Herein is wisdom; who so readeth, let him understand

Tue Nov 05, 2013

Editor: There is a small country called St Vincent and the Grenadines (SVG) which was not known to the bigger countries. The English used to ask if St Vincent was in Jamaica. St Vincent and the Grenadines is so known that the English have a holiday resort here.{{more}}

St Vincent and the Grenadines is moving on, in that we are getting an international airport. What a wonder! A great relief from the hours of waiting for a connecting flight in other countries. A man came to my home, a born American; he had eight hours waiting on LIAT to get here and four days waiting for his suitcase. I did not have the guts to ask him if he would come back.

Before anyone gets the wrong idea, I do not vote; I speak of rights or wrongs that go on. I am a Christian and learn to wait on God for what God alone can do. We are looking for man to do for us that which is impossible. God is doing great things for us and we cannot see and we do not hear.

The Good Book says we don’t know what a day may bring forth, so when we are being blessed, we don’t know, for we are looking at the wrong source. I wait on the Lord; my times are in his hand, for there is a time for sowing and a time for reaping. Sowing sometimes brings tears, but in reaping there is joy. When we are building a house, there is no beauty in the start. The beauty and joy comes when the building is finished and we move in.

My fellow Vincentians, let us be wise, it does not matter what we do, people will talk; we cannot please all the people. The greatest gain is contentment. When we have this, there is no limit to our happiness.

One day I had a dream; a man was standing on the seashore and pointed his hand across the sea and said to the people that they should go away, for the volcano is about to erupt. They asked when should they return; he said they should not, for there will be hardly anything to come back to. I wrote down the dream and took it to the Vincentian and NBC, which were the only ones at the time and I was mocked and laughed at, but God would have the radio station broadcast it that same day, and that night, the volcano gave signs that it was going to erupt. So, I called to God with tears in my eyes to spare us, so the rain began to fall until morning, so God spared us. The Vincentian then published it; they called it a freak storm and a lawyer published it in the paper and called me a devilish seer.

The Prime Minister then, called me a mad man who wants to stop the tourist ships from coming here. Soon none will come, for there will be nothing to come to unless we do like the people on Nineveh, turn and believe this very hour. The wickedness of the nation has made it ripe for destruction unless we turn and believe.

I will end here as I put the name below; you can add to the name either mad man or devilish or leave it as it is.

The Seer