The long walk from the school campus was tiresome. This time it was even more tiring. All Jennifer could do was silently talk to her little sister, Thana, who was clinging effortlessly to her already sun-burned back. Oh how she wished she could buy herself a Car!
“Oops!” she exclaims. The minute she entered the door she noticed something: The little rug behind her door appeared to have moved since the last time she was home. Funny it was she wasn’t expecting anybody. “Who might it be, Mother, Father…It can’t…” she tried to reason. Just that moment, the loud-hose-voice called from the kitchen. Oops! “It must be dad!” Jenny resorts her mind.
For sure, this time her dad had really come back home after a long stay, discovering the huge terrain mountains of Inyangani, Zimbabwe. Not only did he have stories about the inexplicable landscapes in that area, dad had many spiritual stories to tell, for he was a missionary.
The past six years he had spent in Inyangani, he had learnt many things. He recalls this particular moment, while preaching to one male native of that area. The little young man, Tsikuku, had just lost his brother. So dad, in the hope of comforting the young man, read the bible scripture about King David; how he was so stressed during the time of his son’s sickness.
Dad remembered illustrating to the little guy, his own imagination of the sad story. He particularly remembered these words: “I see David plunging himself to the floor in prayer, accelerating his tongue to spiritual abundance”
sighing, “I see him disregarding the advice of his servants, telling them to forget about cooking for him”. Jennifer recognized the deep flashback her father was in.
He continued, recalling how the young man sweetly replied: “The word of God is like a piercing sword through the heart of men. It transcends all understanding. It is like a fire burning within his saints……” dad broke down and
cried. Oops! Whenever dad cries, the spirit has touched down!