segatashya 7

In that dream I had all those months ago... 

I watched from a distance as Segatashya continued to deliver messages from Jesus to a growing number of spectators gathering around him. Segatashya’s low, gentle voice was fueled by his trademark  earnestness.  He was speaking hurriedly, as if his mind was burdened by too much to say in too little time.

For a while, I stood on the edge of the circle of light, and silently listened to him speak, my heart warming to hear his voice once again. Then I stepped into the light and moved toward him, pushing my way through the crowd until I reached his bench and could sit beside him. He was still facing away from me, but I sensed he was aware of my presence. 

We had met many years before, and I knew he would recognize me as soon as he noticed me sitting there. I also knew that although he had been dwelling in heaven for many years, he must be both aware and happy that I had written a book about Kibeho. But for some reason, Segatashya kept his back to me, and wouldn’t turn to greet me. 

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I had a sinking feeling, that he didn’t want to look at me. 

Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I placed my hand on his shoulder, and gently spun him around. “Segatashya!” I cried out. “What are you doing here? You’re dead! Why have you come back to this life? Don’t you know that you can’t speak to these people? When they realize you’re dead, they will be terrified of you. They’ll run away and be too frightened to hear what it is you’re saying to them!”

My heart sank when I saw the expression on his gentle face. 

This boy I loved so much—and who, in life, always seemed to have a smile on his lips—did not look at all happy to see me. “You ask me why I am here?” he asked flatly. “The reason is simple: if no one else is willing to spread my messages to the world, I must find a way to do it myself.”

I gulped. My stomach tightened as I realized that Segatashya was indeed very aware of the book I’d written about Kibeho, and he wasn’t pleased about it.

And then, without using words, he looked into my heart and asked me, “Immaculée, why have you been so concerned about whether the Church gives or does not give official approval to the visions that I had while I was on Earth? You know how late the hour is for humankind. You know that the end is near.  

Isn’t  telling my story more important than waiting for someone on Earth to give my words a stamp of approval? Isn’t letting people know about the messages Jesus gave to me the most important thing in the world? What is more crucial than sharing the messages Jesus urgently wants people to know about as soon as possible—messages he wants people to know about right now, before it’s too late?”

Then Segatashya smiled and said, “You know, some messages are so important that they must be told immediately, no matter what. Some things are so important that they just can’t wait for approval!” He reached out and touched my arm, and I awoke with a start.

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