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02/12/2022

DEREK

Derek started his legal career in his mid-twenties and after about a score and ten years, his net-worth had surpassed everyone in his grade.

The finest of attorneys in Ontario and neighbouring states recourse to the legal luminary for master strokes when ideas take flight.

The egghead makes courtrooms quake with ardent appearances and even meditates for nations.

On the surface, Derek is in the class of the successful. But deep within, several vital pieces are missing from his life.

He'd lost his parents and only sibling in a road crash at a very tender age; without a good guide, he grew to believe a lie from the pit of hell that says - 'to get to the peak in his career in law or amount to anything in life, he must belong to the Penguins Occult'.

Derek joined up in ignorance, became famous and amassed stupendous wealth,but nothing else worked in his life.

After two short-lived marriages with Casandra and Lilian, Derek left the marriage scene for the married.Both women think that nothing else matter to Derek other than his work and pursuit for money.

Bereaved of inner peace, Derek devolves into habits that point towards self- destruction. After work,he usually rocks the city in exotic cars with a retinue of strange women to keep his company.

Hopping into the city's Lounges,clubs and pubs for scotch and Ci**rs became a routine.

This lavish lifestyle swallows ample portion of his income, but Derek was more concerned about the immediate benefits it brings to him.

Derek had been on this matter for a while now, and victory is in view because the judge is likely to abjudicate the case for lack of merit,but on this sitting, something is evidently amiss.

His sp*ech is flawed with spasmodic repetition. He is having a hard time articulating his thoughts and getting his arguments through.

Everyone in the courtroom is bewildered on seeing almighty Derek struggle to catch his breathe while he talked.

Moments later, his vision had become woozy. He blacks-out and his bulky body hits the ground before anyone could get close.

The emergency situation was rushed to Sensenbrenner health center.
Rumors went out that Derek was dead. The Medical Director pulled out of the Intensive Care Unit to clear the air and told the pressmen about the successful palpitations that jump-start Derek back to life and ongoing efforts to stabilize him.

At this point, Derek relied soley on an oxygen mask to breathe.

After two days, Derek is partially back on his feet. The Medical expert linked the cause of the renal failure to reckless living. Derek's kidneys have gone bad. He would be hospitalized for a while. The Medical Director made it clear that, if he opts for a surgery, his chance of survival is increasingly slim.

Alone in the Private Ward without a family or friend, Derek weeps.He picks a free copy of the Holy Bible that was donated to every bed in the clinic by a Charity organization as 'The Gideons' and perused it.

Not long into the scriptural readings, he felt an emptiness within that nothing in this world could fill. He knew he needed to reconnect with his maker.

His Bible believing care giver didn't hesitate to minister the word of God to him, and lead him to the safe life that is found only in Christ Jesus.

Derek is well aware that his days are numbered. Surgery was not the way to go,so the doctors gave their best to manage his condition.

The Lord extended Derek's life by four years even with the " bad kidneys".This defied all medical postulations .

Derek spent most of those days excitedly telling everyone he meets about Jesus Christ until the day he slept in the Lord.

11/11/2022

THE LAST PUFF

It's 12:05pm on a sunny Tuesday,the arid climate and power outage shot-up the room temperature to somewhere near 30°.

The intense weather will drive anyone crazy,but it didn't matter to Abike who seem more interested in tying up loose ends with the one who was there before the beginning of time.

Laying face the ground on the red rug and holding-up a packet of cancer sticks which belongs to her husband, she makes groanings which couldn't be uttered.

She tarries, pouring out every worry that h'd clogged her innermost core.
About three hours later, Clifford walks in and meets his wife crashing-out in their stuffy sitting room.

At this time, the electricity supply was restored so he put on the air conditioner and shuts the windows to lock- in the chilling air.

He lifts her gently and lays her on the couch in a bid to make her more comfortable,just then,she wakes and smiles to him.

Clifford has been a sweet man in the four years of their marriage and there is no shadow of flinching. But Abike has lost sleep since the day she saw him give up the ghost in a near-reality dream she had.

The Dreamland doctor also hinged the unreal demise on smoking related activities. But he won't heed her advise to quit his age long habit.
Clifford returns from the kitchen with two glasses of cold juice.

He hands Abike one glass,picks his cigarette pack from the ground where Abike h'd left it and moves to sit at the dining area with his drink to enable him smoke unhindered.

In a moment, the smell of burning to***co filled the air. Abike's eyes stayed on him like one waiting to see a miracle but nothing happened.
Clifford's puffs were smooth and in no time he was done with one stick and reaches for another.

Abike gives up and turns to bury her face in the couch as her fervent prayers seemed ineffectual.
Clifford gusts more vapour out of his nasal and buccal cavities.

In-between times,he sneezes to free the congestion in his head.
The frolic which spanned for about ninety minutes couldn't lift his mood. He was pissed-off,he quenches the last stick abruptly from which he had dragged just once.

Clifford takes a long-look at the many filters in his ashtray,some were totally burnt up, other sticks were partially smoked ( maybe two or three drags).

Abike gets up to fix dinner and could see her husband critically examining his dentition that was loosing it's sparkle, using his phone camera as mirror.

She moves closer to him and looking at the ashtray,she sensed something rather strange and different. Abike inquired- " Cliff is something the matter? why would you light those ci******es if you were not in the mood to smoke them?".

Clifford looks at his wife and bowed his head in shame. For once, it seemed like a scale fell off his eyes. He became fully conscious to see the he had put himself in harm's way for so long. It also beat his mind as to how his beautiful wife had manage to put up with the wretch he h'd become.

Abike had never seen her husband like that, so she probed further until Clifford muttered " I think I'm done with smoking for good".
She couldn't believe her ears until he repeated the lines coherently. She pulls him up and buries herself in his arms with closed eyes.

Then, the Holy Ghost brought to her remembrance that her supplication from earlier had been granted.
She pulls out of his arms ,looks keenly into his eyes and hugs him again, this time, tightly with smiles from ear to ear.

That was indeed his last puff. Clifford's miracle was permanent. Every member of that family accepted Jesus Christ as Lord and savior.

23/10/2022

THE VIOLENT

Trouble! Greg's heart has defied every effort to retain quiet.

It palpitated and raced in several directions that led to no where .

He drops his screwdriver and the microphone he's been working on and sits still, alone in the church auditorium,then tuned to heaven's channel; praying in the spirit.

After about fifteen minutes of spiritual jabbering,in something that looked like an open-vision he saw himself still sitting in the same position but this time the auditorium was full with congregants.

In the active service,some carried neck breaking luggages on their head,some had tears in their eyes,some had blood in their hands, only a handful were without the afforementioned.

His attention sharply tilts to the entrance door to witness a rowdy hellish incursion.

The elements dressed like militants invade the church with knives, clubs and other dangerous arsenals.

The loud noise they made and the nerve crippling weaponry they posses should have been potent enough to not only disrupt the service but put everyone to fright flight.

They surrounded the entire congregation within the shortest time and with fierceness they looked at the unsuspecting people.

Mayhem will be unleashed in no time, but it seemed as if they were waiting for one to come and give a go-ahead.

While in wait,some of the attackers urinated,some deficated in the arena.

The open vision wipes out.
Greg is back alone on the same spot, utterly mystified about what he had just seen. Tons of questions popped in his mind, begging for answers.

Top amongst the questions are:
Who are these militants?

Why the church?

Why was no one else in the congregation sensitive to the happenings of the time?

What must be done to avert this looming danger?

Why him?

14/10/2022

A CHURCH IN THE WOODS

The gruesome tussle in Tako woods to rescue Damian from the clutch of the nine- hundred pounds grizzly bear leaves Alvin fatally imbrued.

After dropping Mrs Linda; Mr Alvin's wife at the airport, Alvin and his teenage son Damian criused through the smooth tarred lanes of Tako woods in their yellow 2018 model,Mini-Cooper .

Damian pleads with his father to pullover for some quick photo shots in the woods. Alvin applies the brakes that grinds the the automobile to a halt in response to his son's request .

The lad jumps out and heads for the rare with his smartphone and selfie stick, while Alvin took the moment to take a p*e about three yards away.
Seconds later, Damian's brisk panic outburst cuts through the air "DadDDdddddy......" giving Alvin a heads-up of lurking danger.

He turns and sees his beloved son struggling between the strong paws of the frightful beast standing about 10 feet tall.

Frozen by fear and bereaved of ideas,Alvin watches the dark brown,dished faced and large shouldered hump bear move it's bulky body meters away,farther into the forest with Damian who's voice was waning.

Alvin summons courage to chase after the grizzly bear and at a close range with utmost precision he strikes mammal somewhere near it's spine using the thick dry mahogany branch he h'd picked up from near where he parked the car.

The pained beast abandoned dead Damian and fiercely advances towards Alvin. The showdown left Alvin totally incapacitated with profuse bleeding from cuts he sustained from the grubby,razor sharp nails of the bear.

Alvin lays still, unable to lift a finger but with opened eyes he mopes at the bear tearing Damian to pieces, ripping up everything edible; flesh and tendons until it had it's fill and went it's away.

Sorrowful Alvin passed out.
He wakes up on a dewy morning to delighted faces of the caucasoid stock. These people lived humbly in a Serene,small and purely agrarian community.

The architectures were modest decked-cabins made from reddish-brown mahogany wood. They were extremely friendly and spiritual with appointed prayer and study times at different hours of the day.

Alvin still couldn't talk but he could see and hear.His principal deduction from their arts of kindness and care in that state, is that the people are true believers.

Linda came for her husband two days later in Tako woods after she had heard about the ordeal.
There was no doubt that she misses Damian but she was more thankful for Alvin's life with hopes in God for divine replacement.

Linda was quite pleased with the natural methods they adopted in treating Alvin who was healing fast and on the therapist's advice, she allowed some more days in the woods before they went back to town.

During their stay in Tako woods they enjoyed God's word in its purest form everytime it was served .it came with power.

It was morning on the 6th day, Alvin is back on his feet, after breakfast of fresh veggies and fruits they were set and escorted out of the community by the people.

Curious Linda asked how the community came to be.

The old Rabbi in his late sixties, told them that they were forced to leave the cities to build their own community, when they could no longer keep up with the irregularities that found its way into the city churches.

He expresed deep concerns about how Christian values have been watered down by some so called "church leaders" who have turned the body of Christ into business entities, thereby clearly deviating from the truth that the church stands for. He sums it up with Christ's teaching about his house being a place of prayer and not a den of thieves.... somewhere in Lk 19:46.

The couple could relate. So they promised to visit the church in the woods from time to time with hopes that there won't be any bear attacks.
Linda took the driver seat on their way back to town. Alvin turns on the car radio, coincidentally,the presenter on air was talking about the recapture of a stray bear from the town zoo.

The couple were certain that it was the same bear that had attacked them and killed their son, while they were yet conversing ,a truck carrying a huge cage had the beast binded hands and feet in it.

The couple looked at each other and heaved a sigh of relief. Linda faces forward and raises the throttle .

10/10/2022

BISHOP ART

Bishop Art is the custom name nicely crested at the bottom of every work of art in Victoria's Gallery, which is situated right on the steep to the left from the entrance into Bishop Joel's Close.

The Close was named after Victoria's father,the revered Bishop that has passed unto glory.

It's a usual day panning out in an unusual way.

At 8:45am Victoria is alone with her thoughts in the chilled gallery sipping herbal tea from her brown mug and listening to a song she h'd put on replay - 'Fill me up' by Tasha Cobbs.

The tune played from the Dolby surround speakers buried in the walls adorned with exquisite paintings.

Looking through a portion of the beautiful drapery that covered the large glass window frame, Victoria could sense affluence from the stock of people that alighted from a clean eighteen seater coach.

They filed into the gallery; twelve of them and got a warm welcome from Victoria. After a brief interaction, she gathered that they are tourists and art collectors who checked in to see her works.

They fell in love with the grace,style and finesse of Victoria's finished works. She had only thirteen art pieces left in the studio as at the time they came in and with light in her eyes, she spoke softly about what each of them represents not forgetting to receive every compliment with a smile that revealed her dimples and sparkling dentition.

Within minutes,each one of her twelve guests paid for a piece and promised to be check again. Victoria made plenty money from the buy ups that day and on their way out, the elderly woman amongst them pulled back and whispers to Victoria...

" great music( referring to the song on replay),how about promoting Jesus with your art works? I'll gladly buy some... Just my thought though" .

She hurries out with a grin like one that have been relieved of a burden.
Victoria returns, standing before her adjustable painting board, she twirled her paint brush through her fingers, her mind was cumbered with the concern of the aged woman.

Swallowed up in guilt about how she profess to be a child of the Almighty and have never considered that her works reflect Him, Victoria deeps her paint brush randomly into the paint containers and with impressive dexterity, she painted the text that reads 'JESUS IS LORD'.

When she was done, it didn't come out as she h'd expected. So she continued mixing colors to paint the same words on different sheets without keeping track of the time.
She finally drops her paint brush at about 8:45pm when the slightly loud music that had been playing all day was abruptly stopped by her brother Festus who came by the gallery to understand what must have kept his elder sister so long.

She sulked all through the ride home and wouldn't say a word to him.
At the gallery the next day , Victoria had a contorted facial expression that could be traced to the sad feeling from yesterday.

She hadn't even cleaned the gallery. Papers,empty and half full paint containers, brushes were littered everywhere. Then she picked one of the works from yesterday which she wasn't so pleased with and all of a sudden it looked like heaven had breathed on it . The painting came alive.

She opened each of the seven paintings she had made and they were all amazing in her eyes. So she spent the entire day framing them nicely. Afterwards made crisp photos of each of the artful write-ups and published them on her social media page.

Before midnight all the photos recieved likes in thousands and in the comment session many people placed orders that led to the buy up of the entire artworks the next day. This had never happened.

Further testimonies emanating from the potency in those paintings enthralled Victoria in awe of the Almighty God. People talked about how after seeing the painting,they had life transforming encounters in their sleep. Some said their houses were rid of evil only because the photo hung on their walls. Many got healing and deliverances also.

Victoria was invited to several radio and TV stations to talk about her works. She got contracts to mass produce the write-ups with the original crest, when many were trying to flood the markets with counterfeits of the similar image.

Victoria was honored by the body of Christ and Noble Foundation for outstanding achievements in promoting the message of Christ which is the message of peace.

09/10/2022

THE WRONG DOOR

In a flash, almost everyone on Jida lane were swayed into panick .Worrisome exclamations rented the air with the people's hearts in their mouths and hands on their heads.

It was clear that the red Lexus 350 had lost control. At top sp*ed, the vehicle skids off the nylon tiled dual lane, tumbles twice westward and rams right into the fruit sellers's kiosk where Kenneth(34) was leading William(30) a new convert to Christ.

Kenneth is unhurt,not even a scratch. But William and the fruit-seller are badly hit.The people rushed in to save the situation. On their arrival, the fruit seller breathed his last.

The teenage driver with his brown tinted dreadlocks alights from the car utterly confused. He may be needing a neck collar from the manner he held his neck. The blood dripping intermittently from his forehead quickly colored the white designer round-neck top he had on.

Kenneth and the well-meaning individuals turn their attention to William who is bleeding all over .They were encouraged to whisk him to the nearest hospital for proper medical care because his heart was still pulsating.

Hours later, Willam is on drip. His wounds have been stitched.He is breathing but unconscious. Kenneth's wife, Marylynne holds hands with her husband, agreeing solemnly in prayers. The Kenneths' were full of thanks to God for life and quick recovery for William who was just a few weeks old as a job seeker in their community.

While they yet prayed, William's left foot twitched unnoticed by the duo.
William is visibly in a comatose state, but his inner mind snaps woke in a trance. He is faced with a massive crowd all dressed in sackcloths and in an extremely rowdy atmosphere.

He listens carefully to the people, but couldnt pick anything familiar from their gibber. He noticed a few people that were sombre amidst the crowd.
After a while, a whistle blew very loudly which threw a big gate open and the multitude ran towards the open gate.

William saw himself and about twelve people who didn't go with the crowd. He was certain that they were amongst those that were quiet in the crowd.

Another door opens to William's right and the people inside the room were many. They beckon on William and the few others to join up. They did. Soon as they entered,the door slams forcefully.

The stadium-like room was peaceful and well lightened with a very big stage that had an empty Royal Seat made with gold which shiny nature is unrivaled.The people worshiped with slow songs in a language William understands. He joins in the worship when it became evident that the Elohim (although not seen) was hovering in their midst.

There was a distraction from the other camp where the multitude had ran into. William heard the groove of a very loud sound coming from there. He wanted to experience both rooms so that he will make a choice on where to belong.

So while others worshiped,William walks towards the door that opened on it's own Accord. Soon as he was out,the door jams against him. All he heard this time was the amplified glorious worship onto the I AM pumping from the room he just exited.

He takes a lone walk towards the big gate where the multitude were and hears intense crying,pains, wailings and then a scary laughter that overshadowed the people's voice. He was terrified and runs back to the door of the room where they worshiped Jehovah but the door was permanently shut this time.

He hits the ground crying, after a while, a wild wind came and swept him up,tossed him about roughly and threw him into a hollow channel. The dust that infiltrated his nostrils filled his head and forced him to sneeze back into reality.

His eyes were open as he quietly tries to reconnect with reality.Kenneth is alert, he taps gently to wake Marylynne who was dozing off already to see what the Lord had done.

William was mute for about five days even after being discharged, though he could hear.

On the fifth day, he was able to hear his own voice again, from thence he committed to utilize his second chance well by living all his days in the service of the Almighty so that he can make it through the right door.

06/10/2022

THE BLIND SEER

Pulchritude, stunning are the available words to describe her.

She steals the moment with every step, as she walks into the beautiful and quiet garden holding hands with a grey-headed man in blue,who looks almost twice her age.

The striking facial semblance must have revealed to Jim and other onlookers that the man could be her father and yes ,they are correct.

They sit comfortably on the wooden seats that were sparsely distributed within the park to allow people enjoy some privacy in the open.
Mr Thompson hands Geraldine his daughter the wooden box guitar he had in his right hand,pecks her on the forehead and went away.

She nods and smiles in his direction as he leaves, while adjusting the hat made from raffia that compliments her blue designer outfit.

Jim,sitted about 60 meters away was on the 25th page of his 200 paged book and his attention hadn't flinched since the melanin skin tonned lady on dark shades arrived. He watches her tune the guitar and contemplates on how to spark a Convo.

She picks a key and runs a smooth scale on the strings, every note was pleasant and many hearts were set at ease.The breeze became gentle as she plays on and then the people drew nearer to her.

Geraldine is lost in the heart of music.
Her fingers move with utmost dexterity, strumming the guitar rhythmically.

It was as if something else had taken over her entirety, then she bursts out with tongues of fire and made melody in the Holy Ghost.

Everyone under that atmosphere caught the fire and began to pray and manifest in the spirit of the I AM.

The atmosphere was still charged when Mr Thompson returned with a package.He was amazed.Though music had stopped .Geraldine was yet ministering deep spiritual truths to the people that gathered around her.Jim and many others present were moved to repentance. A few eyes were seen dripping with tears as they heard timeless prophecies that resonates with their realities .

Mr Thompson clears his throat to register his presence when the spiritual atmosphere became really calm and said " it's obvious that everyone here is refreshed in the spirit.I will plead that we all walk in this newness. Now y'all will join me celebrate my only child and daughter, Geraldine's birthday. "

The cherry audience made joyful noise.

Geraldine got hugs from everyone while Mr Thompson got help to slice the cake into sizeable portions for an easy munch. Disposable cups were shared so that everyone present could get a drink.

Jim's special renditions coloured the air while the celebration went on and made the party lit.

Mr Thompson took a moment to look at Geraldine his blind daughter who was in her mid twenties and was having a good time on her birthday with some new and old friends and marveled at the greatness of God .

'He wondered how many people with physical eyes and ears are dull of spiritual sight and hearing.'

He gave thanks to God for Geraldine and took a gulp of the sweet fruit wine.

03/10/2022

DANIEL F.O.J STREET

Daniel is the 23 years old coolheaded guy that once headed the ICT department of one of the biggest firms in the Philippines.

He lost his job, family members,fiance, friends and life savings due to a rare medical condition that inflamed his skin with tumours which have deferred every treatment and prayers.

Unbelievers who heard him preach and pray in the city corner using Jesus's name wondered if they should believe the aspect of his message that says 'Jesus Christ heals'.

So, it was a case of ' physician heal thyself '.

Despite Daniel's affliction his love for the Lord Jesus Christ and the propagation of his gospel was unflinching.

One day while he preached using a public address system,the entire people in that area gave him audience,it was unusual for him and when he was done, to his amazement,many people came to him and gave their lives to Christ.

He continued preaching daily as a routine and people came to testify in between times that they got their healings and deliverances while he ministered .

After every testimony Daniel gives glory to the Lord,but wonders why the same Jesus could not do anything about his worsening skin condition that has made people stand yards away from him to avoid contracting the disease.

So one day he found peace in the scriptures which is the word of God in Romans 8:35 "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?"

He made a resounding proclamation, " Nothing... Oh ..nothing... nothing shall separate me from loving Christ...wether he heals me or not... I will love him to the end ".

From thence, his vigour for evangelism multiplied. The people acknowledged him as their priest,loved and nicknamed him Daniel the Friend of Jesus or (Daniel F.O.J ).

He continued in faith with the walk of love and passed on to glory a day before his 24th birthday.

The street where he preached every waking day for about 365 days was later named after him DANIEL F.O.J STREET.

30/09/2022

MARTHA

It's 5PM.
Martha,Dave's finance calls in to check up on her husband to-be and on his friends, especially those coming from far and to remind Dave that she may not be available to take calls much later, as she would be having a prayer meeting with the girls into the night.

Tomorrow is Dave's big day. Some of his friends have just arrived and are settling in,amongst them are his groomsmen. About eight of them were lodged in a luxurious suite where enjoyment was hundred with plenty food and drinks to go. Their chit-chats and laughter from the third floor could be heard on the ground floor of Beverly Hotels and suites.

Dave's head began to ache slightly, possibly because of the day's stress of planning. He quietly drops his glass of fruit wine on the center table and excused himself to catch some rest before the before the bachelor's eve bash his friends arranged and have mandated him to be in attendance, slated for the twenty-second hour.

Dave enters his room,bolts the door and ran the shower. When he returned from the bathroom,he sensed something strange. The air conditioner was not on neither were the windows open, so he wondered where the gentle breeze that filled the room came from, such that the white synthetic yarn that served as window blinds moved slowly and gently in consonance with the way of the wind. His heart raced. He mutters Jesus silently but repeatedly and after a few seconds everything calmed.

He sits on the couch and tries to understand what just happened and while in thought the breeze came again ,this time more forceful than the former.

He freaks out and began to scream.He couldn't even hear his own voice at its loudest. He struggles to move from his seat, but something more stronger than him seem to hold him down and so he stopped fighting and became still. In that moment, the atmosphere changed before his very eyes.
Cloud formed and filled the room such that he couldn't see even himself. He opened his eyes and closed it intermittently wishing that it was all a dream but it wasn't. His nostrils caught the amazing fragrance that colored the air. That beautiful scent can only be best described by angels.

Dave was still very calm on the couch in the clouds when he heard a voice that could only be Jesus's saying " BEHOLD MY BELOVED DAUGHTER, IN WHOM I AM WELL PLEASED". He raises his head and opens his eyes which had been bowed and shut in fear, and lo,his bride to-be, Martha appears,and was held by the image of a man who dazzled with extremely bright lights that forced Dave to shut his eyes. But he was so certain that he caught a vivid glimpse of Martha and could repeat every jot of what audible voice said to him before the vision fizzled out.

The room was back to it's original state. A gaze at the ticking table-clock brought to his consciousness the idea of time. It was a few minutes to 7AM of the D-Day, just about two hours before the commencement of the Christian solemnization of holy matrimony. He smiles and shake his head slowly in awe of the mighty God,then he realized that his wife to-be is divine.
He ran to check on his friends in their rooms, they were getting dressed, some were disappointed that he didn't show up for the party they had arranged and when he asked why they did not come to check on him,the told him that they tried to, but from his door,they could hear him praying so they let him. He smiles without a word and runs to dress up.

They exchange vows before the high priest in the presence of the congregation. Everything the priest was saying didn't matter ,all that Dave could hear and see is the Jesus in Martha.

Martha winked at Dave to catch his attention and bring him back from wonderland,her efforts failed as Dave looked deeper into her eyes ,she wondered what the matter could be, so she tapped him softly to honor the priest's requests to 'kiss his bride' the very part the people were waiting for.

Dave snapped into reality in response to her tap and heard the congregation from every corner cheerily saying.... "don't keep us waiting,kiss your bride..kiss your bride..kiss your bride don't keep us waiting....he looks at the priest who motions with a nod and a smile that he should go ahead, he hugs Martha,looks into her eyes and excitedly locks lips with her,then again he perceived that exact same breathtaking fragrance from his vision he had earlier. He unlocks his lip, smiles and said to Martha
" thank God I found you".