The Day I Shot Jesus: Chapter 9


“Its really a honour meeting you,” I replied and shook their hands. As if the elevator was waiting for my response, its doors close and the 25-second journey to the 85th floor began.

It was that very moment that I shook his hands that the transference of his mission of 2002 was revealed to me. It was one of the gifts our Lord had bestowed on me at the beginning of His reign on earth. I had prayed for spiritual tools to help me fulfill my photography purpose & He had told me this gift would help. Whenever I shook a client’s hands, I usually got a few glimpse of important memories in the life of the person I was shaking. It helped me relate & emphatize with them in a manner that made them feel they had known me for a long time. For Jiaz the moment that was revealed to me was when he was blocking the bus from hitting my bus in 2002. I wondered why he hadn’t stopped the bus from crashing in the first place. “Because Edythe had interceded for your life at that very moment,” the Lord intercepted my thoughts.

Edythe Crabb was the mother of my pastor when I was a residing in Edwardsville, Illinois during the late 90s. She had been an intercessor whose passion for souls was unparalleled to many I’ve met. She had slept in the Lord a few months before the Rapture and was one of whose grave was unearthed at the sound of the Trumpet. I didn’t know until that moment that she had prayed for me.

“So how old are you,” I asked Jaiz. This was one question I had grown used to asking some angels I had met over the years. It gave me an idea of how long they’ve been working for our Lord and there was always a lesson that I seemed to get from that. Favour poked my side as if I had asked a forbidden question. “Haba, you and all these your funny questions,” she whispered.

Jaiz smiled for what seemed like 4 seconds. I sensed his smile meant that his answer was going to amuse me. I guessed right. As he was about to speak, the elevator stopped at the 85th floor and with a semi-loud baritone voice Zchabi (pronounced without the Z sounding: chaby) shouted a resounding “YES” with his fists tightened and positioned as if punching an invisible competiting boxer. If now for the excitement on his face one would have thought he was about to punch the light out of me. Besides knowing that boxing was one of the sports that had been banned by the Lord in the new Kingdom, I realized this must be one of the 12,000+ dance steps that angels were used to expressing their excitement whenever a soul was added to the kingdom. As if he knew the question I was going to ask, he blurted out in excitement “2 gems for the Lord.”

Everyone of us shouted in unison HALLELUJAH as we exited the elevator in one accord. Nothing seemed to get the angels as excited as when someone gives their life to Christ. The only joy I could compare to theirs was the day I was given a BMW 750i as a gift from one of my protégés in October 2018. And the excitement and joy I felt then does not even compare to the ones these angels felt spontaneously when a soul is added to the Kingdom.

“53,743,844 earth years,” Jaiz said as if adding to the number of people that had just given their lives to Christ. “In two months, I’ll be 53,743,845 years old,” he said with a smile that revealed subtly that he was looking forward with excitement to his birthday.

WOW. The youngest angel I have met so far happens to be the one that God used to save my life. Though these were numbers that seemed unbelievable, it wasn’t uncommon for angels to add the word “earth” when mentioning their age. This was because 1 year on planet earth is not the same as 1 year in heaven. Heaven seemed to be on a different “time” measuring zone. Infact, the mathematical formula of conversion was 1dh = 52.143de (1 day in heaven = 52 days 3 hours and 26 mins on earth). 53 million years old and not one wrinkle on your face? Talk about another side effect of being in the presence of the Lord.

The 85th floor was one of the 3 executive floors of the hotel. The other two floors were situated on the 126th and 179th levels. Talk about different levels of luxury. Beside the executive floors, most of the other levels had about 103 suites. Not so for the executive floors. Just 8 suites filled the 85th floor. Judging by the size of the hotel, each room here was like a duplex located on one plot of land. And to think that one of these 5-rooms “duplexes” was assigned to a team of 2 photographers from a nowhere called Nigeria.

“Can you please get your red pen & paper and write something down that I want you to give someone,” the Lord spoke to me. He had led me to a store the day before and instructed me to buy a red-inked pen. Though it wasn’t a color that I was used to working with, I gladly heeded His voice knowing that something good & great will come out of His biddings.

I instructed the team led by Jaiz to give me a moment & with my pen and paper I mustered words that seemed to be directed to someone standing by me: “Go ahead, I’m all ears.” It always seems interesting knowing that though the Lord was physically at the Temple Mount, His presence & voice could be felt & heard by whoever is His.

“97844 strands & 1062 lashes,” His voice said in a sad tone. “Kindly knock on the suite to your right and give the note to the gentleman that opens the door,” He said. I had moved beyond my human level of questioning the instructions that the Lord gives me. My new glorified level was the slogan of a former world-class shoe company: JUST DO IT.

Behold, I was right beside the suite the Lord had ask me to knock on. If I had hesitated to write the instructions for about 10 seconds, I would have walked way pass the room in question. With Jaiz, Zchabi, Favour & Folu waiting just 6 feet behind me, I mustered up courage to knock on the blue-diamond-studded door.
“Tell him that a mutual friend asked you to give him,” the Lord added. I had barely finished knocking when the door swung open by a handsome Irish gentleman in his early thirties. He seemed to have just ended a session of crying his heart out. His eyes were red with a redness that wasn’t of drugs or alcohol abuse.

“Yes,” he said in a cold husky voice while holding on to the door as if trying to prevent me from entering.

“I’m Seun Akisanmi, how are you doing this evening sir,” I asked with my right hand outstretched to give him a handshake.

“Can I help you,” he said looking straight into my eyes and ignoring my handshake and question.

“A mutual friend asked me to give you this,” I said while handing him the note. He hurriedly put it 10 inches to his eyes and read the content.

Suddenly I could see his face turning pink and his eyes swelling up with a fresh bout of tears. He slowly looked at me and with two streams of tears running down his cheeks he muttered “Thank you.” And with those words he gently closed the door & left me looking at my reflection at the entrance of his diamond-door suite 8502. I was in suspense.

“Thank you,” the Lord said to me in a happier tone.

“Anytime Lord, anytime,” I responded aloud while joining my team that had watched the 90 seconds drama unfold.

To be continued…
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