6 Months In 1992

Although the people, place, and time were different, it was rather clear to me that I had seen this picture in 1973. It was as if history was repeating itself in 1992. The year prior had ended on a sour note. There were problems both personal and political. There was a clash of wills and the clouding of visions. All concerned were given indications of hope. The sun was going to shine again, but not for a while; the moon would brighten and the stars would light up the night sky, but it was going to take some time. There were years of pain when no one gained as polluted and toxic relations persisted. For years, on the surface, it seemed that spring and summer would never end, and all was well. But now the dogs had begun to bark; the fall and winter season were to start; and the wind was blowing less divinely. Some had dreams and visions, and others were tossing and turning in nightmares. We smiled through our infrequent dreams. We planned out our visions, and sweated in our nightmares; but when the dogs kept barking, no one slept. At this juncture of man-made messes, it seemed the sun stood still; the moon refused to shine; and the stars began to fall. This internal wound was deep and cancerous, requiring without hesitation or stall, for everyone, to bow on our knees, and upon God to call. Before we could be kissed by the sun, we had to be spanked by the moon, and the rain of tears had to pour. Too much neglect, too many stones left unturned, too many diseases left untreated. We were sick to the core. The entire body was sourly impacted. The head had to be severed so that the body could survive. The head was a spiritual leader who was out of control; the body was a church slowly dying deep inside. In time, the dogs of denial were treated. The sun did shine; the moon lit up the night. New stars were born, and others reappeared from their hiding place. We accepted the bitter healing pill that was mixed with unsweetened water. We needed grace for our hurting souls to bring out a smiling face. The pastor moved on; the church is now alive, vibrant, and strong. There are new people, new leaders, new visions, and a fine new pastor. For 6 months in 1992, there came freshness with a new start. Yes, 1992 was a very bad year, but also, a very good one. cj011208;PHFBPS07172017