His father gave up all hope as soon as he was born
He was premature, as black as sooth and looked terribly deformed
His breathe came in short bursts
Like a diver lost under the sea, drowning in a world alien to him
The doctor told his mother he wouldn’t last the night
It was a bitter pill for his mother to swallow
She had waited for many years to have a baby
And to have one and lose him so soon was the cruelest thing of all
She turned away from the doctor and sobbed silently
Death and life were no strangers to the doctor
The signs were unmistakable
The baby would die, of that there was no doubt
It was only a matter of time
The doctor left
His father also left to prepare his grave
At least nobody will refer to them as barren again
They had given birth to a child
Even if he didn’t last an hour
They can only hope to bear another
After preparing the grave he returned
The child was still breathing
Slowly and in spurts but breathing all the same
Minutes turned to hours
At a point he started opening his mouth
His mother beckoned to his father to bring him
He was hungry
He needn’t die of hunger
He took to the milk and he calmed down a little
His mother’s family members came around
They had heard the prognosis
They came to support to their daughter
They gathered around the mother and her suckling child
That was the very moment the child gave up the ghost
The mother screamed as he went still
"Oh my! Is he really gone?"
His father took him from her and went into the night
He laid him beside the grave
Said a prayer
Carried him and showed him to the heavens
As he lowered him carefully
The child screamed to life
His voice drowning the silence of the night
His father took him back to his mother
“The little one has decided to stay for at least one more hour”
Hours turned into years
As he grew, the doctors continued to diagnose and predict his death
He wouldn’t last the year
He had a heart condition
He lasted the year
He wouldn’t ever live to see five calendar years
He wouldn’t live to become a teenager
He defied their prediction again!
At sixteen, he became bedridden
His fragile heart couldn’t take the toils of life anymore
He had used up his share of the life he got from the first Adam
As he progressively retrogressed
His grandmother gave him a Bible to read
To ease his passing
With nothing else to keep him company, he read the bible
He began to see that there was another life
A better life than the one he had in heaven!
Oh let me die, he thought, let me see my God in glory
But then he read that the life he longed for in heaven
Had been brought to all men through Christ Jesus
He had a covenant right to the life of the second Adam
Not a life of flesh and blood
But a life by the power of the Holy Spirit!
Alone in his room, he mumbled
“Lord Jesus, I give my life to you. I accept you as my Lord and savior, I receive this new life through you and I confess that the life I now live is not my own but Christ Jesus lives in me. Amen”
After praying, he didn’t feel any better but he believed!
He asked himself, what would a sixteen year old be doing now?
He sat up, put his feet on the floor and started walking!
He took ten steps, felt weak and walked back to his bed!
He rested a little, took twenty steps, thirty steps, whoa!!!
The more steps of faith he took, the stronger he felt!
The next morning he was able to walk down and have breakfast with his family
Within a week he was walking about town, telling people about his miraculous recovery
At 18, he became a preacher
He received the baptism of the Holy Spirit
And he changed the world!
PS: If only you can have the audacity to accept Jesus Christ today
And boldly take the steps of faith to challenge your limitations
You will overcome
For Harmony, the joy of the Lord
Just a few hours old at the moment
You were born to win!
Daddy loves you