Sunday, August 30, 2020

The Visit

 


“THE VISIT” is a collaborative report on an event witnessed by The Reverend James Milton Stradford. 

THE STRADFORD FAMILY JEWELS is one of 12 first chapters on an extraordinary journey from “slaveship to spaceship.”  For those who have yet to share THE VISIT by The Reverend James Milton Stradford, it was published October 2001 in TheEnterpriZe from slaveship to spaceship, an intellectual property of Eric Stradford and Stephanie A. Walker Stradford.

As he slept through the night, THE VISIT, which some might call a dream, became reality for James Milton Stradford and those with whom he shared it.  “I don’t know how it started. Nothing out of the ordinary had occurred the day before.  It was as eventful as any other day.” He estimates the journey occurred sometime between two and four o’clock in the morning (Chronos).

“I was talking to Mother before I went into the hospital and before I knew it, we were going up the King’s Highway.”  Alma Catherine Thomas Stradford, his bride of 57 years at the time, could not recall THE VISIT.  But according to Big Dad, she was clearly present.  “I can’t recall how I was dressed, but she wore a long evening gown.”  Big Dad’s eyes shined brightly as he described his bride’s beauty.  In listening, one could visualize a celestial princess clad in a flowing gown of gossamer.  It was crystal clear that they were headed for someplace they had never been.

The road they traveled was not pavement.  It did not appear as clusters of clouds.  It was just like the sun shining down from Heaven to Earth.  You could see the streak of light where the sun went down into the water.  The light on which they traveled measured about 10-12 feet in width.  “It was just a light, but it looked like a fraction from a mighty powered light.”

Though Big Dad never finished high school, he painted a verbal picture that reflected Wisdom’s presence.  The true beauty of this painting was the God-given simplistic manner in which it was being presented.  With tear-filled eyes and a steady voice, his recollection of THE VISIT continued.

“We went up from Earth to Heaven and, when we got to Heaven, the doors were open.  The door did not open as we arrived – the heavens were already open, and we just walked in.  Moses was the first I recognized.  He was there to log us in.  He was big—a great giant of a man – favored Milton (oldest grandchild).  His golden hair was twisted to one side and he was pleasant. He was the most beautiful man I ever saw.  When I looked at him, I knew him as I know you.  I had never seen him before, but I knew this man to be Moses.”

After Moses, we came to Peter’s mansion, and after that, the mansion of the Apostle Paul.  He recalled that “they too were men of great stature—men he had never seen before.  Nobody told me this was Peter.  Nobody told me it was Apostle Paul.  No one introduced me to Moses.  When I saw them, I knew them—I knew them by name.”

The next area visited was described as a construction site.  “The took me to a mansion that was not complete.  It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.  The architects were still working on it.  They said to me this is going to be yours when it is finished.” 

From there, THE VISIT continued to a “Hall of Records.”  There were two names on a scroll on the wall.  I don’t know what the first name was, but the second was mine.”

“Oomph!  All the people I worked with and all the friends I’ve had, you mean to tell me that only two names are on the scroll and one of them is mine?”  At that point, a voice spoke to him saying, “This is your record which has been kept.  The reason why your record appears here is simply because you did what I told you to do.  You didn’t give into the world or the dictation of anybody.”  The voice continued, “Your record is here and when your mansion is completed, you’ll be in yours as the Apostles Paul, Peter and Moses are in theirs.

From the Hall of Records, they traveled to what Big Dad thought would be the reception or banquet for which they were formally dressed.  “We came around the edge of the River of Life, where we sat down.  Everything was moving around –everything and everybody.  Every living creature would just step off into the River of Life.  Nobody was struggling to get in or out.  There was no sign of anything unkindly.  There was no death.”

“We left there for an area where there were two rivers.  One river went one way and the other flowed the other way.  There was nothing earthly about these rivers.  They were separate from the River of Life.  They were crystal clear with no dirt or anything in them.”  Big Dad referred to this area as the “Alter of the Almighty.”

“We heard a mighty sound—mightier than the great jets taking off.  Trying to figure out where this noise was coming from, we happened to look up.  The sound was coming from a great bronze-colored chariot.”

Big Dad described the sled shape of the chariot’s front as having “a turn-up” and God was standing in the midst of it.  “It came over us.  Just as it passed, I caught a glimpse of it to know what color it was.  In the shadows I could see the golden hair of the Almighty.  I didn’t see his face, just the shadow.”  He said, “I am God, beside Me there is none other.” 

THE VISIT ended with a ride home in a gray-colored chariot.  “The next thing I remember, we were getting out of the chariot and I woke up.” 

Thursday, August 20, 2020

The Words Get in the Way

 By Eric Stradford, U.S. Marine Corps, Retired

AMWS, August 2020, Atlanta – I, Eric Stradford, being of arguably sound mind and reasonably sustainable body, do bequeath and bestow this virtual epitaph on all who shall see these presents.  Greetings in the omnipotent authority of Jesus The Christ, through whom ALL THINGS are possible.

I have been lamenting over a family conversation since my brother, the late Arthur Lee Stradford prompted me to do something at the funeral of our brother, the late Walter Gene Stradford.  What he asked was perhaps contrary to tradition, but hardly out of character for this retired United States Marine.  “Somebody needs to take charge here,” said Art.  Since I’m the only one around to tell the story, I guess that makes mine the only credible version of the truth.  The result was a procession, with family members falling in line and going along with the program.

This week, I’m working on my own exit strategy as family members react to a word on the latest family member stricken by complications of diabetes, perhaps aggravated by exposure to COVID-19, and certainly stressed about the folks we leave behind.

If I may first address beneficiaries of the “Family First” doctrine.  I heard this during a telephone conference call convened by my sister Jacqueline in celebration of our sister, the late Ida Mae Stradford Cain.  To each of you, I bequeath the right and responsibility to vote.  I want to emphasize that any voter who dies before election day is absent from the body and as such, disqualified to vote. 

Dead people can’t legally vote.  But, among the living, any two can agree on the best candidate to perpetuate your family values.  This collective corporate action distinguishes you as “a specific group of people that may be made up of partners, children, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents   -- a group of people who share common ancestors.”

Many families are challenged by perception, often misperception, stemming from conversations among and/or about other family members.  The group capacity is diminished by an innate failure to articulate personal feelings, and as such, inherited values.  So along with the right and responsibility to vote, I bequeath to “family” my perception of reality as it relates to the words, “I Love You.”   

I’ve been trying to say this since I graduated Defense Information School as a Broadcast Information Specialist.  That experience endowed me with an enhanced appreciation for words.  In 1986, I was stationed on the island of Okinawa in Japan.  Far from the Christian home that produced more than a dozen preacher’s kids, I struggled to recover from emotionally crippling life events an ocean and a continent away.  My second oldest nephew, Jerome Simpson and his wife Dorothy, offered shelter and a word for which I remain eternally grateful.   I don’t often open that Bible, but it has become the foundation for my lifelong learning via the Internet.

Another nephew, the oldest and one of two to inherit their grandfather’s name, is the Jacob to my Esau experience.  At Genesis 27:19, Jacob said to him (his father Isaac), “I am Esau, your first son.  I have done what you told me.  Now sit up and eat some meat of the animal I hunted for you.  Then bless me.”  My nephew Milton, born two months before me, has lived with his grandfather’s middle name for the last 66 years.  Growing up, he was the one with the cute fat cheeks.  And, he could “sang” like an angel.  He could have been Luciano Pavarotti had he been born Italian. 

We once formed a private club on the upstairs porch at the “Big House” at 7419 Wade Park Avenue.  No girls were allowed.  Milton endured three sisters.  I had ten.  Milton’s COVID-19 diagnosis, complicated by our common family value known as diabetes, has endowed him to finally get the last word in between Kat’s kittens, ShaRon, Melanie and Antoinette.  Romans 8:28 is The Word from Big Milt’s inherited “Jacob” blessing.

Now understand, an omnipotent being would be a being whose power was unlimited.  The power of most human beings is limited in two distinct ways: we are limited with respect to our freedom of will, and we are limited in our ability to execute what we have willed.  I can only hope to compound Big Milt’s Romans 8:28 blessing toward my own inherited double portion from John 14  “And if you ask for anything in my name, I will do it for you.  Then the Father’s glory will be shown through the Son.  If you ask me for anything in my name, I will do it.”  I didn’t want to seem greedy or omnipotently overconfident with this, so my ANYTHING in a nutshell has become #NoPoverty.  I’m going to need just a little help from any two of 2.4 billion believers.

To put things into perspective, “I believe I can achieve whatever I believe I can achieve.”   Print that on my virtual tombstone and go find two others to make it so.  That’s my story.  I’m sticking with it for the little time remaining in my Temporal Economy.  I have been in COVID-19 quarantine since February 2020.  I have been diagnosed by medical doctors with borderline Stage 3 Chronic Kidney Disease.  Dr. E B, my internal medicine physician prescribed Trulicity during my last examination in August 2020.  As a benefit of my 20 years of military service, my healthcare is covered by Tricare.  As a benefit of making it to age 65, Medicare is supposed to cover that which Tricare does not.  My blanket policy is a group policy shared by 2.4 billion heirs of salvation.  Blessed Assurance is a guaranteed affordable care policy.

Now before you look to comfort my lovely, or those in claim lawful succession, allow me this final reflection on my lexiconic legacy.  I know you love me, now love me like you really know me.

In her ballad “The Words Get In The Way,” Gloria Estefan ministered healing at a time when I felt hurt by people who say they love me.

I realize you're seeing someone new

But I don't believe she knows you like I do

Your temperamental moody side

The one you always try to hide from me

 

But I know when you've got something on your mind

You've been trying to tell me for the longest time

But before you break my heart in two

There's something I've been trying to say to you

 

But the words get in the way

There's so much I want to say

But it's locked deep inside and if you look in my eyes

We might fall in love again

 

I won't even start to cry

Before we say goodbye

I'm trying to say I love you

But the words get in the way

 

Your heart has always been an open door

But baby I don't even know you anymore

And despite the fact it's hurting me

I know the time has come to set you free

 

But the words get in the way

There's so much I want to say

But it's locked deep inside and if you look in my eyes

We might fall in love again

 

I won't even start to cry

Before we say goodbye

I'm trying to say I love you

But the words get in the way

I'm trying to say I love you

But the words get in the way