There’s a train loaded with passengers barreling down a set of railroad tracks at full speed. Up ahead are two children playing on the tracks. You, watching this take place from a bridge overhead, scream to no avail. The conductor, who doesn’t have time to stop, can’t hear you and neither can the children who are oblivious to what’s coming. Your only hope lies in the stranger standing next to you. If you throw him off the bridge, it could stop the train and save the lives of the children. If you don’t they die. What do you do?
This was a situation a friend of mine teaching an ethics class gave his students. While it’s an extreme example I pray I never experience in real life, the image of screaming from a bridge trying to warn people of what’s coming has been hitting home with me the past couple of weeks in terms of the spirituality of Cayman.
Some days I’ll sit on campus surveying the student population as they interact with one another, ponder their thoughts on God and the role He plays in their lives. More often not I’m overwhelmed by the reality that very few people actually care about Jesus in this “Christian nation.” It’s as if a veil is over their eyes that prevents them from being cognizant to the reality, and the gravity, that with every passing moment we are one moment closer to His return. I’m reminded of Luke 17 in which Jesus says the time of his coming will be similar to that of the days of Noah: people will be eating, drinking, and marrying when everything will unexpectedly change.
This past year there’ve been multiple visions concerning a disaster hitting Cayman and at first I was skeptical. In comparison to the United States, Cayman is practically a saint. Oftentimes I’d pray in anxiety only to be met with certainty and peace. It wasn’t until recently disaster felt like a possibility.
It’s brought me back to Ezekiel 33 in which God calls Ezekiel to be a watchman for the people of Israel. In those days ordinary watchmen were responsible for alerting the people of danger. They’d stand in the gap of the wall and if they saw an enemy approaching they’d sound the trumpet to warn everyone. If the watchman fell asleep or decided not to say anything, it meant destruction for his people. Ezekiel gets called a watchman to warn the people of Israel of God’s judgment towards them. If he should fail, the punishment gets executed but it’s on his head for not saying anything. It’s his responsibility to stand in the gap for Israel and plead their case before God.
In talking through the ethical dilemma my friend posed to his students, we agreed that from a Christian perspective self-sacrifice is the best solution. The question is whether or not we’d do it. God has called me to be a watchman for Cayman, awakening those around me from slumber and complacency to the reality of who he is. For Him, and for them, it’s worth giving everything I have.
It won’t always be easy. Not everyone wants to be woken up. But what I can say is that the awakening is growing.