Wednesday, 24 June 2015

The Seedy Presumption - 6

The story continues...

Mama had obviously already briefed the Prophet. We went straight into prayer mode, but not before I was handed a scarf to cover my head. There was no time to waste. It was supposed to be a fifteen minute session. I prayed along, thanking God for touching Papa’s heart on the issue of my education. I however had questions for him. Like why does he allow Papa to act the way he does most of the times? Why couldn’t we just live as one happy family with no need to go see Prophets and Men of God every now and then? I told him that he was making it hard for me to always believe he was real. Mine were silent prayers. I could hear the others though I couldn’t make out what they’d been praying as they’d been speaking in strange languages. Mama’s sounded like a cross between French and Chinese. I stifled a giggle. After a few minutes, the Prophet silenced all of us. He had a word for me.
“Anima, as I was praying, the Lord opened my eyes and I saw something.” The way he said it sent some panic through me. “Don’t worry my daughter, the Lord reveals to redeem.” He sensed my panic and made an effort to calm me down. He turned to Mama, “The devil knows what lies ahead of your daughter. That is why he wants to stop her from going forward. But he is a liar!”
“Oh yes he is!” Mr Personal Assistant piped from his position beside the Prophet, accompanying it with a loud clap.
The Prophet signalled him to get him a glass of water and continued while waiting for it, “I saw three big mountains between her and her future.” His eyes were back on Mama as he reached for the water and gulped it down, pausing for his words to make impact.
“As she struggled to climb the first mountain, I saw a seed planted in the spiritual realm. It yielded a wonderful harvest before she got to the mountain top but nobody wanted to harvest it.
“Man of God, what could this mean?” Mama was anxious and I must admit I was also anxious to hear what he had to say.
“I wasn’t shown the meaning, but let’s keep praying for revelation.”
He turned to face me. “We are going to pray for the next five minutes and scatter all mountains in your path, my daughter.” He signalled for me to draw nearer, and laid his hands on my head when I got before him. I noticed Mr Personal Assistant dash to stand behind me from the corner of my eye as the Prophet kept pushing my head backwards. It felt like he wanted me to fall down. The harder he pushed, the firmer I dug the sole of my feet into the ground.
“My daughter, if you do not allow the Spirit to move, our prayers will not work o.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but there was no way I was going to allow myself to be pushed to the ground. After what seemed like eternity, he abruptly ended the prayers. “This one requires fasting in addition. I’ll join you to fast for three days. I rarely do that for free, but I’ll do that for you my daughter.”
His eyes were closed as he spoke. He called Mama forward to join me, laid hands on both of us and said a short prayer after which we were dismissed. “Come back on the last day of the fast. We will pray together and everything will be over.”
“Thank you Prophet. May the almighty God continue to bless you.”
Mr Personal Assistant was at her side with the Love Offering container. She reached for her bag, took out some money, dropped it in and turned to face me, “Anima, say thank you to the Man of God.”
“Thank you Man of God”, I repeated, feeling like a toddler saying thank you for a lollipop.

“All praise to the Almighty,” he answered.

Monday, 15 June 2015

The Seedy Presumption - 5

Continued from Part 4....

I wasn’t sure I heard right. “What did you say, Papa?
“Your mother made some sense, although I still stand by my views. I’m not as bad as you two think”, His gaze was back on me, “I’m just patiently waiting to tell you two “I told you so””, and with that, he got up and left for work, skipping his breakfast.
“Didn’t I tell you that my God doesn’t disappoint?”
I nodded in agreement. Papa’s opening remark was however not lost on me. He was clear about it. His mind was long made up before our prayer session. There was no point in reminding Mama of this. I was however not ready for her next statement.
“Hurry up and get ready. I spoke with the Prophet earlier in the morning. He wants us to come in for a special session.”
“Oh Mama! Why don’t you call him and let him know there’s no need for us to pray again. The problem has been solved.” I had been looking forward to catch up on my lost hours of sleep.

Situated on the outskirts of Accra, our journey to The Lord’s Vineyard Philanthropic Miracles Ministry involved three car changes and three hours on the road, one of which was spent battling the terrible Monday morning traffic. We made our way to the prophet’s personal assistant who was suited up in a glass cubicle in front of his mentor’s office, drenched in sweat. He noticed the look of confusion on my face as he looked up from his diary to confirm our appointment. With a knowing smile, he explained without my asking, “Our AC’s sickness has come again o. We are trusting God to touch someone’s heart to meet the ministry at its point of need.”
I only nodded in reply. He turned to Mama,
“Mrs. Anim, the Prophet will soon call for you. He wants me to let you know that the Lord has laid it upon his heart to not charge any consultation fees today from 8am to 9:45am, and you are blessed to have your appointment fall within this timeframe. Just feel free to drop whatever seed the Lord lays on your heart in the Love Offering container when you go in to see him.”
Mama turned to face me, “This our God is a miracle worker.”
“Yes he is.” Saving 100 cedis through this waiver was a miracle.
We waited our turn in the stuffy reception with the AC spewing out hot air with each swing. After about ten minutes, Mr Personal Assistant came out of his cubicle to lead us in. I was surprised when he didn’t excuse himself.

Sobering Reminder

I don't know why I feel like it's morally wrong to be posting part 5 of the story seeing as we're in a state of mourning here in Ghana. Mourning the lives of scores of people who began the week having not the faintest idea they were going to end up not just dead, but burnt beyond recognition....
This is a reminder to me that this life we live is but a vapor. Here today, gone tomorrow.....
A reminder to live each day as if it were my last. A reminder to not hold grudges. A reminder to not keep putting off what I know needs to be done because a time will come when my maker will call me home....And I might end up in the wrong home if I lose sight of the fact that home could be eternal life or eternal damnation....sobering but important reminder these few days have been.
Even as those of us who count ourselves lucky go on and on about how God saved and delivered us from the floods or whatever form of death could have had us mute by now, I find myself asking myself this - Are we implying by our gratitude for life that those who died did something wrong? And what about those of them who have been called to eternal life? Why do we always look at death from the lens of negativity?...It's a question I've asked myself many times. I guess I'm rambling now. I'll just end it here...