A PARABLE ON THE FATE OF THE WORLD by Adeyinka Ojo

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The night is far spent and the dawn approaches. It seems as if the morning will not come

again. The husbandmen and housemaids are praying for the new dawn. The street dwellers

await the ringing of the morning bell. The night watchmen can no longer bear the thickness

of the darkness. Even the babies are crying for fresh breeze in the hotness of the darkness.

Light seems not to be appearing at its time.

The chaotic situation is not palatable to the average occupant of the domain. The whole

community has been invaded by an alien force that burdens the dwellers with tasks they

cannot bear. It seems as if the task masters commanded the darkness to go beyond its normal

time. In spite of the illumination of the lone candle light, darkness appears more powerful

than the light.

The whole community is about to be captured except the little mud houses with candle lights

on their roofs. Those without the light are forcefully carried into captivity. They are to serve

as slaves to the workers of darkness. They are molested and tortured. Those little mud houses

were too powerful for the darkness to overcome. Although they are not attractive yet they

were powerful enough to prevent the thick darkness from penetrating. The occupants of the

mud houses were not recognised in the community but the darkness indentified them and fled

before them. They were not good looking but they were a force to be reckoned with in the

darkest hour.

When the dawn finally came, the darkness left for a while to come back in the near future.

The few that were left behind in the community gathered for a sacred meeting.

“How come did the task masters were unable to penetrate the homes of the despised ones?”

They asked

“Light and darkness are two different things that cannot stand together; when light appears,

darkness must disappear.”

“Why is that?”

“The light shines in darkness and the darkness cannot comprehend it.” Answered the

unrecognized light carriers.

“There came a man who was sent from God; his name was John. He came as a witness to

testify concerning that light, so that through him all men might believe. He himself was not

the light; he came only as a witness to the light. The true light that gives light to every man

was coming into the world…The word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We

have seen his glory, the glory of One and Only, who came from the father, full of grace and

truth” (John 1:6-9, 14)

Before the meeting was over, the remnants of the community remembered a man that came

and called Himself Jesus the Christ – preaching repentance from sin and the kingdom of

darkness. They could remember that He told them to accept the light He brought because of

the coming global darkness; saying that as many of them that will receive Him will be

exempted from the force of the evil task master.

“He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not

recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all

who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of

God- children born not of natural descent, not of human decision or a husband’s will, but

born of God.” (John 1:10-13)

They could also remember that the task master had only left them for just a moment and

could return at a time they could not think of.

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Author: the burning hearts.

We are Jesus disciples! We long to see genuine biblical revival in this latter days. This we do by prayer and periodically organising word and prayer meetings.

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