God wants to speak to You

I awoke pondering the heading for my first post. I considered the above, and “Repent!” When I turned on my computer, I saw images of an eclipse of Africa and Kenyans viewing it. I thought about the Shembe Zulu Nazarites.

“Repent” is the cry from John the Baptist, the Nazarite for life, whom I was named after because my mother began to have labour pains on Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, that fell on October 5, 1946. I was born at 6:02 P.M. The sun set at 6:17. Within minutes you could see hundreds of shooting stars.
The nurses were at the window beholding the celestrial event, and bid my mother to come look, but she was too spent.

When my mother left the hospital and read my birth certificate, she went into a rage. They had put an H on my name. My mother wanted it spelled JON…