Short Story – Martine Brice

WHISPERED REFLECTION

WHISPERED REFLECTION
This was just whispered into my spirit, “even the worst so-called enemy has at least once been a teacher!” Meaning, whether the source is listed or not, identified or not, categorized or not, recognized or not, understood or not, accepted or not; at some point in life, that source has been used to project a lesson that might’ve gone unlearned if not imposed. All of us have sources that we would rather not receive advice, help, or instruction from. However, God being who He is will take it upon Himself to use whatever sources He sees fit to bring knees to fold, to crush arrogance, to suppress stubbornness, to heal ignorance, to mold His own-then, a lesson is taught. After which, the source will pay for having been made available to be used in such a fashion toward or against God’s child. This is purely an example of God using foolish things to confuse the wise. That’s why it’s important to never feel yourself too wise in your own eyes because no matter how much of the answers you’ve gathered from your prolonged research, there still will remain undiscovered truths. Because you see, the Ultimate Truth resides ONLY in HE who has been, is, and forever will be Himself! He who gave us the Word that became flesh to walk among us speaks His Truth in us constantly, a whisper of Himself He bestows within our spirit. That small portion is often so mind-blowing to us that from such we often are blessed enough to write songs, poetry, story, books, filled libraries, making history, shaking worlds, rising new eras of Ages. All of which comes from a single whisper of God’s person through Christ whom we know as the Word, Way, Truth, and Life. We live in the Whisper of His Reflection!
06-16-2023
MBM

SAVING ROYAL BLOOD

It was a day like any other day but not! This was a day that would transform humanity, go down in history, a day that would stir the very core of human conscienceness for centuries to come. This day, Rabbouni was crucified. The crown of thorns on his head, the piercings at his hands, feet and side all screamed out it is finished as blood no longer flowed through the piercings but water instead.
I yearned to draw closer to the site to pick up the blood mixed soil that formed there to hold it to my bosom even as the earth gulped each drop but I dared not. I watched in wonderment as my eyes opened to this revelation, my gut wrenching from within. My eyes went from my Savior on the cross to the blood on the ground and as my eyes opened so did the ground where I knelt in amazement watching. I saw my Savior’s body formed from the pool of blood and began walking through a formed path beneath the earth. He came across those died past and his blood rendered justice where it was due, rectified the wrong they endured through his blood. He searched every corner beneath the earth and left no stone unturned, no earth corner unveiled. There was a loud rumbling of the caves as a result. Rabbouni found those that were long lost and saved their pitiful souls like only He could and did. It was out of this world the experience but you just had to be there! Just then it felt like someone pushed my spirit back into my body still kneeling there in disarray as I watched mesmerized at the spot where my Master’s blood pool laid. I was startled and looked around to find that the crowd was gone and I was knelt there alone at Golgotha at the feet of the cross where they just started taking down my Savior’s body to lay it to rest inside the tomb that belonged to Joseph of Arimathea.
I was there, but not!
08-03-2021
MBM-Tine Brice

THE CARA TWINS

In a world where everything is questioned, scrutinized, analyzed and ridiculed; Ebony and Ivory joined and birthed twins named Caramello and Caramella. Mello and Mella were one in many ways but early on their parents noticed something about those twins. Everything they did pointed to one objective, to unite the whole of society. They didn’t care if others spoke down to them because they knew who and whose they are. They seemed fearless in all they did those two. They were always a joy to watch as if they always had it all together, never faltering. They grew gracefully among their peers never bullying, stereotyping, ridiculing or judging. Rather, they loved! They showed affection to everyone and anyone who crossed their paths. They became the desire of many peoples affection. Through watching them many hardened hearts softened and they could once more hope in a future where brother embraces brother. The aroma of their love was contagious. Never before had these groups of people witnessed and lived such a reality that dug deep within the core of their being to find and surface the essence of their selves. It really was contagious that thing called LOVE for these same groups of people went on to impact other lives.

The thing with a good impact is that before it can be welcomed or accepted to influence a person, one must first recognize and agree of flaws that exist; then concur a good change is a necessity.

I don’t know whatever happened to those twins but man this world need them right now!

Written 01-19-2021

MBM-Tine Brice