Ever since I was a child, my mother was careful to teach me about the Host High God, and all the prophets of old. I was stupid enough to believe the stories, the preacher, preached about; but they don't believe them to be true.
Even as a kid in Kindergarten, in Sabbath School, I wanted to be like Daniel, I wanted to be like the three Hebrew boys. I just could not understand; what Jonah's problem was. Why he was not willing, to do what the Most High God said. Even at a tender age, I wanted to do the will of the Most High God; even to die for him.
After my mother died, I became somewhat side tracked, However, I never lost my love for the Most High God. I always wanted to be a preacher and Mother wanted me to be a preacher also. But my Angels provided me with some information, which alerted me; to the path I was not going to take to ministry. that path was the path laid out by my mother.
looking back I can see how everything in my life, from a child led me to where I am today. Most of the things I did, the people I can into contact with, the people that helped me along the way and the people that opposed me; were all instrumental in taking and keeping me on the path, the Most High ordained for me.
There was one missing piece, How did my journey to Bermuda fit into my current destination. Bermuda was a lot of fun but, it was also a testing ground for me. It did not teach me anything I did not know about myself. I was not tried beyond my known abilities. So why did the Most High God saw it fitting that the Bermuda experience, was a part of my learning process.
Then I remember my encounter with Bermuda's first Olympic medalist: Mr. Clearance Hill. My successes and my understanding of the things, I encountered in this Los Angeles California Mission, would not have been so easily and readily understood, without the help of Mr. Hill's wisdom.
While I worked in Bermuda, one Saturday night; I was assigned the duties of Jailer, At the Hamilton Police Station. A gentle man was arrested, I could not remember what was the offence (s) for or if it was on a warrant he was arrested on.
For some strange reason, while I processed the man, I found this man very interesting. instead of putting him in the cell, I afforded him, the privilege of sitting in the processing room with me. I notice he was a very honest man, and he was not shut off to foreigners as some Bermudians are. Any time a prisoner came into the jail, I put Mr. Hill in his cell, while I processed the prisoner and after that was done, I took him out of his cell and back to the jailer's processing room, where we chat.
As we talked, I did cover Mr. Hill was Bermuda's first Olympic Medalist. I bought Mr. Hill's attention, some of the things I noticed about his little island; Shockingly he did not deny those things. You are able to see what Most Bermudian are totally blinded to; he said. Mr. Hill credited my insight, to having fresh eyes.
Then Mr. Hill began to delve deep into the Bermuda culture. He had his demons like each of us has, and he did not blame anyone for, his problems; he took full responsibility for them.
He told me things I never heard or knew before; things about Bermuda and about race relations and race conflict, things about life I just did not understand. I knew he believed everything he shared with me; because he was so honest and open.
Then he used, the now deceased, brilliant, black, Bermudian, lawyer: Julian Hall, as an example to help me understand what he wanted to share with me. I don't know if it was coincidence or providence, but I was introduced to this brilliant son of Bermuda, just a few days earlier. I never doubted, the wise and highly insightful man, but his understanding of things and his experience was far greater than mine. I just could not see or understand; the things he did; the things he shared with me.
That was because, I had some big obstacles in my way; which were of my limited understanding of life, my white tailored teaching and my limited experiences.
I often though of Mr. Hill and all the things he shared with me. I knew it was just a case, where I was unable to recognize the scenario, and my ability to apply Mr. Hill's imparted wisdom to those scenarios.
However, when I came to Los Angeles California, I was violently slapped in the face; everything Mr. Hill taught me, in that first and only meeting made sense. I was able to see, all he said in living colors. I saw Julian Hunt's lives, in the life of many black men and women. As a matter of fact I saw many Julian hunts here in California, I have seen many Clarence Hill here in California.
To be honest, I would have never been able to put the things I saw and experience in Los Angeles California, into perspective, without the insightful guidance of Mr. Clarence Hill. It was the foundation Mr. Hill laid down for me, as we spoke that night; made my comprehension of the dynamics between the Israelite the children of and the descendants of the Trans-Atlantic Slave trade and the Caucasians become so clear and so evident.
It is interesting; the path the Most High takes you on, and the people he used to teach you along that path all in an effort to accomplished his purpose, his will, for the redemption of his people Israel and the world.
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