I DON’T WANT TO BE NORMAL AGAIN!
The heaviness in my eyeballs flew out the window as she threw the question at me. I searched for the wall clock and it was 6:00AM in the morning. I held my chest as if protecting my heart from jumping out. Is he missing?
“Don’t mummy me! I asked you a question and I’m asking again. What happened to Mathew?”
“I… I… I don’t know ma.”
“You don’t know? He told me he was coming for a prayer meeting organized by you and you don’t know?”
“What, what exactly is the problem ma?” I said, more timidly.
“The small boy have been groaning since he returned last night. And he’s speaking a language I don’t understand. At first, I thought he was praying. Then the prayer refused to end. Its been 8hours, 8 hours Lydia, and Mathew is still on his knees.”
“8 hours? My God!”
“I couldn’t sleep. I’m supposed to drop him off in school this morning, but the boy can’t even hear me. He’s lost his voice, yet he keeps shedding tears and groaning. He’s the only one I’ve got. I’m afraid.”
“Don’t be mum.” I heard Mathew’s croaked voice.
“He’s here. I’ll talk to you later. I’ll talk to you later.” Mrs. Adeosun said excitedly and dropped the call.
“Oh God! I thought that meeting was a waste of time. You were up to something Lord. You were.” I said, my knees finding their way to the ground.
That was the entry point into my devotion that morning. Two solid hours of communion. It was a blend of worship, prayers and deep insight into the word.
“Lydia! Lydia! How on earth will you still be in bed at this time? Ehn? Is this how useless you want to be in your husband’s house.” Mum yelled from the kitchen.
I closed my bible and asked the Lord to continue communing with me as I get started with the day’s activities.
“…Holy Ghost! I don’t want to be normal o…” my phone rang. It was a strange number.
“Hello. Am I on to sister Lydia?”
“Yes sir. I hope everything is fine.”
“Oh yes. I am Mr. Oni, Mary’s father. I just got your number from Pastor John. He came to drop Esther in school.”
“Oh! That’s OK sir.”
“I learnt you were the one that organized the prayer meeting Mary came for yesterday evening?”
“Yes sir. I am. Anything the matter?”
“Mary has not remained the same since yesterday. This morning she woke us all up one after the other and made us assemble in the sitting room. She shared with us an encounter she had at the prayer meeting yesterday…”
“It was a scary revelation. She shared with us how she saw hell fire. And how Jesus told her to tell her family to escape. It was so real. The good news is that her mum and her three elder brothers gave their lives to Christ after her charge.”
“You needed to see them broken down with tears. I have never seen my wife cry that much. She even asked me to forgive her stubbornness. I have prayed for their genuine salvation for so long. I am so happy.”
“I have called to say thank you. Thank you so much for what you’re doing in the life of our youths.”
“You’re welcome sir.” I said and my heart smote me immediately.
“All thanks be to God sir, for what He has done and for what He will still do.” I quickly added.
“I can’t wait to meet you in person. God bless you my sister.”
We exchanged more pleasantries and the call ended. I discerned pride in my heart and I quickly asked God for grace not to share in His glory.
“How can a lady of marriageable age be waking up at 8:00AM? Do you expect your mother-in-law to tolerate all this nonsense I’m tolerating from you. No wonder she always come back home from school lean. She is too lazy, too lazy…” Mum was saying, when I joined her in the kitchen.
“Good morning mum.” She ignored me.
“Your younger brother have gone to school without breakfast. Does that sound right to you?”
“Sorry for yourself o. All your mates would have woken up, swept and be done with making breakfast. But you? You will be using bible and prayer to avoid house chores. Its only school fees you know how to ask for. God help you o.” She said as she stirred the content in the pot and placed it on the stove.
I overcame the urge to say a word, moved over to the sink and started with the dishes. I prayed in my mind, asking God to give me grace not to talk back at her. I also asked for grace to wake up early every morning to avoid subsequent nagging like this.
The rest of my day was awesome until I received a text at about 4:00PM:
“…Appear before the panel of elders after the service on Sunday. From the church secretary.”
I instantly called the secretary back to verify if the message was actually meant for me.
“These happenings are abnormal. They are strange. They are out of the ordinary. You either submit yourself to deliverance or be sanctioned. Which ever way, be present at the meeting on Sunday.” Mrs. Arowolo said and ended the call.
“What happenings were abnormal?” I asked myself. “Could there be more than I have heard?”
My curious mind couldn’t wait for Thursday to come. I would meet with each of them after the youth Bible study and find out.
…to be continued…
“Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do;…” – John 14:12.
“And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.” – John 3:19.
Fruitful E. John