When Heaven Swings a Seesaw

 

By Isaac Christopher Lubogo

 

Prologue: The Day Flesh Meets Spirit

 

Today is Sunday, a day not merely marked by calendars, but by conscience. A day where, even if only faintly, humanity turns its eyes to the hills from whence help must come.

It is the appointed Sabbath of reflection—where even the most stubborn atheists, in their private moments of despair, whisper cautiously to the unknown: “If You’re there, say something.”

 

But what if He does?

 

When the Supernatural Is Not a Hoax

 

In an age of fake prophecies and dramatic false deliverances, the supernatural has almost been reduced to a meme—clergy with microphones, drama with drums, and healing by PayPal.

 

But I speak of something else. Something sacred. Something terrifyingly real.

That moment when human logic collapses.

When medicine packs up its bags and science bows its head.

When no theology can define what just happened—but your soul knows that Heaven just walked by.

 

The Seesaw at the Bus Stop: The Story of Muzeyi Philipo

 

It was meant to be a casual evangelism visit—an old man, Muzeyi Philipo, whose soul I had targeted for redemption. I had my verses ready, my theology sharp, and my altar call polished.

 

But this was no ordinary elder.

Muzeyi was a content Church-of-Uganda believer, baptized, confirmed, and immune to Pentecostal urgency.

He believed in God, yes—but not in my version of salvation.

 

So I pulled out my last card.

 

“Muzeyi,” I asked, “have you ever had a personal encounter with Christ?”

 

He paused.

The room shifted.

And then came the story that rewrote my faith, not his.

 

Deathbed by the Bus Stop

 

Years ago, he had been deathly ill. Jinja Hospital had done its part, and now they had done their worst: given up.

He was discharged—not in celebration, but in surrender.

 

Laid on a stretcher and left at a Jinja-Iganga bus stop like discarded cargo.

His companion had gone back to retrieve a forgotten coat.

And there he lay—dying, unattended, in public.

 

Then it happened.

 

“Muuna, Idha Tuzane Muu.” – Come, Let’s Play

 

A man—no halo, no wings, just a strange joy—appeared near him, swinging on a child’s seesaw.

He beckoned, in Lusoga:

“Muuna, idha tuzane muu!”

(Come, let us play together!)

 

The dying man replied:

“Muuna, toboona nti ndimulwaire?”

(Can’t you see I’m too sick to even stand?)

 

The man insisted:

“Situuka!”

(Wake up!)

 

And as if God Himself had commanded Lazarus, the old man stood.

Walked.

Sat next to the stranger.

 

Then came the whisper that echoed across his destiny:

 

“Oidha kuuba mukulu.”

(You will be a great man.)

 

And just like that—poof!—the man vanished.

 

The Prophecy Fulfilled

 

Muzeyi Philipo lived.

He rose.

He prospered.

A man who was once illiterate and forgotten began walking into rooms he was never trained for and into favor no curriculum could have qualified him for.

 

And me—the preacher?

I left that house more converted than I came in.

 

Moments When Only God Can Come Through

 

We all reach moments when flesh fails.

Moments when your last CV has been sent.

When school fees are beyond you.

When your child’s name sits on a list that says “Not Graduating.”

When debt collectors knock louder than your prayers.

When the pharmacy says “Come with money,” and your wallet replies, “I brought only faith.”

 

In those moments, logic is bankrupt.

And the only currency accepted is divine intervention.

 

Supernatural Requests from Earth’s Bus Stops

 

Lord, this Sunday,

Swing by our bus stops—

Where we’ve been left on stretchers, where systems have given up on us.

 

Visit us in our despair and whisper again: “Situuka!”

Wake us up, not with noise, but with purpose.

Remind us we are not forgotten freight.

Remind us that the supernatural doesn’t require microphones—it only needs a moment.

 

Conclusion: Dear Guardian Angels, Please Don’t Delay

 

To the mothers praying for bread.

To the fathers praying for tuition.

To the sons battling illness.

To the daughters chasing destiny.

To those wanting to win political positions

To those wanting jobs

To those in prisons

To those wanting marriage

To those wanting children

To those wanting to finish school

To those feel betrayed and frustrated

To all whose situations now exceed human capacity—

 

May the same God who swung on a seesaw near Muzeyi find you.

 

Final Quote for This Sunday

 

“There are days when theology cannot explain what just happened—but your soul knows: this was God.”

— Isaac Christopher Lubogo, Suigeneris

 

 

Amen. And Situuka.