A Man Called ‘Mr. White’ - The Gospel of Prosperity (part 1)

Once upon a century, there was a historian who lived in a French-trellised cabin. He had a treasure of gold and a trinket I which he kept the key to the lock on the treasure chest.

Mr. White was never a rich man; instead, all the people on the street knew him next to grimes. He had calloused hands, rusty fingernails, clubbed foot that grew worse with his never-ending stroll through the hallways and down the alleys in the province preaching ‘the gospel’.

“Hear Dah ga’-spul” - he would reel out whenever he took a stand on a short pedestal near St. Andrews Cathedral, a close near one circuitous road at St. Lois Street, downtown.

Mr. White taught about topics that no one who causally sit at a wine to discuss. He shared what he called; revelations about the Life and Death that men experience, Afterlife, Paradox of Life, Sin and Righteousness, and a lot of other topics that this writer can’t remember.

But Mr. White had many fans thought he was spited by a handful of folks who said his stink was more like what he preached.

A few of his regular audience would call him ‘wise one’. Mr. White held no contempt; members of the church in administration sent him away often. They said he preached heresy and what was not found written in the ‘Holy book’ or other written scripts that the elders and prophets read to them in the seminary.

Mr. White stayed indoor for a week and he watched the sun and the moon alternate in the skies by his waterlogged cabin. He prayed to never be taken away by sickness as he had a lot to still teach the people about ‘the kingdom to come’.

In one of the nights while he was all alone at his stable, he had a dream in his sleep ...that was more vivid than any he'd ever had before. He found himself standing in a vast, ethereal kingdom unlike anything he had seen or spoken about. There were rivers of pure, shimmering gold, trees bearing fruits of knowledge and wisdom, and skies alight with celestial bodies so bright they outshone the sun itself.

All around him, people were not just living but thriving, basking in a sense of harmony and fulfillment he had never known existed. They were not bound by the same laws of life and death he preached about; instead, they seemed to exist in a perpetual state of joy and enlightenment.

Suddenly, he was approached by a figure cloaked in pure, radiant light. It didn't speak in words, but he understood its message as clearly as if it had. It told him he had been chosen to reveal 'the kingdom to come' to those who would listen. This was the truth he was meant to share, the ultimate gospel.

When Mr. White awoke, he found the key to his trinket chest clutched in his hand. The key was glowing with an otherworldly aura similar to that of the figure in his dream. In his chest, instead of the gold he remembered, lay a scroll. It was inscribed with teachings unknown to him until then, the revelations of 'the kingdom to come.'

Invigorated by his dream and newfound knowledge, Mr. White didn't hesitate. He left his cabin, limping down the streets with renewed determination, towards St. Andrews Cathedral. He climbed onto his usual pedestal and began to preach with an intensity he had never shown before. His words were new, yet they rang with truth. He spoke of the dream, the radiant figure, and 'the kingdom to come.'

As he preached, the crowd grew. Even those who had previously spited him began to listen, drawn in by the sincerity in his voice and the truth in his words. The administration of the church watched in silence, unable to turn him away this time.

Mr. White, the once rejected historian, became the herald of the new kingdom. His audience learned to look past his grime and stench, and instead began to see the wisdom and truth he held. They finally understood that his message was not one of heresy, but of hope, love, and a kingdom that was waiting to welcome them. The key to the treasure had always been his words, and now, they shone brighter than gold.