I am dead.
Each day, I wither and slowly decompose. The sun beats down on the valley and with its setting, my dreams take flight like a shadow.
I am nameless, cut down in my prime and dumped amidst the heap of bones. Daily, more bones are added and slowly I have become buried under the heap.
Hope has become a luxury and failure is now a constant companion. The keeper of souls laugh at me and each raucous sound is like a whip that rips off the skin of my heart.
“Where is all your potential?” he would say amidst bouts of laughter and his minions would join in the mockery “where is all the greatness that you boasted about?”
I would bow my head and cry but my eyes are devoid of tears. I have given up and lie calmly in the abyss and accepted my fate. It is all over.
Years have passed, I have stopped counting. It doesn’t matter, here in Hades, time loses its significance. Each day is as dreary as the other with no change in the routine. Sighs and groans remain constant.
Today, the sun is as fierce as usual and the air is still, silence reign supreme. I hear a voice, far away, distant and my ears perk up. It is filled with uncertainty and I hear the words “Lord, only you knows”
And then there is silence.
Moments later, I hear the voice again, and this time it is louder. The others hear it too. “Hear the word of the Lord, this is what the Lord God says, I will cause breath to enter into you and you will live”
“I will attach tendons to you and will make flesh to come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the Lord”
Then I hear a sound to my right, faint, barely audible and then a movement. Then there is a commotion and the valley is filled with a loud noise. All around me, bones begin to move and like a magnet, pieces of the same are being attracted to one other and fusing to become one.
I am jarred by a force that lifts me up from among the pile that I am under and I find myself floating in the air to another part of the valley. I land next to a well-formed skeleton that is lacking a head and feel a force pulling me towards the neck. I feel complete, reunited with the rest of me.
I watch in awe as tendons and muscles fill me up and then skin covering them. I am overjoyed. I try to move my hands but I cannot. Maybe it is too soon and too fast. I try opening my eyes but that too isn’t possible.
It dawns on me that I am not breathing. I am still dead.
All around me, well-formed bodies litter the floor of the valley but none is alive. The scene is like a battle field with slain soldiers. Lifeless, useless and worthless.
The air is quiet now and a gentle breeze is blowing. I notice that the familiar stench that had dominated the air was lacking. It would be nice to suck in such fresh and crisp air I think wistfully.
The voice comes again. “Come, breath, from the four winds, breathe into these slain that they might live”
I gasp. Fresh air fill my lungs and I feel my heart pick up and beat wildly in my chest. I feel a warm sensation flood my hands and legs and my eyes flutter open.
I see the sky, clear blue and the sun stings my eyes and I close them for a moment. When I open them, I look around and see a vast army of people on their feet and I rise too.
A thought keeps ringing in my head.
“I am alive!”
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“And He said to me, these bones are my people…………They say, ‘Our bones are dried up and our hope is gone; we are cut off.’ Therefore prophesy and say to them: ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: My people, I am going to open your graves and bring you up from them; I will bring you back to the land of Israel. Then you, my people, will know that I am the Lord, when I open your graves and bring you up from them. I will put my Spirit in you and you will live, and I will settle you in your own land. Then you will know that I the Lord have spoken, and I have done it, declares the Lord.’”(Ezekiel 37: 11-14, NIV)
Happy Sunday folks. I pray that as you hold on to God, He will raise you out of your graves and restore life to you. Remain blessed.
Note: story is adapted from the account in Ezekiel 37: 1-14.