The Day I Shot Jesus: Chapter 7

I was introduced to Mary Magdalene, Martha (Lararus’ brother), Ruth Obed, Ruth Graham, & Ruth Munroe. I had met the first 3 women a few years earlier but this would be the first time I would meet Billy Graham’s wife & Myles Munroe wife

WOW. What a moment. Meeting the great personalities of history that one had only heard or read about was always inspiring. Little did I know that the assignment I had been entrusted with will bring to my pathway people of great repute in the Kingdom. At that point I could sense that the Lord orchestrated that I meet with all these individuals just hours before His shoot. It was His way of helping me see the from different perspectives how the Lord see things and people. It reminded me of how great his mercy and love towards mankind was.

If the people that would reign with Christ in His millennial Kingdom were to be handpicked by man, I’m 99% convinced that most men would not have chosen someone like Mary Magdalene of whom 7 demons had been casted out of. It was hard to even imagine that 7 demons once dwelled in the being of such a fair & beautiful woman. To crown it all, her name was mentioned in the New Testament more than some of the 12 disciples of Jesus.

Looking at her, the song of Donnie McClurkin began playing in my heart:
‘Great is Your mercy towards me
Your loving kindness towards me
Your tender mercy, I see
Day after day

Forever faithful towards me
Always providing for me
Great is Your mercy towards me
Great is Your grace’

I was momentarily lost in worship. The voice of Favour brought me back. "I know you must have a lot to sort out before the shoot so we won’t delay your intenary," she said.

"I’m still on track," I replied. "Besides, I have a feeling that all these interactions will help my session with the Lord."

"We’ll need to have you checked into your room in time for you to join us for the dinner by midnight," John said.

"You might have to give me till 12:15am to get back from my room," I replied. With Favour still holding tightly unto my hands and motioning towards the check-in desk, I thanked everyone for the hospitable welcome and told them how excited I look forward to joining them shortly for the dinner.

Leaving John, Tosin & the entire "welcome" team behind and walking towards the check-in counter with Favour by my side and Folu ahead, I suddenly realised how oblivious I had been to the fact that there were other people (besides us) in the hotel lobby. Doing a quick maths, I estimated there were about 32 humans and less than 10 glorified beings in the lobby. Most of the humans were families who just checked out of their rooms and were waiting for their rides to pull up.

It was interesting to watch how humans interacted seamlessly with glorified beings. [By "humans" , I refer to the generation of people that were born after Christ's Return and by "glorified beings", I refer to those that had returned with Jesus from heaven and/or had "heavenly bodies"]. I watched with interest as a teenager played chess with an Angel and seemed to be winning. "Checkmate in 2 moves & there’s nothing you can do about it," the teenager had told his competition.

"How was the Atlantic train trip," Favour asked as we got to the check-in desk.

"Always an exhilarating experience. I’m yet to meet someone that was ever bored on the underwater train. I even got a few pictures of 2 blue whales."

"Let me see them, let me see them pleeeeeaaaaaaasssse," Favour said with her hands clapped together & rubbing each other.

"No You Can’t," a voice shouted from behind us. It was one of those voices I had grown accustomed to hearing. "Try to be more patient and allow Mr Seun settle down first," Ofure added. At 33 years old, Ofure was the first human I’ll meet at the hotel that night. She had given her life to Jesus after visiting Jerusalem in 2123 for a makeup artist’ internship with MM Fashion, an international fashion brand owned by Mary Magdalene. We had met countless times and had worked with her on a number of photo sessions. The Lord had impressed on my heart that I should have her on board as my makeup artist and I had contacted her to brief her on the photo session of the century.

"Ooooooohhhhh," Favour murmured with a smile.

"I thought you were supposed to call me upon your arrival here," Ofure said while simultaneously punching me in the stomach.

"I’m so sorry," I replied with a big hug that lifted her 4ft3inches stature off the ground. "I’m so sorry."

Time stamp: 11:39pm

"Francesco Tonelli just called," Folu interrupted. "He said he’s been calling you but you’re not picking and just wanted to wish you the best on your shoot with His Royal Highness. He’s in Syria doing a food photography shoot for a restaurant and wishes he was here with us."

"Thanks. Please remind me to call him later in the day," I said while grabbing the keys to my room on 85th floor. We had barely taken 3 steps away from the check-in desk when I saw (by the elevators lobby entrance) the profile view of a photographer I have had the privilege of training over 120 years earlier. Basirat was a Muslim that had eventually given her life to Jesus after the aftermath of the Rapture that saw many Christians and children disappear from the face of the earth. {I smiled and hoped that all these people I was meeting and greeting will not make me late for my dinner with John & co.}

To be continued…

The Frustrated Photography Trainer

I recently got a message from one of our photography academy graduates that was having challenges in his photography career. He had finished from eloPhotos Academy in 2010 and had ventured partly into training other would-be photographers. The last training he had was in 2014 and he had decided he would either quit training or seek someone’s advice on how to get better results. He chose the later and we would eventually meet for a 30 minutes session.
He had gotten just one person that signed up for his last 5-days training and was wondering what he could do to get better attendance. Before he finished explaining all the issues he had, I knew the root of the problem because I had been in his shoes. In addressing the problem, I explained to him that it was erroneous of him to have started the marketing of his training program just six weeks prior to when it was scheduled to start. He should have started marketing his brand as a "photography trainer" about 3-6 months before advertising a training program. I told him that the average person that would attend his training is likely to be more convinced about his training potentials if he as a trainer has enough "evidence" of such online.

I explained to him that very few people will pay you N40k for a 5 days training in photography if all they see on your Facebook page are jokes and non-photography related posts. If he wanted better attendance for his future training programs, he should start putting up photography-related posts that shows that he is capable of proficiently teaching
Photography. No amount of discounted training will get him the audience he wants if he doesn’t posts enough photography-related educational nuggets online. 3-6 months of consistently doing that online should be enough evidence to prove to one of the 100,000+ Nigerians looking for a photography teacher that he is eligible to be their teacher.

The second reason he was having issues forging ahead in the industry was because of the type of company he keeps. I personally know most of the photographers he associates with and he’ll have to make new photography friends/mentors if he wants to "progress" in the industry. I explained to him that it is no coincidence that I’m deliberately connecting with the likes of Joe McNally, Zach&Jody, Demola Olaniran, Aisha Augie-Kuta & other world-class photographers that I’ll like to be like when I grow up. Though a bitter pill to swallow, his failure is guaranteed if he does not begin to associate with people that look like they’ve gotten to where he is going. I told him the difference between his current photography friends and his ideal photography mentors. His friends are likely to tell him something he agrees with that will make him remain at his current spot (or move at their pace forward or backwards) while a mentor is like to tell him things that he does not necessarily agree with but will like catapult him to his destiny. The choice is his to take.

Though he seemed to be inspired by all that I said (judging from the fact that he was nodding his head at 60 nods per minute), I only hope he would not procrastinate on the implementation of some of the medicine I recommend. It is medicine I’m currently using myself and I’m confident the results will be impressive in 3-5 years. Blessed indeed are the doers more than the hearers of this photography word for theirs is the kingdom of…………… (fill in the blanks)