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PASTORAL DIARY 1
Dear diary, I will be frank with you and state it the way I feel and the way I understand it to mean. I am a man of the cloth as they say. But I am not just an ordinary one at that, I am the one they call MOG (man of God) extraordinaire. I am eccentric and I don’t just follow the rules as they say it is, I sometime invent my rule. I question things before swallowing them . My thinking cap is always on and not substituted with religious cap.
I am not the traditional clergy you see here and there. I take the word of God as the last authority in any argument regardless of whose ox is gored. I accept it when I am wrong especially in the light of superior argument with the word. Thus so, dear diary I can come plain to you without fear of being judged or misunderstood.
In my first post as an assistant Pastor. I beg to differ with that title because to me, it is unscriptural. The senior Pastor was not around , I was delegated to pray for a parishioner. She looked okay but the message from senior Pastor said she had health challenges.
As a green horn straight from theological school with a dose of youthful exuberance. I declared her healed regardless . Thank God I didn’t know the nature of her ailment. If I had known that, I am sure I wont be as confident in my healing proclamation.
After my braggadocio prayer. Prayer laced with many scriptural quotations. I was enveloped with sense of peace beyond my comprehension. I declared her HEALED.
Two months later the woman came back and asked to see me. I was taken aback initially, thinking if anything was wrong. The senior pastor later informed me, that she was suffering from cervical cancer. The cancer was already threatening to kill her in her prime age of forty. She came with all the medical reports. Some were the first test here in Nigeria and confirmatory test.
Dear diary, to say the least I was “flabber-whelmed”. I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears. It’s not that I doubt God’s healing power but the way it happened dropped my jaw! God still wrought miracle by-passing the human reason to do His will.
Can you believe that? In truth I was not sure my faith was strong enough when God healed her. Perhaps God looked at her faith alone?. To God be praise, the woman is healed. And I don’t see myself contributing anything other than my prayers. Now I am looked at in somewhat way akin to a miracle worker.
Dear diary, I now know God can by-pass people to reach out to his own people. Lesson number one I learnt as a greenhorn Pastor.
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