FROM A FIRE BRAND CHRISTIAN TO AN ATHEIST: EMMANUEL's STORY
He held his dying father in his arms, he prayed fervently for a healing miracle, he made a vow to forever dedicate his life to the service of God if He intervenes in his father's situation.
He laboured in the place of prayer for about three months, he fasted through out the period, he was shuttling between the hospital and the church, the pastor and top power blazers in the prayer wing were daily interceding on his behalf.
He's full of faith, mustard seed is but a small fraction of the size of his faith.
Bills were pilling up, daily routine drugs were so costly that his pocket appeared like a desert land, his SME business has suffered tremendously to a point that there's nothing left. Thank God for friends and family that still support.
On that fateful day, the surgery was successful. The dim light at the end of the tunnel has started glowing. He called brethren for a high powered prophetic praise, it was all full of testimonies. What an awesome God he exclaimed.
The hospital bill amounted to #800,000. Brethren gathered up to #400,000. He wasn't perturbed about the balance, for him, his father is going to live. That's all that mattered. Otito diri Jisus, Praise God.
Two days later, he went to Aba in bid to offset the bill, his uncles promised to help, he's confident of one thing, that's he's coming back to Awka with the complete money. True to their words, his uncles complied, what a joyous day for him, faithful God, he quipped!!
He didn't notice the recklessness of the driver, he was just humming and praising God with songs through his journey back, he picked up his phone that has been in his pocket to call his only sister and to hear his father's voice once more, he was consequently interrupted with an SMS from same sister, oh, the spirit is one, he muttered. The text read, 'FATHER IS DEAD'
He was blank for the next 30minutes of the journey, a typically example for the biblical description, 'and the earth was without form and void'. He lost touch with the material world until he saw the mortician working on his father's body. Oh Gooooooooooood where art thou, he screamed with a loud voice. He was led out of the mortuary, brethren were apt in their consoling response.
They sang praises, shared words of encouragement, prayed fervently, but Emmanuel was just full of eyes, filled with misery and was totally disconnected from the reality on ground.
A month later, burial rites has been concluded, he trekked to Pastor Ike's residence, walked up to him, looked him in the face and asked, My name is Emmanuel, meaning, 'God with us' kedu ebe Chukwu ahu no?, where is the God? Pastor Ikechukwu aptly brought out his bible, started searching the scriptures, Emma dropped a heavy sigh and left. That was the last time he was seen in the church premises.
Days passed,
Weeks passed,
Months followed,
Even years....
Bro. Emmanuel has become an atheist. Full blown one!!!
He knows the scriptures.
He quotes Paul's epistles.
He sings the psalms.
He still loves ecclesiastical matters.
But he doesn't believe in God.
Emmanuel fought hard, but he lost.
Emmanuel lost touch with God.
Emmanuel lost the battle of the mind.
Emmanuel has no idea that sometimes, Gods blessings are not in what He gives; but in what He takes away. He knows best.
No wonder Joyce Meyer said, "battles are fought in our minds every day. When we begin to feel the battle is just too difficult and want to give up, we must choose to resist negative thoughts and be determined to rise above our problems. We must decide that when we're bombarded with doubts and fears, we must take a stand and say: 'I will never give up! God's on my side, He loves me, and He's helping me! I'm going to make it!'".
For the Emmanuels' in our society today, 'BE ENCOURAGED'
FRIENDS, LET'S NOT GIVE UP ON THEM.
WE MUST CONTINUE TO PRAY FOR THEM!
Its going to be well...
#basedonatruestory
#wordoffaith
Ezekute, I.A ©
He held his dying father in his arms, he prayed fervently for a healing miracle, he made a vow to forever dedicate his life to the service of God if He intervenes in his father's situation.
He laboured in the place of prayer for about three months, he fasted through out the period, he was shuttling between the hospital and the church, the pastor and top power blazers in the prayer wing were daily interceding on his behalf.
He's full of faith, mustard seed is but a small fraction of the size of his faith.
Bills were pilling up, daily routine drugs were so costly that his pocket appeared like a desert land, his SME business has suffered tremendously to a point that there's nothing left. Thank God for friends and family that still support.
On that fateful day, the surgery was successful. The dim light at the end of the tunnel has started glowing. He called brethren for a high powered prophetic praise, it was all full of testimonies. What an awesome God he exclaimed.
The hospital bill amounted to #800,000. Brethren gathered up to #400,000. He wasn't perturbed about the balance, for him, his father is going to live. That's all that mattered. Otito diri Jisus, Praise God.
Two days later, he went to Aba in bid to offset the bill, his uncles promised to help, he's confident of one thing, that's he's coming back to Awka with the complete money. True to their words, his uncles complied, what a joyous day for him, faithful God, he quipped!!
He didn't notice the recklessness of the driver, he was just humming and praising God with songs through his journey back, he picked up his phone that has been in his pocket to call his only sister and to hear his father's voice once more, he was consequently interrupted with an SMS from same sister, oh, the spirit is one, he muttered. The text read, 'FATHER IS DEAD'
They sang praises, shared words of encouragement, prayed fervently, but Emmanuel was just full of eyes, filled with misery and was totally disconnected from the reality on ground.
A month later, burial rites has been concluded, he trekked to Pastor Ike's residence, walked up to him, looked him in the face and asked, My name is Emmanuel, meaning, 'God with us' kedu ebe Chukwu ahu no?, where is the God? Pastor Ikechukwu aptly brought out his bible, started searching the scriptures, Emma dropped a heavy sigh and left. That was the last time he was seen in the church premises.
Days passed,
Weeks passed,
Months followed,
Even years....
Bro. Emmanuel has become an atheist. Full blown one!!!
He knows the scriptures.
He quotes Paul's epistles.
He sings the psalms.
He still loves ecclesiastical matters.
But he doesn't believe in God.
Emmanuel fought hard, but he lost.
Emmanuel lost touch with God.
Emmanuel lost the battle of the mind.
Emmanuel has no idea that sometimes, Gods blessings are not in what He gives; but in what He takes away. He knows best.
No wonder Joyce Meyer said, "battles are fought in our minds every day. When we begin to feel the battle is just too difficult and want to give up, we must choose to resist negative thoughts and be determined to rise above our problems. We must decide that when we're bombarded with doubts and fears, we must take a stand and say: 'I will never give up! God's on my side, He loves me, and He's helping me! I'm going to make it!'".
For the Emmanuels' in our society today, 'BE ENCOURAGED'
FRIENDS, LET'S NOT GIVE UP ON THEM.
WE MUST CONTINUE TO PRAY FOR THEM!
Its going to be well...
#basedonatruestory
#wordoffaith
Ezekute, I.A ©
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