Previously on "The Storyteller's mercy"
My heart beat faster by the minute. Soon, I could not feel it or rather,
it had skipped several beats? I clutched my chest.
I was dead sure I was dead.
“You aren’t helping matters.” She muttered, “…and to think you are the man.”
“I’m sorry.” I wriggled my toes to be sure I was alive. “I can’t help it. It’s like I’m supposed to be dead.”
“That’s weird. You should seek help.” She frowned.
“A dead man can never seek help.”
“Then relax because I hear dead men rest in peace.”
Continue reading “The storyteller’s mercy II”
I shivered. I was sweating profusely. My clothes were drenched in sweat. I was very terrified; I knew I was as good as dead. I had made a request which was declined almost immediately. The young lady sitting beside me felt very uncomfortable. I sensed it but I could not help it.
Continue reading “The storyteller’s mercy I”
He sighed. It was not like he did not want to worship God along with the
congregation. It was just that his guilt, the bouncer, would not allow him
to enter the throne room of God. Thankfully, it seemed like Satan did not
come to church today; he would have made matters worse.
He turned to look at the couple again. They must really be in God's good
books to be so much in tune with God. The look on their faces was out of
this world. Their younger child was now looking at him intently. No, he
would not be a bad example to this pure, innocent soul. Facing the pulpit
again, he closed his eyes and tried to sing along. He even tried to raise
his hand just to go along with the motion.
Finally, here was some motivation. Maybe he would soon be caught up in the
spirit of worship too. So much for the struggle.
A deep voice cleared the throat from behind him, stopping him in his tracks,
"Not so fast, son of Adam!" He could feel his mischievous smile.
"Argh!" He almost slapped his forehead. "Speak of the devil!"
Continue reading “The worshiper’s dilemma II”
“Shall we rise to our feet even as the praise and worship team steps forward to lead us into a time of worship.” The officiant, in her flowing and resplendent African garments turned from the pulpit and walked to her seat as a band of seven men and women walked in front of the congregation.
“Great is our God. Great is his faithfulness. Great is his love towards us and so, bless the Lord o my soul. Bless…his holy name.” The worship leader uttered these words solemnly, with his eyes closed and his left hand lifted up.
“Mmmmm…yes, Lord!” A member of the congregation agreed in a shaky voice as she clapped her hands. “Ah, ah, you are God. Yes, Lord…”
Continue reading “The worshiper’s dilemma I”
With my eyes closed, I tried to recreate the scene; chaotic perhaps. Roman soldiers mocking, teachers of the law condemning, civilians insulting, loved ones weeping etc. I would have to wait for the next issue of Jerusalem Today which should already be hanging on newspaper stands, to have some insight.
Continue reading “Kofi of Ejisu”
One morning, with Mommy and Daddy
Dear God, please help my brother hear. AMEN!
Dear God, heal my twin brother. AMEN!
In the evening, right before bed, with Daddy
Dear God, my daddy says you can heal my brother so make him hear us when we speak to him. Amen…
Continue reading “Albie’s prayer”
“Was Jesus tired?”
Probably. He had a long day.
“Hmm, he must have really been tired or wait…was he a deep sleeper?”
“Did he request that his disciples go to the other side of the lake because he had an idea of the storm or the demon-possessed man?”
Maybe. He was still God as at then…
“Do you think he was intentional about this? Like he wanted his disciples to learn faith?”
Ah-ba! I wished my imagination would just shut up; he just seemed to go on and on. Continue reading “The raging storm”