A young man came. "I have a vision," he said. He spoke in other tongues. The vision spread, others spoke in tongues. Drunk with power, their plans & programmes, they fought for pre-eminence. Instead of visions, delusions. The vision faded. The young men went the way of the world.
10 more years. Another young man came. "I have a vision," he said. He spoke in other tongues; dreamt dreams, saw visions, healed the sick. Drunk with power, he fought for pre-eminence & sought to be served. Instead of visions, delusions. The vision faded. He went the way of the world. Meanwhile, the older men waited.
10 more years. Yet another young man comes. "I have a vision," he said. "Teach me."
Maybe. Maybe this time...the vision just might come to pass.
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