After 7 years of being a youth leader that God had used mightily to bless teenagers in a mission school, there was still a part of me that needed to experience the Lord. I knew it; I just did. It burned inside me day and night, and I just could not help but desire to behold His face, to look upon His countenance and to experience his presence. I had prayed and fasted intermittently for many months after my 30th birthday, yet, all I got from the Lord was a peaceful silence.
Of course, I knew He was seeing me; I knew He could hear me. I knew He was always right there with me, and truthfully, I discerned He needed my stillness.
It was the last week of December in the year 1960, 5 days to my wedding and as elated as I was, that burning desire to meet the Lord had resurfaced, causing me to enter a phase my fiancée often called 'holy anger'. I convinced myself to call it a 'holy hunger', but I could not also deny that I had gradually gotten ruffled inside.
"Lord! I'm not getting married if you don't show up!" I shrieked into my pillow one morning.
In my attempt to put God in a corner, I heard a voice behind me:
"Here I am, son!" My brother exclaimed, mimicking the fictitious sound of God's voice our parents used to demonstrate when they told us bible stories as children.
I threw my pillow at him and dashed to the washroom to find my alone moment.
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THE ULTIMATUM
SpiritualFollow the chronicle of a young man whose burning desire is met by a stillness an apparition and a kindling.
