Fear gripped me and I literally shivered. I wanted to run back into my room but the thought of him hitting me from the back wouldn’t let me. I heard some ‘gibberish’ in my head and I gave in.
This time the words came out fluently and I spoke them out loud. Whatever that was, it worked fine. He dropped the hammer and sat down on the floor maintaining strong eye contact.
“Holy Spirit have your way,” I said softly and he hit the tiled floor with the back of his head. He was in that position for more than fifteen minutes. I continued praying and speaking in tongues as I arranged the room. Few minutes after he stood up, mum and dad arrived. He refused to say anything to them. I didn’t either.
The night passed smoothly, except that my eyes and my mum’s met every now and then during the night devotion. Apparently, she must be surprised that I was not just awake, I was fully alive, saying the prayers with all enthusiasm. Indeed, a change had come. I could never be the same again.
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Resting my back on the foam I call bed was a soothing way to relax after a hectic day. The ‘Youths On Fire’ conference was a massive success. Young boys and girls caught the fire even Esther, pastor John’s daughter could not escape it. Hers was a deliverance plus series of encounters.
“God must have great things in store for that girl.” I thought and became sober immediately.
“But Me, Lord. What do you have in store for me?”
That question expressed the concern I had for myself as the youth conference drew to a close. I had prayed and fasted throughout the week, trusting that God would encounter me at the program. But there I was, with no evidence of a divine touch, helping to carry young boys and girls under the influence of the Holy Spirit. Really, I wished I were in their shoes.
“Well, God knows best.” I consoled myself.
“Lydia, Lydia…dinner is served…” Mum shouted from the sitting room and I buried my head beneath the pillow. My eyes were heavy. Food could wait. The sleep was more urgent.
“Help! Help!! Help!!!” A male voice screamed.
“My mum kept me here…” A tiny female voice said. She sounded like she was weeping.
“I don’t know why I’m here?” Another male voice said with confusion in his voice.
“This place is too dark, I can feel the darkness.” That sounded like a female voice too.
“I’m tired of myself…” Another female voice said.
I looked left and right hoping to find the bodies that owned the voices I was hearing. By my right and my left were bushes – thick bushes. I looked forward and saw a clear pathway with no end. I turned back and I saw him. Dressed in what could be described as white but whiter than anything I had ever seen. His eyes shone with such brightness I could feel them piercing through my soul and spirit. His presence overwhelmed me and I fell. Then I felt a hand touched me and raised me up.
“Young souls are perishing in the forest of life.” He said, His voice echoing like the sound of many waters. I tried to go down on my knees for fear of the heaviness of his voice but I couldn’t. My knees were straightened yet fear engulfed me.
“Particularly in your fireproofed church.” He said and I shook the more.
“You have the mandate to liberate these ones. I have invested and will still invest in you. You must not disappoint me.”
I nodded still overwhelmed by the aura that graced His presence. Then He said to me “Turn backward.”
I turned. The light from his eyes shone so brightly on the pathway. Then I saw a crowd at the end of the road. It became clearer as the light shone brighter. They were a crowd of young boys and girls struggling to find their way to the path.
“I will purge you. I will purge your motives. I will purge your heart. I will rid you of every religious jargon that has held you back. Then…then…you will shine.
When you shine, young boys and girls would find their deliverance. They will find their way to me. They will find their way to destiny. They will find their way to my agenda for their lives.
But if you refuse, if you refuse to submit to purging, you cannot shine. If you drop out of the making process, you cannot last. And I… I.. I will replace you…”
…to be continued…
“The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me; because the Lord hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound…” – Isaiah 61:1