Do You Remember Me? (II)


Sometime ago I wrote a story with this title. Read it here-

Here is another one. Be blessed.


This is a short message from my era to yours. I hope you remember me. I’m sure you have read about me but you never really thought much of me. I want to share an experience that I will never forget.

I’m a farmer and the season had been very favourable. I lived a very comfortable life and had a few acquaintances among the Pharisees. The Feast of the Passover was drawing near. For the past two years we had been hearing of a man of whom the people claimed had done impossible things. He had cured numerous people of various illnesses. A group of twelve men followed him. I had seen him a couple of times. I eventually had the opportunity to meet Him, though secretly. My friend Nicodemus the Pharisee had met him personally and they had discussed about being born again. I wanted to have a talk with Him too.

On that day, I asked almost the same questions that Nicodemus did. There was just something about that man. In that moment I knew that He was the Messiah. He spoke so gently and so firm. He told me that He has come to save the lost. All I needed to do was to believe. How could I remain in doubt after that experience? I believed Him.

As the Passover drew near, it made more meaning to me. This was the first Passover after meeting the Messiah. This year would be a memorable one. I could feel it in my Spirit.

One sunny afternoon my servant approached me.

“Master. Two men are here to see you. They followed me as I was coming from the well. They told me they are from the Master.” My servant said. I nodded and asked him to beckon them in.

The two men came in. “Shalom.” They greeted.

“Shalom.” I replied. I told them to have a seat. “The Master sent you?”

“Yes.” They replied

“The Master says ‘My time is at hand. I will keep the Passover at thy house with my Disciples.” One of them said.

What? I could not believe my ears. This was so wonderful. My house? What honour! I quickly led the two men to the largest room in my house. I called my servants to bring the finest cloth and mats. I had the room properly furnished.

That was the most memorable event in my life after meeting Him. He had His last Passover in my house and that was a blessing in every way. He chose my house!!

I hope you remember me now. Meeting Him and hosting him in my home, nothing can compare to that. Today, He still wants you to host Him. You can have the privilege I had. Now, it’s even better. He wants to live in your heart. Invite him in and don’t clutter the place with deeds that don’t please Him. Having the Master live in you is the best thing that can happen to you.