway, when Tupac came into my dreams, I asked him about Jesus and like ‘C’ and my security guard bud, he too went away mad - only that Tupac was more irate when I asked him about Jesus than the others.
1983 I was serving in the U.S. Army in Hanau, Germany, and, on a typical, weekday morning, we went on our five-to-seven mile run with our Sergeant Cantos, who hailed from Ponce, Puerto Rico. After the run, we were cleaning the barracks when our C/O came in and told us that Sergeant Cantos had died from a heart attack. Sergeant Cantos was a family man; he had a black belt in Karate; and he was always witnessing to us about Jesus. Now, I tell you about Sergeant Cantos to convey to you that years later, about four years ago, my Sergeant Cantos came into my dream… where I saw him playing Cricket… with others I did not recognize, but Louis Anderson, the comedian, all of whom were dressed in splendid white. When Sergeant Cantos saw me, he beamed… with my asking him that now that he was dead… what about Jesus?
After my eschatological query, Sergeant Cantos paused, smiled, and pointed to a hill where I saw this Supernova-like light moving toward us, which prompted me to start running away from the approaching light. On my way running away from the light, I saw this petite Black elderly lady - to this day, I do not know who she was - smiling and walking toward the Supernova-like light. I kept on running away from the light because in the dream, I heard myself saying, 'no one looks at God's (Jesus') face and lives.' The epiphanic lesson for me was that Jesus is Lord and that He used those dreams to cement my faith in Him and His Divinity. Incidentally, Sergeant Cantos has not returned to my dreams since that one time.
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