One rainy night in Winter of 1980 I came home and found my wife was missing. I became hysterical. I called some of her close friends, but I got no leads. Then, I turned to relatives but no luck. Finally, I called the police. They said all they could for me was list her as a missing person. I retired to bed, hugged a pillow and tried to sleep, but sleep evaded me also. I started feeling hungry, so I went into the kitchen to prepare something to eat only to discover that the kitchen had no knives. I was left in a house without a wife and a kitchen without a knife. I went back to bed and cried myself to sleep. I dreamt my wife was back, and we were having dinner. I woke up and found out it was a dream. I grabbed my Bible and turned to Ecclesiastes 3, which says, “There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven” (NIV Chap : 1). I asked myself, “What kind of season is this for me?”
Then, in the Spring of 1990, just when flowers started blooming and birds started singing, I came home from work. As I approached the gate, I saw a light on in the house. I drew a little closer, then I heard a voice saying, “Don’t be afraid. It’s me” I said, “What are you doing here?” My wife replied, “come inside.” As I got inside, she started telling me a bibical story about the prodigal son whose father thought was lost, but has now been found; therefore, his father made a welcome home feast for him. (St Luke Chap 15, NIV). She then said, “Here is your prodigal.” I was dumbfounded. My wife had made dinner, so we ate and retired to bed. The dream about returning home and having dinner had come true.
Written by Roy Barrett, English 098 G, Spring 2011