Clocks In The Sky

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Nearly fifty-eight years ago an entire neighborhood witnessed a supernatural phenomenon in the sky: a gigantic white clock appeared in the heavens. I know this because I was there.

Being a young child of about five, I remember the crowd of people gathered in the street to observe this wonder. Neighbors came outdoors to view this huge timepiece hanging overhead (exhibiting roman numerals on its face) with their mugs of morning coffee in hand.  I saw the clock but my interest was primarily upon enjoying the free “street” play while adults discussed the significance of it all.

What really drew people’s attention was the placement of the clock’s hands.  The clock read five minutes to twelve.  I too noticed the hands’ placements, funny that at such a young age this captivated me. I recall my family pointing to it now and then as they conversed about its meaning with other folk in the community. The clock hung in the sky for most of the day and faded as the afternoon transitioned into dusk. If this marvel happened today it would go viral on the net!

Reader, stay with me a little while longer as I share the meaning of this true-to-life phenomenon.  I refer you to the story of The Ten Virgins (Matthew 25:1-10) in the Bible. I’ll briefly recap the highlights:

As they set out to meet the bridegroom, five virgins in this tale were wise and prepared by taking oil with them for their lamps. Five foolish virgins took lamps but neglected carrying the necessary oil. The bridegroom delayed in appearing and the virgins began to doze off. At midnight there was  a shout, “Behold the bridegroom. Come out to meet him!”  The women jumped up to trim their lamps and those who lacked oil asked for oil from those who had it. The prudent five said they could not spare it and suggested they go buy some. And, they hurried off to do so. Meanwhile, the bridegroom appears and ushers the ladies who were prepared to the wedding feast; and the door was shut.  Later, the foolish ladies return but are not given entrance to the banquet.  As the scripture reads, “Later the other virgins also came, saying, ‘Lord, lord, open up for us. But he answered, ‘Truly I say to you, I do not know you. Be on the alert then, for you do not know the day nor the hour.” (Matthew 12: 11-13, NASB)

I recently heard a message by Dr. Owuor, of Kenya on the appearance of a golden clock he witnessed in the sky on May 3, 2007. However, the timepiece he saw displayed one minute to twelve. (Spiritually, we must note the time refers to evening – midnight.) Four minutes difference is not much by human reasoning but in God’s timing it is significant. As Dr. Owuor states, that one minute tells us that the day is almost finished and the new day is beginning — when the clock strikes midnight judgement begins.

You may choose to believe it or not regarding the physical appearance of clocks in the sky. People who know me realize I am not one to fabricate stories to the amusement of readers, unless I state it as such. Dearest reader, I believe our access to heaven’s gate is narrowing. As a warning to all, God placed this supernatural image in the heavens to awaken us from our present sleep. True, no one knows but God when Christ will return; but, the clock is ticking.  Will you be ready for His return?  I pray so.

Chocolate Tears

Thou has given me sweet droplets of love.

Thou has given me sweet droplets of love.

I am drowning in tears.  Strengthen me as you promised.  Psalms 119:28

My last view of him was a vivid flash of purple as he closed the door behind him on his way out.  The purple being my anger and resentment toward his casual retort regarding my request.   Why did he have to be so hard-headed when it came to these matters?

I admit, I do tend to look at things with poignant scrutiny causing him to quickly access a situation as thespian in nature.  I have been somewhat of a drama queen in the past, but I have changed.  Truly.  There was a time when I manipulated my requests using schemes akin to the serpent’s cunning insidious methods of persuasion with Eve.  But, I HAVE changed.

Now the question is: am I wrong to make such a request of him?  What does he see that I do not?  I exam my motives and intentions over and over seeking the answer.  I sense a fever besetting me, bringing an overwhelming feeling of misery and dejection.  My hunger for his love is waning and my heart is suppressing my true desires for his affection.  I cry out for wisdom: where was the blame, God?

I wander the rooms aimlessly without intention or purpose.  Long gone is the undertaking of setting the house in order.  I glance out the window to see the sun climb from its morning abode casting dazzling rays of gold across my winter garden.  Bright specks create shimmering diamonds causing my heart to ascend and I clearly grasp my beloved’s resolution.

Why was I so quick and harsh with my words?  Was it so important I get my way, even at the cost of his devotion?  I silenced him using plausible argument, so it seemed.  As I reminisce the morning’s scene, I wince at my use of feminine designs to persuade and plot my desires.  He was no fool.

How can I rectify this quandary?  Can I right what was cast down and renew his faith in me?  I don’t deserve his devoted affection.  Yet, I know him to listen with an open heart.  He always forgives and sweeps me away with his admiration for my uniqueness, those traits he finds so endearing.  My faux pas has broken our trust.

As I wait for the evening to fall, I prepare for my lover’s return.  I dress simply, yet with the beauty of a queen draped upon my soul, as I plan to express my admission of guilt.  I cannot afford to let the sun go down upon this transgression of shame.

The door opens, he steps through bringing the last ray of sunshine with him.  As I look upon his silhouette, I run into his arms and quickly speak my apology.  He pulls back, gazing into my eyes.  He embraces me once again and ends with a passionate kiss of forgiveness.  I return his affection with fervor and delight.

Turning to lead him to our secret chamber, he gently tugs at my arm and swirls me around so that I see a small recompense for the morning’s dispute: a red velvet box of chocolates.  I tumble to the ground weeping because I do not deserve this reprieve.  This acquittal leaves me crying chocolate tears, sweet pieces of love in response.