The color of the sky in the world of a mystic may indeed be a different shade of blue. But that blue is a blue brought lapis and cobalt through the bending of light through the eternal lens of God’s Word.
Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths.
~Proverbs 3:5-6
So, i packed the items in my bag and began waiting to see what He was about to do in Jamaica.
To be continued…
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We landed in Kingston, worked our way through a fishing village, a stop at a patty shop, and on to St. John Bosco Boys’ Home in Mandeville parish. All along the way i sensed the crushing bondage that boredom can bring to a poor country. On the surface, it seemed that nothing worked here. The roads, the houses, the economy… Where do people shop, work, live, go? How do they get where they’re going?
Everything in the third-world is like a train-wreck that is still happening in slow motion. Regardless, it is imperative for an american to wait for the effect of these false flags to pass when landing in a place like Jamaica. Where there are people, there is life and there is hope and an unfolding story. We just don’t know how to immediately read things in the language of the developing world.
Anyway, we get to St. John Bosco Boys’ Home and unpack. We spent time touring the place, team-building, playing with boys, and eating. Early in the visit, i was in the dining hall and Sister Mimi was sitting at a table.
Sister Mimi is a battle-hardened nun in the Sisters of Mercy. She has spent decades on the tip of the spear, simply loving, disciplining and raising Jamaican lost boys – 200 at a time – in the mountains of Jamaica. If you are at all impressed, double that impression and you are starting to get a feel for the presence of this soldier of the cross of Christ. She and her co-worker, Sister Susan just ooze faith in G_d. It is an earthy, friendly, salty faith born of hurricanes, pig and chicken farming, and the daily reminder that they cannot do any of this work without G_d coming through for them daily.
In my spirit, i sensed that Sister Mimi was the point of contact for Michael. In the physical, i didn’t even know if i was in the right place. Bluntly, i had no clue. But, in Him, i just knew… So, i approached this warrior nun and got her attention. i just went straight at it.
“Sister Mimi, i’m not sure how to ask this. But, i just sense that i need to.” And Sister just nods. “Is there a Michael here? i believe i’m supposed to meet him.”
The answer stopped me in my tracks. She answered like she knew what i was talking about, “Yeah, he’s here.” And she turned back to her conversation at table.
Oh my. What a moment. Couldn’t wait to see how this was about to unfold.
Eternity is about to be different. His name is Michael.
Suddenly I feel myself transformed and changed; it is joy unspeakable. My mind is exhilarated; I lose the memory of past trials; my intelligence is clarified; my desires are satisfied. I grasp something inwardly as with the embracement of love.
~Hugh of St. Victor (1096-1141)
