THE FINAL CHECK

Sunday, 03/29/26 at 11:40
Sammy Omosh
Kenya

Have you ever prepared for a journey in the best way possible, only for something to go haywire at the very last minute?

Most recently, I was traveling down to the coast from Nairobi by the Standard Gauge Railway line. I had the option of getting to the main terminus via a vehicle or by a connecting train service. The train to the coastal city was departing at 8:00 a.m., and technically my preparation time began at 5:00 a.m. I requested Yah not to give me any dream or vision because I did not want to be late.

I arrived on time to board the 6:40 a.m. train to the main terminus, which takes 15–20 minutes. I went through the security check, but I had overlooked the small fee charged for the transport. I tried to process the payment via my phone—the Pesa platform—but my network was poor and froze for no apparent reason. The security man tried to help, but the process did not improve. The phone, which had been in good working condition, suddenly went bonkers.

The fee was less than half a dollar, yet I was completely cashless, with all my money stored in this “box” called a phone. By this time, almost everyone had passed through the screening point. I was allowed in, but the entrance gate was closed. If you are late, you must figure out another way to reach the terminus—for example, by road—but with the morning traffic, it would be a major setback.

I was directed to the payment counter, where a man was paying his fare in cash. We had less than five minutes before the train departed for the main terminus.

Financial technology had failed me terribly in a matter of minutes, almost crippling all my plans. Yet, in my “knower,” I had already seen myself in Mombasa. Yah had allowed me to go for a vacation and unwind; I do not travel just for the sake of going.

I shouted to the last man paying his fare, “Please help me pay my fare. I will refund you once we are in the train.” He paid both our fares with lightning speed and handed me my ticket as we rushed to board. No sooner had we sat down than our tickets were verified by an attendant. Then the doors closed, the horn blared, and off we went.

The man told me not to refund him. He shared a story of how, during a business transaction, he experienced the same issue. He was completely cashless, and the money he needed to pay was on his phone. A friend who was with him bailed him out at a critical moment. He said that experience taught him not to ignore others going through similar situations.

This was a complete stranger—not a friend, colleague, or acquaintance. Will the money payment platforms on our phones or bank cards fail us in the near future? Yah has everything under control, in both small and big matters.

While inside the coach, the man met some of his friends, and they began discussing the war in the Middle East. They spoke with such depth that you would think they were war technocrats. One of them was even quoting the Bible.

When we reached the main terminus, we alighted and began a rigorous security screening. I lost count of how many checks we went through—they were many. At one window, I presented my SMS booking confirmation, then received my train ticket after presenting my ID.

At one checkpoint, all luggage was placed on a conveyor belt with your phone on top. Two officers and two sniffer dogs conducted the screening. Woe unto you if a dog settles on your luggage—it would undergo a manual search, and if anything illegal were found, you know the consequences.

Next, you present your ticket at a scanner. If it turns green, a small gate opens, allowing you to proceed to the train. If it remains red, the gate will not open, and no human effort can override it.

By the time I completed the security process, I located my coach at the rear—number 12—ironically attached to the driver’s cabin. The number 12 represents midnight, and there were 12 Hebrew tribes. I found my seat, placed my luggage overhead, and settled in.

Instantly, I heard, “Write down the entire experience.” The instruction was to write in the past tense. I wondered why, but I obeyed.

Our journey began at 8:00 a.m. with a loud horn. If you do not arrive on time at the main terminal, you disqualify yourself. Many have arrived only to see the train depart before they could complete security. The ticket is non-refundable and non-transferable.

Being a watchman is not a 9-to-5 job. Your call of duty can come at unexpected hours. This journey did not wait for anyone. At 8:00 a.m., it began a six-hour trip, sometimes reaching speeds of 108 km/h.

The cabins were divided into Premium, First Class, and Economy, meaning ticket prices varied by class. Passengers came from all backgrounds and races, reflecting diversity. Does that not ring a bell?

Now I understand why I was told to document the experience.

Did not the Bible say the first shall be last and the last shall be first? What kind of preparation are we making for our onward boarding?

Preparation is not a one-time event. The “once saved, always saved” narrative can become a recipe for being left behind. The multiple security checks show that nothing is taken for granted.

You must conduct your own personal audit with the help of the Ruach. At the gym, no one does your cardio or lifts your weights for you—the instructor only guides. Likewise, each person must carry their own cross.

The Cross of Calvary is our pathway to Heaven. Repentance is a daily act, like eating daily meals. The ticket played a crucial role in accessing the final gate—it represents the blood of Jesus.

The screening process represents the work of the Ruach in our lives. He knows our thoughts and intentions deeply. We submit to Him for renewal, refinement, restoration, and realignment. He grants access to the throne room.

The day and time of travel were known, but Scripture says no one knows the exact day or hour. It remains a mystery in Heaven.

On 21/3/26 at 6:30 a.m., I saw a train approaching a station to pick up passengers. I ran to board it. The waiting time was about three minutes. That train stopped at six stations before concluding at the seventh.

If Yah sent the train to pick up His bride today, would you be ready?

We are in the season, whether long or short. Even non-believers say we are living in the end times, yet many believers avoid the topic.

Delays and Waiting Revisited

Before my trip, a police officer friend invited me to visit him. When I arrived, security was tight. He was unavailable, so I returned home. He later offered to send a driver, but the meeting was canceled again due to duty obligations.

Despite two failed attempts, I did not give up.

On my return trip, my departure time changed multiple times—from 10:20 a.m. to 11:20 a.m., then to 12:20 p.m. Are you ready to endure delays if it is the Lord’s will?

I told a pastor beside me, “Jesus has delayed His coming for so long—so is waiting two more hours a big deal?” He laughed and agreed.

I had no time to write while at the coast. I would rise early and return late, focusing only on communion and the Word. Abba knows our tomorrow, which we cannot see.

No wonder He instructed me to write on the train.

Revelation 10:5–6 — The angel declared that there would be no more delay.
Matthew 24:42–44 — Be watchful, for you do not know the hour.
Hebrews 10:37 — The Coming One will not delay.
Romans 9:28 — The Lord will act swiftly.
Matthew 25:13 — Stay watchful, for you know neither the day nor the hour.

Note: There is a message within this message. This was not written to boast, but as directed by Yah. I am simply a messenger doing His bidding. There have been times I remained silent because that was His will. One day, I will go silent again, as He told me.

Until then, I will continue as He leads.

God uses our experiences to convey His messages. All the glory and honor belong to Him.