The time of the off-season.
“The Tree that Bears Fruit Out of Season.”
On the tenth month of the year 2018, on the eighteenth day, I had a dream. I had spent many years toiling, trying various activities to meet my needs. I was embittered by the defiant behavior of my first community of believers. After this desert time, where I tried my hand at various activities, I found myself in a field in the countryside. There was a young fruit tree, a plum tree, which suddenly bore fruit.
The fruits darkened as the seconds passed, my gaze fixed on the young plum tree. One could easily imagine that it was out of season. The tree had partially produced fruit. In the entire forest, only the fruits of this tree were noticeable. My mother asked me to build her a hut, as she was waiting.
It’s been a few days since I resumed my communion with God. I take literally all the dreams and visions I receive without being enslaved by them. Curiously, this morning, the ten psalms I had to read were related to my dream:
“You brought us into prison and laid burdens on our backs; you let people ride over our heads; we went through fire and water, but you brought us to a place of abundance.” (Psalm 66:11-12).
The following psalm adds:
“The land yields its harvest; God, our God, blesses us.” (Psalm 67:6).
And the next psalm concludes:
“God sets the lonely in families, he leads out the prisoners with singing; but the rebellious live in a sun-scorched land.” (Psalm 68:6).
Some will say that I am very emotional or sensitive. I used to be very rational in the past. No one can take away from my soul that God speaks in various ways. While I was reading the Holy Word, scales fell from my eyes. I felt like I was suddenly regaining sight, common sense: my mother’s gift. Thus, I went back and forth between the shower and the Word, washing my clothes, then returning to my bed to read. By faith, I sent her this message: “The plum tree has partially produced ripe fruit out of season. The fruits are suddenly ripe, and the plums are black. Let the mother of the son who claims a hut rejoice.”
Then, I continued with the reading. While I did so, a piece fell. I reconnected with my spiritual writings: my mother’s gift. The desire to evangelize in the streets returned to me. I understood the purpose of the land in Bafoussam, and then that of Melong. To build churches there. No, we should not flee from the darkness; we should emit as much light as possible so that the darkness flees. When what is perfect comes, what is partial will disappear. (1 Corinthians 13:10). Thus, I received the Word, and thus, I transmitted it.
This text is an excerpt from the book “BACK AND BACK: For the release of families in captivity” written by Jean-Paul Marie, Pastor Samuel Binyou.