| In Search of Miracles and Wonders |
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| Written by Eucharia Mbachu | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Thursday, 03 April 2008 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I have to crack up whenever I hear stories like this. Please read on. One fine day, I asked a friend to give a speech on Black History Month. As we were discussing, God and the Bible came up and I was tempted to ask what denomination she belongs to. I attend a Christian church. What do you mean I asked her? She listed some names of the churches she attends- all Pentecostal. I asked her whether other churches like the Catholic, Methodist and host of others are not Christian churches. She said she does not consider them so. This was my first exposure to this part of town I call
This one is huge. There was a girl from one of the East African Countries
who came to the
I went to visit one day, the Revered sister and this girl was there with another brother. A discussion came up about being born -again and accepting
My third encounter with these Christian believers came during the much more familiar friends-girlie-sista talks. Again, this was a good friend of mine. You know when girls are together, they talk the girlie stuff. This day as most of the time, we were whining to God, why He did not do this for us and why He did that to us. Sometimes when we were not talking about guys, we will center on God and prayers. Out of the blue, she invited me to her place of worship, I said to her: Oh, I thought you were a Catholic? She said, Yeh, with a draw, adding Eucha, you have to meet this pastor and that pastor; when they pray miracles happen. So my friend hit the road every Sunday going from my church to another. I suggested to her to calm down and go back to her church because I told her, God hears prayers wherever youre. She went back to her Catholic faith and even joined the choir. But when things started getting rough with her, she broke up with her boy friend. She once again dropped out from the church and started her crisscrossing in
One night she woke me up at 2AM as she usually does after talking to the one of her pastors, we would pray. Afterwards she told me about this new pastor who claimed that every single woman that went to his church got married and even when barren gave birth. The miracle behind these miracles apparently was due to the pastors miraculous reversal of the devils hold on their luck. She wanted me to tag along. I told her that I would not go. Soon after, she told the pastor all about my demons. The next thing she did was to put me on a three-way call. I promised to go but changed my mind. This went on and on until one day, I could not take it any more. I bluntly told her that she was not searching for God, but rather searching for miracles and wonders. She quoted a version of the bible which supported her stand, but when I looked up that quotation, it was just a sound bite that was lifted up from that passage, leaving out the rest of message. Finally she went ahead and made an appointment for me. One day I went to her office again, she put me on the phone with the pastor. This time she told me that he knew all my problems, my devils, all my Mammiwater, and all the orishi-orishis of my life. (This guy can truly pierce through the heart). Wow! I said to myself. I asked how he knew all these. You see my beloved sister in
My fourth encounter with God's warriors was with a guy I would here call Mr. Prophet. I knew this guy for years at the gym and he used to go out with my roommate. After sometime, I started seeing Mr. Prophet dressed in certain ways. Curiosity, they say, kills the cat. I went up to him and asked what he was up to. Well! Well! Know my dearest sister I have received
After this story and another one, I promise, that will be it. I was driving one day when I saw a flier that invites all those without jobs, unmarried, barren, impotent, sad, drug addicts, alcoholics, and thieves, all the desperados to come and witness the handiwork of God. They promised to provide a panacea for all believers who would attend this miraculous renewal. Inquisitiveness got better part of me, I went closer, wrote down the address and on the appointed day I attended the renewal. They prayed and prayed and the spirit came down. At a certain point, the congregation lined up and the expected hunk guys, you know the ones you see at Jerry Springer Show, were in their station. They were men in waiting. As the congregation lined up the pastor started speaking in tongues, everyone joined in. Now as he was praying and laying hands on the members who to my surprise apparently the spirit possessed them, what kind, I do not know. Once the pastor lays his hand on an individual, he/she will (pretend) to fall; the guys got them before they hit the ground and escort them to their seats. I was sitting in the front row and the pastor walked up to me to do the abracadabra on me, I told him that I was not possessed by any evil visible or invisible so I do not need to get rid of demons. At that church, there were Nigerian, South African and two white pastors who were brothers. Afterwards, I interviewed the pastors and pointed out the tune of the flier as a deception because they were not God. They agreed with me, so I asked why they did not correct it when they saw that mistake. It was like
This one happened in
Finally, let me share the Nigerian part of this drama. A family friend invited me to their annual Pentecostal renewal. I went with her. I was still in high school then, I had only fifty kobo with me and that was all I had both in the house and at school. I was so glad to have saved that money for God instead of spending it on mama put. Before the offering time, the pastor announced that God does not accept fifty kobo or one naira because one naira and kobo stink. From that day on I began to have issues with some of these pastors and churches. Almost around the same time I was again invited to attend a praying group; I took along my younger brother, Anacletus. Soft drinks were offered, but before we could finish drinking it was time for prayer. We started praying, everybody closed their eyes, knowing my brother very well, I knew he was not going to close his eyes; I kept an eye on him and the other eye on God. No do, no do, Anacle went to the table where the drinks were, while we were praying, he made himself at home with some drinks. It was a marvel, I went up to my brother and asked why he drank the sodas, he replied, first if you were really praying with your eyes closed, how did you know I drank the sodas? And again, he equipped, probably the spirit drank them when they were speaking in tongues. I was furious with my brother because I was never invited again. I was even coached to speak in tongues by my new found born again friends. Although I was not a born again in their terms, I see myself as a born again
I do speak in tongues as a Catholic, a secret known only to me and God. I will keep going though; I might never get that luck again for a free soda and a prayer.These episodes gave me a good idea about interfaith relations within the Christian community. In order for us to live together as people of one faith and one baptism, we must shy away from denominational subjectivism that divides friends from one another. Through such practices and attitudes, many people have parted company largely because the mystery about life and deception in human interpretations of our relationships with God make it impossible to avoid the stories in this narrative.
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Posted by Robot| 03.04.2008 09:13