What you do not eat today you will be served tomorrow. "Eat."

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“Eat!”

 

Once upon a time when I was just a four year old boy at my grandmother's convenience store a woman came after sunset bringing a baby in her hands. She told me, “Call your grandmother.”

 

When grandma came out of her kitchen, she said: “This baby is your son’s child.”

She handed the baby to grandma and turned around on her heels and walked away without once turning her head back to look at her baby.

 

That day I, Gerardo Gutierrez Santillana (GGS) grandfather of Gabriella Gutierrez Skrivan (GGS), became instantly the big brother and a babysitter to my adopted brother, the now Reverend German Gerardo Santillana (GGS). The Teaching elder and former moderator of the General Assembly of the Church in Peru, former National Director of the Nehemiah Corporation and actual Director of Radio Amauta.

 

It seems as if it was just yesterday that I was telling baby German, “Eat”.

Little did I know that seventy years later I would be telling him again, “Eat.”

German is in his second week of treatment for a confirmed case of Covid-19 with constant fever, headaches, constant pain in his throat, complete loss of appetite, great difficulty breathing and unable to sleep one decent night.

 

German says, “I am strangely bored to death, I hate food, nothing tastes good and I am also a confirmed diabetic and fighting pneumonia.”

 

In tears I talk to German in Peru every day and say the same thing, “Eat”. 

I am not feeling good at all either, but like Elijah I am a spoiled brat and have an angel in disguise feeding me and helping me to go on in life and ministry.

“Eat.” “Eat.” Please “Eat for me!” I insisted to German who truly loves me. 

 

Finally, last night I, as my guardian angel does with me, called to check on the “Emotional pulse” of German and to my joy his otherwise gloomy voice was a little stronger and a notch happier. “He is eating, fever has subsided” and I went to bed happier. I had a solid six-hour sleep and I am feeling better for both of us and sharing with you my joy so you can rejoice with us as we are finding our lost health. 

 

Some who might have lost their taste for life might say, “Who cares?”

We know some of that feeling; I also lost taste for food, even though food was there in front of me delivered by a beautiful blonde lady at my door. I am also in my second week of “Eating” regularly and I am happy to report that for the first time in many years my blood sugar is steadily normal. Yesterday it was down to 70 which is too low for me. I was shaking like a leaf until I had some Glucerna shake.

 

So what? Some others might say.

So, nothing ...if it was not for what I read this morning at the crack of dawn from Jesus in Matthew 24: 45-46.

 

“Who then is the faithful and wise servant, whom the master has set him in charge of the servants in his household to give them their food at the proper time? It will be good for that servant whose master finds him doing so when he returns.”

 

Some others might still say, “So what does that have to do with you and me?”

Thank you for asking. If you have not noticed yet, all I have done since the love of my life died is to write and write and write some more in the hope you might “Eat” from my writings about Jesus my “One string on my banjo.”

“Eat.” “Eat.” Please “Eat.” (My food is an acquired taste, I come from the world.)

 

Only as you eat from the bread of life that is Jesus, you will gain strength enough to recuperate the taste and appetite for life and living. “Eat.” Please “Eat.”

 

God our heavenly father who art in heaven handed down to Ezekiel a scroll from heaven. On it was written words of lament, and mourning and woe for which Ezekiel did not have an appetite to eat, yet God said “Eat.” “Eat.” Ez. 2 to 3:11. 

 

In love, I force fed German as when he was a baby and now as an adult just like my angel “force fed” me in love until I gained strength.

 

So was Ezekiel force fed in love when he said, “He made me “Eat” and it tasted in my mouth as sweet as honey.”

 

Ever since I read Ezekiel and the Gospels, I also cook the best I know how and serve you your food on time for thought. Thanks to God some of you find it helpful. That pleases me to know that food is not being wasted.

 

In almost fifty years of ministry only four people out of hundreds did not want to receive my letters any more.

 

To which the Lord spoke to my heart clearly in Ezekiel: 2: 1 to 11 “Go tell them my words whether they listen or fail to listen, but they will know that a prophet has been among them.”

 

“Eat.” Please “Eat.” For your own sake “Eat.” Prayerfully “Eat.”

 

This was the sous chef of Jesus on duty.

 

Gerry Gutierrez.

 

PS. German said, “I miss you and wish you were near me.” (Thus, speaks the voice of seventy years of friendship. Our testimony is our love for one another.) Pray for us. 

The pictures in black and white are my brother German and me. the rest are my boys and their wives.