BANNER DAY – SONG, November 11, 2025

“Seriously, Hup,” his wife presses him for an answer as she hangs clothes up to dry in the backyard. “All of a sudden you’re quiet. Why?” Gracie stands watching.

“Last night. I’ve never experienced the intimacy I had with Jesus. When I first repent of my sins and believed in Jesus as my Savior… well, that was a long time ago, and as you just said, things have changed the past couple of years. I’ve been drawn into a deeper relationship.”

“So?” She hung up a blouse.

“I feel like I’m losing you. I know you’re running with me, but it’s like I’m John beating Peter to the tomb, when we should arrive holding hands.”

“What makes you think John felt that way?” She paused and watched Hup for a moment as he scratched his head. “What about last night?”

“Well, I can’t begin to explain it… how awesome it was… like it’s said in verse 4… brought into a banquet room where I was feted… a banner over me.”

“What did the banner say? Did it say anything?”

“Yes. I sat under it and it said, ‘This one is mine,’ for all the world to see… the seen and unseen worlds… powers… the Devil saw it. I  saw him creep around the exterior of the room. He knew the boundary. I don’t think I breathed the entire time that I was there… such delicacies…  love that poured from flagons… flasks of fine… wine… cellared from time past and to be forever poured…  apples hand picked by God himself that I could not refuse and ate – ate, until sick. 

“You became sick?”

“Yes, sick of his love.”

“How could that be Hup?”

“I awoke and realized my humanity… my fallenness… I was drowning as the Apostle Peter who stepped into the water but then realized… ” Hup didn’t finish his thought. He slouched and leaned back against the fence.

“Hup?” 

“I’m okay. I just need a minute.”