THE SEATED VESSEL FULL OF SOUR WINE
In my Father's house,
There are many vessels there.
Vessels of gold,
Silver, diamond, wood, clay.
But what is this vessel that I see here?
"Vessel of Gold" an angel replied.
"Really? That's great. Let's send it out to bring more vessels into my Father's house. With its beauty, it can attract and bring many into the house of my Father" The Lamb spoke with his sonorous voice that resounds in the heavenly quarters.
"Send it".
Whoosh! Like a speed of light,
Something flashed by my side,
And I was moved to another location.
"Where am I? Where is this place?" I asked.
No one was available to give me response
All I could just see was vessels
Numerous vessels
Gold, clay, silver, wood and diamond.
"What will these do by themselves?" I asked.
Like an answer to my question,
I saw a large number of people on a queue
With something that seemed like a bowl in their hands
Both young and old seemed to be on the queue.
I was shocked
"What is this? What are they going to do with their bowls and these vessels?" I asked.
Then I heard in my right ear "THEY ARE GOING TO DRINK"
"Drink? What exactly are in these vessels?" I asked curiously.
"WATCH AND LEARN"
They waited patiently like someone waiting for a call
SUDDENLY, I saw them moving
One after the other with their bowls which seemed neat and beautiful,
Moving towards the vessel with their bowls,
Dipped them inside and it seemed like they were drinking
What seemed to be inside the vessels.
I could read the joy and the excitement on their faces
As they drank what was inside the vessels.
I saw some weak and tired set of people on another lane
With their bowls, eager to drink of what was in the vessels.
As they moved and dipped their bowls in the vessels to drink,
I saw them gain strength instantly,
They could do things they were unable to do before.
I was in awe and was wondering "what exactly could be in these vessels?"
I saw yet another set of people who seemed poor and wretched,
All on a queue for another set of vessels but this time
They were without bowls but they carried bags.
As they dipped their hands into the vessels,
I saw them pack out gold coins, jewels, currencies
And placed them inside their bags one after the other
With joy written all over their faces.
I wanted to jump as well to join those on the queue
As it involves golden currencies
"Who doesn't want gold currencies?"
As I planned to join them,
I was moved to see another set of vessels,
Looking closely both far and near,
I noticed these vessels were six in number
And what seems to be inside of them - ENDLESS
These set of vessels I was made to look at
Had something different
They had beautiful fragrance
I saw the depressed, the fugitive, the wanderers,
The broken hearted, those who could hardly identify themselves, the mourners
All on the queue with nothing in their hands
All of a sudden, I saw the vessels all broke at the same time
And what seems like oil with different fragrance flowed out of them
Touched the feet of the people one after the other
As soon as it touched them,
They broke down in tears like they found something they once lost and they got it back
As the oil touched their feet,
They were transformed and renewed,
Though the vessels looked broken but they had their own purpose
I began to wonder "what happened to that one vessel the Father sent?"
I began to search for it
To see where it was.
Lo, and behold,
I saw it standing alone
Seated alone on an open field
I wondered and asked,
"What is this one doing here alone, when the rest are out there?"
It seemed like it was in a place not noticeable
It seemed like it was out of the world
"Why are you here? Your mates are in the spotlights. No one can come to you here?" I lamented.
Then I noticed the set of people on the queue, they were wounded soldiers, those who had been long gone but are searching for their way back home, the thirsty souls
The lost coin, the prodigal son, the lost sheep
Shocked and surprised as to why these kind of people are here to take from this loner, I observed
All on the queue had their bowls though dirty but their hands held the bowls in desperation for a new wine
I watched closely as they moved towards the vessel
As the first soul dipped the bowl inside the vessel to drink
Instead of its thirst to be quenched
I saw something different,
It went down to their souls,
IT WAS SOUR.
They were in pains as they held their chests
Like it was burning.
I wanted to help but I was stuck
They were like mad men in tears
Suddenly, after a while
I saw that they were all cleansed by the blood of what seemed to be the blood of the lamb
Their outfits were transformed and they were glowing
But this vessels still remains intact, unmoved
Then I remembered the prophet John's words,
"I am the voice of the one crying in the wilderness, prepare ye the way of the Lord"
"I am the voice of the one crying in the wildey, repent of your sins that ye may be forgiven".
Though hidden yet useful
I broke down in tears as I saw how the lamb loves all men
He made every vessel available to all men
He deposited several gifts in men to men
Find your vessel
Your vessel may be the one with the sour wine
It may seem he/she has no future
It may seem he/she has no money to offer
But what is in him or her, is the pathway to redemption and cleansing.
Find your vessel
Some vessels can be broken,
Unless they are broken, you can never drink from their well.
Allow the Spirit of God to lead you to your vessel
Don't dip your bowl inside the wrong vessel
It can be dangerous
Every vessel has its own purpose
Never compare vessels to one another
They are different.
Stop jumping from one vessel to another
Stay with the one appointed for you to drink from.
In consistency you will discover great virtues.
Remember the Samaritan woman,
She met her vessel seated by the well
An encounter with her vessel made the whole city believe in her vessel and in her as well.
You might just be the soul your vessel needs to announce him/her to the world
And when you do, you get more refreshed and renewed as your vessel digs deep into more depth.
"Every vessel serves its purpose"
Are you serving yours?
Do you barricade men from drinking from you?
Do you hinder them from getting what you have?
Because you fear they might steal it (that's if it can be stolen)
Remember, what you have is not yours
It was given unto you to feed all men
Make sure you allow men to eat from you
The more they eat from you, the more you dig into the depth of the one who gave them to you.
Even though you might be broken, you are still useful
In your brokenness lies the perfumed fragrance to heal men and give them hope again.
Remember the alabaster box whose fragrance filled the room
As it was poured on the feet of Jesus.
Every vessel has its purpose
Serve your purpose
Before you get replaced and lose your taste.
If you are feeding men,
Make sure you always go back to the source
To get refreshed
To get something new
Staying with the source, keeps you relevant for your generation.
Stay in touch with the source no matter how useful and powerful you may be.
You are made to create more vessels for the Father.
Stay in touch!
©Miss ewaoluwabomi
@miss_ewaoluwabomi
©Pen of a ready writer
©2024.
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