“Live long and prosper.” What a familiar phrase we’ve all heard at one time or another. Especially if you’re a so called, “Treky”, aka: a “Star Trek” fan, then you’ve heard this saying many times. And well, that’s just what the man in this short story did with his short life.
I recently deejayed a party with one of my husband’s and my friends, “DJ Johnny P” – (Not the John from my previous stories.), another fellow Christian brother. Not to say too much about it, but I had such a hard time, and still am having one even now, doing most things, deejaying and carrying heavy items being just a few off the list that I can’t do too well, because of the tendonitis in my right hand and arm. Even “DJ Johnny” would agree, that the party we worked, though we tried our hardest to make it fun, turned out to be really boring, with a capital “B!” We were ecstatic when the 5 o’clock hour rolled around and it was time to leave. The only thing I was happy about was being able to entertain the children as we did. It was upsetting though, to see the parents and other adults not even attempting to spend time with their kids, they just wanted to sit, drink beer and do nothing, which is “kind of” understandable when one works so hard all week, but still, children need to spend those happy times with their Moms and Dads especially. So to see them just sit there and pay their kids no mind was sad. We thanked God immensely as we drove off the premises of the party that day, just knowing we’d done our job and then some and that it was over. But hearing the story on the way back to the DJ company’s home office that DJ Johnny had told to me just touched my heart to the point where I was reminded even more so, of how blessed we are, and how we should never forget the real reasons we are here on this planet.
A little over five minutes before we got back to the office, Johnny started telling me about this true story one of his Christian brothers had told him about a man known to his office as, “Rev.”
It was the day everyone will never forget…September 11th, 2001 and “Rev,” worked in one of the buildings on one of the higher floors. He was always made fun of and insulted for being a Christian and living for the Lord, which is why they always called him, “Rev” anyway, just to make fun of the person he was proud to be. He had said, I believe to his wife that, his goal was to “bring people to Jesus”, and because he made it his goal, “bring them” is just what Rev did.
On that heart-wrenching day of 9/11/2001 Rev’s fellow colleagues got a wake up call just in the nick of time.
There was no way out. No escape. Everyone on Rev’s floor, including Rev himself knew they were going to die. Suddenly that morning, his co-workers knew that everything Rev had told them was right. They knew that Jesus was real in an instant and repented in their hearts for what they previously had thought. Quickly, before it was too late, one of Rev’s co-workers, one of the ones who had previously mocked him, called his wife on the phone to say his final goodbye. He told her that he knew he wasn’t going to make it. But the most important thing that he told his wife was not to worry about him, because “Rev was going to bring him and everyone in the office to Jesus.” And then all too suddenly, the phone went dead as their building collapsed with Rev and his friends within it. I just got the chills as Johnny said that last line. Tears immediately filled my eyes.
God always uses tragedy to bring back joy. He uses death to bring new life in Him. And even though 9/11 was one of the most tragic days known in history, for Rev and his friends, it turned out to be one of the greatest days they’d ever know as they joyfully walked through the gates of Heaven to be embraced by the most loving Father who together, had called them home.
So, as far as prosperity goes, Rev certainly lived up to that term. His life was full of it. He dedicated the days he spent on Earth to ministering to the lost, even those that he spent so much time with on a day to day basis at work. He didn’t want to see them perish at the end of their earthly life; he wanted to take them with him no matter what they were doing to him. Rev knew that his friends just didn’t know any better and that no matter how long it took, he was going to pray though and help them to understand.
Rev knew what true riches and true success really were. To be truly “rich” was not counted on the amount of dollars he held in his pocket, but it was knowing that Jesus was the Savior of his life. He knew that Heaven awaited him. A wonderful and beautiful place where pain and sorrow would cease and never show their ugly face ever again. It was in the knowing that he had gained an eternity of happiness and joy that no one could ever take away from him. Rev knew that true success was spreading that wonderful news, that awesome love of Jesus to all he knew, something that he did never thinking of himself, but only of where his lost friends would spend their eternity. He didn’t want to let them die alone without any hope of a forever. He could not and would not let them go to a place much worse than the death they were going to experience.
That’s “Agape Love.” Love that is unconditional, love that surpasses all understanding, Love that only comes when we let the heart of God lead us. A love that keeps on giving to its full extent and beyond that, no matter what others around us may do or say.
To do all this in a single life, makes one a complete and utter success, to live for the well-being and happiness of someone, or in this case many others instead of for oneself, makes one deserving of that Heavenly crown of jewels we all who love Jesus await even now. This alone makes us more than any ordinary millionaire.
In Rev’s case, he may not have “lived long,” but he certainly did “prosper.” And now and forever he will “live on” in eternity’s peace and wonder, way beyond the hands of time.
Hi Lisa. Just a quick note to let you know that I had to remove this story from the Prosperity Writing Challenge, because it was way over the word count limit. Sorry about that. The maximum word count is 750 words. Hope to see you in the Challenge again in the future. Love, Deb (Challenge Coordinator)
I like this article, but it needs some refining on technique and sentence structure. (I don't think you have more than one husband.."one of my husband’s and my friends" ... ) This story of Rev is really a shining example of how Jesus can work in a tragic situation. I've heard some similar stories of 9/11, but this one brought tears to my eyes. The story flows logically. God bless in your writing efforts.