Exodus 18 v 18
Moses father in Law Jethro says to Moses........“ Both you and these people will wear yourselves out. This is too much for you, you are not able to do this work alone.”
There were cobwebs in the top corners of the walls in the room. They stretched down the walls in the corners and gave way to bare wood floor boards. The presence of flies inhabiting all the air space between the small table and the miniature stove gave the impression something was wrong at the deepest level. Four wooden chairs were pushed in tight under the table. On the wall were some old pictures of relatives, a felt picture of Jesus with a halo, a large hole in the plaster that looked as if someone had hit it with hammer for no reason other than frustration and a small shelf with a plastic Virgin Mary looking out the window. The window had a large crack from top to bottom.
The heat was almost unbearable and any question proposed about getting air conditioning would have evoked peals of laughter. The young teenage girl who served the coffee was very pregnant. This was her second out of wedlock child. As a minor without any prospect of marriage she had that sense of age that was not registered by flesh tones but that unconscious something that we can not explain empirically. Very soon the whole of her life would revolve around one central principle, survival.
The father of the home walked in. He looked like a human Buddha statue with an enormous extended stomach. He held an open bottle of beer loosely in his hand. He wore no shirt just a pair of track suit bottoms. His jet black hair was almost all shaved off because of the heat. He looked at the stove and the stew of vegetables that was brewing before him. His life of insecurity and inferiority had found an outlet in bullying women and children. Bruised faces, cut lips and broken hearts lay as a trail of testimony to his weakness. No one loved him and he loved no one.
His wife and surrogate mother who mended all the broken pieces his life produced, busied herself around the stove. Her long black hair was the only indication that she was twenty years younger than she looked. Her eyes were dead but she was breathing.
Another man walked in who was so thin that he had that last stages of starvation look to him. The tragedy of a life of chronic alcoholism seemed to cry out from his passive broken form. He smelt like he had been in a cell for a long time. There was no beauty at all that could be seen or felt in his presence.
Sitting at the table was a young man about 13 years old. In front of him was an open book. It was the Gospel of Mark in his own language. He looked at the pictures and then carefully read the sacred words of Jesus as He cast out a demon from a man in the Synagogue.
The boys father stopped just as he was going to drink from his bottle and looked at his son. The mother turned from her stove and stared at the boy as he read. For a moment the very pregnant sister found herself looking over her brothers shoulder trying to make out the sounds from the alphabet he was reading. The father spoke first, “What does that mean?”
The young boy looked up from the page at his father, then his mother and then his sister.
“ I do not know but we need someone to teach us because this is the Word of God.”
Also, unseen in the room was an angel. He smiled as he watched then drew a trumpet from a brown leather bag tied to his waist. He raised the trumpet to his lips and then blew a blast that caused heaven to burst into laughter and singing.
….........a young married woman in Virginia suddenly wakes up in the middle of the night and finds herself praying for the Bayash.
…......A man goes onto Paypal and sends a huge gift for the Bayash Bible translation.
........ a Church Elder board without fully knowing why agree to sell their new state of the art Church building and finance 100 new Gypsy Church buildings, three Bible schools and five years salaries for 20 Gypsy Evangelists.... They agree to start meeting in a tent and having a weekly prayer meeting......
…....Five young students decide to change their majors from money credits to Blood credits and start meeting to pray about establishing a youth community in a Gypsy village.
….........In a small North East African village a theological student finally breaks down and weeps and says to God, “ I give in Lord, I will go and be a missionary in Europe among the Gypsies.”
Hell-Gram date line September 2010
Immediate Release STOP Reinforcements Needed in Central Europe STOP The crazy one and dear you know who, have cracked the Jethro Moses key STOP Maybe Too Late STOP People praying STOP Bayash Harvest Imminent STOP Do we bring in the Istanbul Boys Or do we cut our losses and leave STOP Advise STOP
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