The South Wind

 “And when ye see the south wind blow, ye say, There will be heat; and it cometh to pass.” Luke 12:55

The South Wind. 08-02-2012 3:20am. Bridgeport, CT.

“It doesn’t have to end here.” Tey heard the soft voice distinctly and sighed as he leaned back on the headboard of his bed. He was wistfully closing his iPad when he heard that voice and he couldn’t dispute it. His time of fellowship with God did not necessarily have to stop just because he was up and leaving his house. If he had God on his mind as he walked, and as he journeyed, he could keep communing. He could pray silently and worship from his heart (with his words) and just as God followed the children of Israel through a cloud by day and a pillar of fire by night, God’s presence would never leave him. That particular morning, he had been doing a simple search on his Olive Tree Bible app. He woke up with Matthew 5 ringing in his mind, particularly “they that hunger and thirst after righteousness shall be filled.” Now he was searching for the word “filled” to understand better how and with what one could be filled with. The word “filled” appeared a total of one hundred fifty seven times in the entire bible. From the Old Testament to the New, it appeared in various contexts. Tey was quickly noticing that if “filled” was used so many times it was because God was not a half-hearted creature like human beings, He did things in completion and what He started, He would definitely finish. He was a generous God and when He gave, He gave more than one could carry.

Like the five thousand that Jesus fed with seven loaves of bread, like the boats that Peter was fishing in and the believers on the day of Pentecost, Tey wanted to be filled to an overflow. This journey of his would require that. It was a door of no return, but he was excited to be stepping through it anyway. He was about to be running late so he quickly threw the last of what he needed in a Ralph Lauren leather bag he had never used- his phone, wallet, a new book he wanted to read by Smith Wigglesworth, some chewing gum, his iPad, chargers and Bose headphones. He was all packed up and just waiting for his cab. Locking the front door of his apartment behind him and dragging his three suitcases with much difficulty, he walked towards the elevator. The hallway was empty and extremely quiet so his footsteps faintly echoed. It was still dawn, and not yet morning. It was when he stepped outside that he realized how dark it still was. “Haven’t been up this early in God knows how long,” he muttered to himself. At least it wasn’t cold, he thought to himself. Squinting in the darkness, he searched for the sight of a white cab in the car park he was now standing in. In the row of cars across from him, an elderly young man jumped out of a white Toyota Camry 2010 model with flashing backlights and walked towards him. Tey scrunched up the sleeves of his plaid shirt and said “thank you, sir.” The cab driver took the heavier of the two bags and hurriedly began packing them into his trunk. Tey took one final look at Fleetwood Heights, his apartment complex for the past two years. This was goodbye. He sat in the white cab and they sped off in direction of Bradley International Airport. His flight would take him south to Detroit and then to Amsterdam in the Netherlands and finally to Accra, Ghana.

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