GIVE ME HELP FROM TROUBLESOME FANTASY.

GIVE ME HELP FROM TROUBLESOME FANTASY By Felix N. Jarikre.

SCRIPTURAL ANCHOR: PS.60:11-12.

Welcome to today’s letter, a and taste with me once  again the Jehovah God whose purpose for your life cannot be questioned, but embraced; who kill and make alive; who alone can heal our wounds, and turn our scars to stars; who swallowed up death in victory: and to whom we humbly bow: ‘ Your will, O God, be done!’The 15-year  old boy, Gilberto Ramos, died, alone in the Texas desert, trying to cross into the United States to earn money for the treatment of his mother’s epilepsy. He desperately wanted to escape the extreme poverty of his remote village in Guatemala of Central America with the glowing dream of a better life – that would include his education- in a far-away land. His family home of two-room, built with cement blocks, lacked running or potable water. He would not relent when his mother begged him not to go. He was despairing as her sickness grew worse. The long trip with the help of a coyote i.e. smuggler was a dangerous one, but the boy hoped that the U.S. immigration authorities would not detain, but allow him to continue the  journey to his destination. The family had entered into debt to finance the trip by bus. The next thing, June 15, 2014, the family heard, including the elder brother in Chicago, was that the decaying body of Gilberto was found in the Texas desert, shirtless, still wearing the rosary his mother gave him for safe passage. He probably suffered from heat stroke.

To dream of a better life, like Gilberto, is powerful, but when your hope is hijacked and betrayed by hostile circumstances, what you have is a troublesome fantasy. Life could be hard, painful, unsparing and unfair. It’s one thing to struggle with the shame of poverty; when the affliction of epilepsy is joined, in the case of Gilberto’s family, would that deadly combination not be a tough yoke that is hard to bear? His sad story is not meant to make you despair or question the justice of God, but provoke you to wrestle on the altar of intensive prayers. Not to fast with purpose is like putting a loaded gun in your enemy’s hands. The Psalmist cried: ‘ Give us help from trouble.’ We must not be ignorant there are enemies of your glorious destiny, waiting in hiding to attack and persecute your visions, and turn your dreams into nightmares. We hear sorry tales of young girls to whom were painted dreams of job security and better education abroad, only to be lured and held captive as sex toys in foreign lands. They never bargained for that life of troublesome fantasy. That’s why you cannot afford not to pray against DESTINY-EXCHANGERS who battle  to turn your dream into a troublesome fantasy. The place of  power remains the place of prayer where you can turn the tables against your enemies!