Four years ago from today, I had two uncles that died from drinking themselves to death. A year before their death, I graduated from Saint Louis Community College at Florissant Valley in Saint Louis, Missouri. Also, at this time, I had begun to seek God (Jehovah) wholeheartly after my plans did not go through to attend an art school as well as being overbear from my childhood addictions that lead into my adult lifestyle. Seeking Jehovah wholeheartly lead me into a journey where I was deceived by a witch that considered himself to be a young Christian pastor. Being deceived helped me to remain faithful and focus to know the truth of who this Jehovah is while maintaining the right relationship with his son the Lord Jesus Christ of Nazarene to prevent being deceived again. After being delivered from this young Christian pastor, I received Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior at my new church home. A year after being saved and the impact it made with my family and friends, my twin sister’s babies father was murder after I was told to pray for them.
“I killed him. I killed him, “ ran through my mind as I seek God’s guidance of the situation. At this time, I was attending the University of Missouri-St. Louis while seeking God’s will about attending Memphis College of Art the time of my twin sister’s babies father was murdered. The day before the murder I was told to call them to pray, but they did not answer the phone. I lift several messages on the phone telling my sister she needed to pray for her boyfriend as well as they both needed to. They both had given their lives to Jesus though they did not allow Jehovah to change their lifestyle. Around the same time I lift the message the follow day, my sister’s babies father was murder.
Being told of his death, led me into my bedroom to pray. My chest laid across my old mattress as a died fish on a loge while my knees kneel God’s holy ground. I pledge my cause to Jehovah as I said, “Did I not do what you said? Did I miss something? I was just dealing with my past of wild games of romance.” My room was filled with dirty clothes and clean. Dirty plates laid on my drawing table filled with charcoal dust and easer peddling. The fan blew out hot air well I thought to myself that I had killed my twin sister’s babies’ father by a phone call.
After several hours had passed, I heard the live room door shut. My twin sister was finally home to get the understanding of what I experienced with God. “I don’t know what to say,” I thought to myself, “What I am going to say to her. God told me you two needed to pray. What am I going to say? God help.” As I slowly stand up from my torn bible, my twin sister busted slowly through my basement bedroom door. “Richard, he’s died,” she said as I felt like Job from the holy bible Job chapter three verse twelve that says, “ Why were there knees to receive me and breasts that I might be nursed.”
Repeated tears pours out her greasy poof eyes. As I thought to myself of how she once favored me, but now I am just some guy she knows who hears from God. While she is crying, I am silently praying and hugging her, “What to do Lord? I am waiting on you Jesus.” Slow she asks me, “Richard, what did God tell you.” My mouth froze done while my eyes began to water. Another silent pray came, “Lord Jesus, I need your help. What to say? I am lost.” My heart raced out my chest as I began to say what was given to me while hoping God was not going to use me to rebuke her for her and her boyfriend’s lifestyle of romance games of who hurt who and how many babies can one guy produce as her love for him ruins her life with her perspective of how men are.
I grab my bible as words flowed out of my mouth like the books Ephesians chapter six verses nineteen through twenty says, “19Pray also for me, that whenever I open my mouth, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel, 20for which I am an ambassador in chains. Pray that I may declare it fearlessly, as I should.”
“Uhm, (Sister nick name). I was told that you two needed to pray. That was all I was told.” Tears began to row out my pitiful eyes as I wonder why I was chose such a burden. My voice crackers why I tell her what was next, “(Sister’s nick name), “ God told me he is not punishing you. He loves you with an everlasting. It is just was his time to go. He did want to listen. To change his lifestyle. But, God did not allow this to happen to punish him but, for His purpose. I so sorry (Sister’s nickname.)”
In conclusion, my sister babies father murder was brutal, but it saved many lives. Because I went to church and took my nephew sometimes with me, my pastor came to preach at my nephew’s father wait. Many people heard the gospel preacher and gave their lives to Jesus. Once I arrived to the wait, I was used to preach the gospel as well. That night half of the people were saying goodbye to a friend while receiving a new one that will never die away.
Very emotional memory! I like the use of the Bible. It can be a strong "prop" to set the overall mood. The actual memory has a lot of different parts to it, so from your story board, I see that you have narrowed it down fairly well.
ReplyDeleteIts an unusual story to say the least. But I disagree about the use of a Bible. The imagery of the Bible as a book is overused and a crutch. You should be able to show your faith without having to overuse the imagery of a book. It would help to understand the story if you had proof read its sort of hard to follow. But the relationship with you and your sister sounds like it could be very powerful.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy the emotional elements of the memory, and I hope you focus the most on them and how they impacted you. I think that the imagery could maybe bring this out even more than the conversation could.
ReplyDeleteThis is some very potent stuff you're working with. I would just make sure your images work as the strong point for your video, because too much dialogue may come off as over dramatic, simply because the viewer has not had time to become sympathetic to the characters.
ReplyDeleteas a christian i loved the reference to the bible and i hope you can capture that along with the emotion in combination. this can be amazing if you pull it off
ReplyDeleteI agree with Jenn and Hannah. It is hard for me to respond well to your beliefs do to my childhood experiences growing up in the Southern Baptist abusive home, and being non-religious. However, to portray the events and story without religion even hinted at, you can reach even more people, that way a larger audience will respond and be less likely to turn away. At least that is how you could lure someone like me in, by separating any reference to any religious or spiritual grounds. That would be an intense story.
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