The Closed Book

He had wild hair, wears a brown shirt, khaki pair of trousers and brown shoes. This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four years of University. He was brilliant, in fact we use to think that he was a genius based on his looks; like the IT geeks. Kind of esoteric person who was  very bright. He became a Christian recently while attending Christian Union (CU) service.

In the University compound there is the hall that is  used by the CU every Sunday. CU is the biggest University Church with two to three services every Sunday, with an approximately 800 members per semester. One day Dylan decided to attend the service. Being a well known student in whom no one expected to see him walking in the church. He used the front door, whilst the late comers usually used the back door so as to avoid interruptions during the service. He walked in with his brown shoes, khaki pair of trousers and his brown shirt, wild haired as always. The service had already begun and so Dylan started his up and down the aisle looking for a seat.

The service was completely packed and he couldn’t  find a seat. By then people had started to look a bit uncomfortable and wondering; what a savage, has he turned mad? doesn’t he knows that he is in  the church? Oh! wonders of the world! but no one said anything. Dylan walked the full circle looking for an empty seat but there was none, when he realized there were no seats, he just went straight to the preachers seat. Although perfectly acceptable behavior in the church, trust me, this had never happened, and that brought the conclusion that something was going on in him!

We were all really uptight, and the tension in the air was thick. About this time, the preacher realizes that the environment has changed, an usher with  a three-piece suit a godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly slowly made his way towards Dylan. The Usher tried to talk to him to move somewhere else but he refused. But how do you expect an usher who has lived his entire life in church to understand some college boy on the preacher’s seat? The church was utterly silent except for the mind of people trying to figure out what on earth was going on with Dylan.

The preacher having noticed that, He called Dylan to say something, and not in our expectation, he rose, walked up to the pulpit grabbed the mic, and before he uttered any word, tears started to flow down his face. All eyes focused on him, you couldn’t even hear anyone breathing. Dylan started to sing my most emotional hymn When I survey the wondrous cross, by Isaac Watts, published in 1707.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Everyone choked up with emotions as they were trying to join in, we were all crying. Wait that wasn’t Dylan, naaah, Dylan can’t sing, wait is he crying, oh sweet Jesus is this your doing? Our mind were buzzing with questions. For me I opted to just keep quite and feel the words as they flow out of Dylan mouth straight to God. That was the most broken and contrite heart. The Spirit manifested itself as all the people broke into prayers in the best way they could to reach God’s heart.

When he finished Dylan firmly said, ” The amazing grace has reached him.”  then the preacher came back to gain control, and said, “What we have just seen, I will never forget and I will testify to the end of the world.” And that wasn’t the end of this college boy whom we new less about, he invited others to give their life to Christ Jesus and at the end of the sermon half of the people submitted their life to Christ.


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