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The Age of Innocence (The Case for my little friends)

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“But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.  Matthew 19:13-15

Did you know that infants and toddlers, up to a certain age and under normal circumstances are very sensitive to the Holy Spirit. They can sense the presence of evil and can tell evil and fake people from the real ones. The only problem is that they are little and powerless so their observations can always be overridden and their cries for help stifled. I hope this does not sound spooky to you, because it is not. It is simply real and exists. Now don’t go setting up a test for me; it never works. If it is a set-up, then I am apt to step right over it and keep walking. Call it divine immunity and say alleluia to that. I could always tell as a little girl when someone was devious and fake, but since I wasn’t known for my many words then (believe it or not), I would simply cry when the situation was sticky (and you thought I was born a tigress). At that time, it was an innocent soul in tune with purity and everything good. Today it is the Holy Spirit leading and guiding and of course protecting.

My very best friends are all under the age of five (5 years) or there about. Surprising? Well they are the ones that often approach me without a chip on their shoulder, warped expectations, and they often see me for who I really am and they absolutely love me for me! I hardly fuss over babies and toddlers, I usually connect to them on a different and special level. In the end, they fuss over me! They are always the ones that God uses to put a special smile on my face, when nothing else has an impact. They are fresh, pure and most importantly real. I cannot tell you how many times I have been on the bus, subway or walking down the street when that cute little face beckons to me with much aplomb and excitement, and then more often than not, their mother or caretaker would tell me that they acted out of character. In other words, they usually do not yell out to people (strangers) like that, or make to be carried like they did to me.

We always communicate without words and a searching look into their cherubic faces tells me a thousand and one tales. The only problem; is that every now and then, I hear a heart wrenching story and I can hardly bear it as I ask God why? Then as rhetorical as I relegate the question to be, I remind myself that God is Sovereign and has all the resources and power to fix and correct situations when He sees fit.  I never paid that much of an attention to the interests of the little people, or attached an importance to the way we connected (I felt it was common) until I got older. Here is an example of how God set out to show me and the rest of the world the wonders of His little workers.

I was having a very disappointing day (no comments please) and getting quite frustrated as I boarded the bus. It was packed full with passengers, so rather than sidle to the back, I settled down in the front. Without realizing it, I was wearing my frustration on my face and that made me look mean (word). But this day I did not care; I had so much on my mind and time was deserting me I thought as I settled for what was supposed to be a hitch-free bus ride downtown. Across from me sat a woman, her baby and the stroller. The woman looked mean and angry (even more than I did), a result I guess of  ‘the sleepless big apple’s’ influence on the lives of its inhabitant. And the baby? Well she was absorbing every negative exchange by now so  she too looked as mean as a chubby, pink, cute little infant could look! As the bus crawled down the street, and the driver made sure he made every red light (which seemed to add to my exasperation), I looked across the aisle and saw the baby watching me. I sent her a wordless message, as I looked her intently in the eye. ”This was not play day missy’ I thought to myself as I tried to hide a grin. She stared right back as if to say ‘everyday is play day for me and you have to join’. I frowned harder to see if I could scare her to stop looking at me; she did not budge. Instead, she started to smile as she looked deeply into my eyes (It is their way of saying: I see beyond the surface and I like what I see, I like you). I could not help it as I too started to break out into a smile. Now she was laughing hysterically at me, and I was besides myself in giggles. The whole bus looked on in dismay as the baby’s mother struggled to make sense of the situation unfolding right before her eyes. Baby was throwing back her head at this point as she guffawed, I well… could not really catch my breath as I l tried to control the uncontrollable fits of laughter. In no time, we had the bus in a state of ‘happy chaos’. Every person was either grinning or laughing out as loud as they thought reasonable. “Who are you?” asked the stunned mother as she disembarked with baby and stroller in tow; ‘I never saw my daughter (baby) so happy before,’ she quipped as she strapped baby in the stroller. The bus was starting to move, so she never heard me say ‘I am just the servant of the Most High God, who is filled with His Spirit of joy…

Once when I was with some family at a holiday gathering. We were all in this huge house filled with children and adults alike. I was having a tremendous time until some adults hit the bottle and started acting up. I scolded them as I retreated to the family room to get a breather. They continued with the lewd jokes and loud noises so I started praying loudly for them. You never saw people run off as quickly as they did, each scrambling to be the first out the door. As soon as I settled there, the remaining adults got up and left (something about they were going to repent of deeds done in the past…), whatever. As I sat there resting and communing with the Lord, I heard the door creak open and a little head bobbed in. It was a three-year old boy who hurriedly ran across the room and onto my lap. Shortly after, another toddler came waddling across and joined us. One after the other, all the little ones came and joined me in the room where I was. They asked for nothing just tried to mimic the way I was sitting and staring at nothing in particular. They would peek at me and then adjust themselves accordingly.

There we sat as the presence of the Lord permeated the room. The adults would come looking for their kids; open the door and then back out immediately, shutting the door behind them. When I saw that some of my ‘little companions’ were getting sleepy, I lay on the floor and indicating they do the same. The others joined us not too long after. There we lay, basking in the ‘peace that passes all understanding’ and dreaming away. When suddenly, I heard a shout, a wimper and a soon to be tussle (so much for a peaceful and quiet time, now all the tots were getting ready for a wailing concert). My four-year old boy ‘companion’ was tugging at another child, it was a three-year old girl with a suddenly soiled diaper. I tried so hard to pry his chubby little hand away as I consoled him and the terrified chick. “Her diaper stinks,” he cried in futile attempts to be the one to relieve her of her nasty burdens. I assured him I would handle it, as I lifted her and headed to the bathroom (and besides she would want her privacy…huh?). “Can I help?” he asked pertinently obviously showing signs of a soiled diaper too! He was not letting this young girl go.  ‘Sure’ I said; ‘just hand me the wipes’… Boaz had found his ‘damsel in distress’ Ruth, and he would show her he was her kinsman diaper reedemer, in the purest form of the Bible story.

PS: If you do have a little one, focus on spending time with them. I know it does get busy with work and everything else, but if you manage to squeeze out ten extra minutes, give it back to the children. Once you have them, you are supposed to be dead to self and self promotion! Some helpless person is in the picture now and it is no longer about you (they deserve the attention and consideration). The time to mind other people’s business, stay abreast with where the action is or isn’t, or try to be updated on the latest gossip is over. And if you know someone like that for the sake of the little ones, do not subscribe to, or patronize their antics. That goes to show that ‘the people who waited’, were not as stupid and antichildren as they were perceived to be, they were saving their energy for ‘their very own responsibilities’ when they arrived (praise God!), they wanted things done right and to honor an Awesome and Worthy Savior!

“I have seen something else under the sun: The race is not to the swift…” Ecclesiastes 9:10-12

The Woman, ‘The Child’, and Their Persecutor…

Obviously and unfortunately, not all will be in-tune with the Spirit of God in these last days. And for the rest of us that are, it has come with a great price. Most often than not, a price delivered with excruciating pain but often cushioned by the ‘Balm of Gilead’. Maybe we too would have just been as clueless had we not been put through a ringer and dealt some eye-salve ointment. There is an old English saying that goes: ‘Only the wearer of the shoe knows where it pinches’. So since I am wearing the shoe (and a few others with me, Bless their brave hearts and soul) I will move as the Spirit of God leads me and not waste time with ‘teatime stories’ or fear-filled and faithless tales.

I would love to sit on my picket fence and watch the horses roam my yard, tend my flower beds as I gabble on the phone about God’s faithfulness. I would love to cook and serve my husband a fine tasty hot and very well deserved meal. I would love to tend to my son’s bruises as he learns to ride a bike with his daddy or braid my daughter’s hair as I regale her with one of her mothers numerous adventures… I would love to focus on pleasing God with all that is in me. Until that happens, any seemingly wisp of an obstacle in form of powers, principalities or persons in my way or my family’s way, any devilish distraction from God’s plan would have to be spiritually steam-rolled to say the least. Persons or characters that consistently, diligently and relentlessly practice and use witchcraft and every evil deed in existence, so much so that they are an embodiment of evil (howbeit camouflaged; I have to raise my hat to that one) is not a candidate of mercy. People never comply with respecting other people’s boundaries until they get a taste of their own disturbances backfire and play out in their lives. Selah.

I thank God for His Awesome and Infinite wisdom, His favor and protection in my life and lastly but not the least; the privilege to take this journey with him. The Woman, the Child and their Persecutor is very symbolic! The persecutor is not as fearful of the woman as he is of her seed. So if he cannot kill the seed, he wants to prevent it being born… Go figure. Let him that hath the Spirit of God, think, ask and verify.

“Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition;” 2 Thessalonians 2:2-4


Revelation 12

 1And there appeared a great wonder in heaven; a woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars:

 2And she being with child cried, travailing in birth, and pained to be delivered.

 3And there appeared another wonder in heaven; and behold a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads.

 4And his tail drew the third part of the stars of heaven, and did cast them to the earth: and the dragon stood before the woman which was ready to be delivered, for to devour her child as soon as it was born.

 5And she brought forth a man child, who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron: and her child was caught up unto God, and to his throne.

 6And the woman fled into the wilderness, where she hath a place prepared of God, that they should feed her there a thousand two hundred and threescore days.

 7And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels,

 8And prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven.

 9And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him.

 10And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night.

 11And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death.

 12Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time.

 13And when the dragon saw that he was cast unto the earth, he persecuted the woman which brought forth the man child.

 14And to the woman were given two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the wilderness, into her place, where she is nourished for a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent.

 15And the serpent cast out of his mouth water as a flood after the woman, that he might cause her to be carried away of the flood.

 16And the earth helped the woman, and the earth opened her mouth, and swallowed up the flood which the dragon cast out of his mouth.

 17And the dragon was wroth with the woman, and went to make war with the remnant of her seed, which keep the commandments of God, and have the testimony of Jesus Christ.

PS: There are a lot more people being affected who don’t know it yet! Yes who can be against us with God on our side of course, but we have a part to play. You never met a more favored and protected person (I would prove that to you every day I live) and yet I am still embroiled in  battles… and nonsensical distractions. Hmmmm God is still Sovereign, I got the victory, Hallelujah anyhow.

Odogwum, Chukwu mji eme onu. Nwanne otuonye. Anam enye gi ekele, naja gi mma mma – Almighty God, my glory, a Brother to the solitary. I give you thanks and I praise you. (Ibo)

Comments that make you go hmmmmmm…

PS: It always feels good to return a package sent by the devil, and set his compound ablaze. Hmmmmmm….this is one of those blissful moments. Three sleepless nights in a row; and you better believe I have got something to show for it.

I had this spot in school, where I used to like to study and do my research.  Over time, people would stop by to talk, (uninvited mind you).  They talked about everything from politics, cooking, culture, religion and so on and so forth. The frequent traffic and visitations had chased me from a previous spot, I felt maybe the reason people would not leave me alone was because they could spot me easily. So of to a new hidden section did I go. The only person allowed there was my German friend ‘U’ (who is an Obstetrician as we speak). She was very intelligent and understood me better than most. Together we studied and chatted as I struggled to disperse the ever intruding crowd. I tried being nasty, but the people only came back to me to find out if I was feeling okay; according to them it was uncharacteristic of me (shocking observation). Then I feigned a throbbing headache and ended up with a ‘Pharmaceutical’ collection on my study table. Finally, I just ignored them; but wouldn’t you know it, people tripped onto my table,  fell out on it while passing through or plainly lost their way and thought my table was theirs. A couple of times, fights broke out right under my chin. I was at my wit’s end with disgust one day when the Lord broke into my thoughts… “How would you rather have it,” asked the Lord. My presence in your life drawing them (the seekers, knowers and devil possessed alike) or my absence as you focus on building a tower on this side of eternity. I was really not ready to answer that question, all I wanted was some peace and quiet in a public place. They really did not affect my class work or grades; (thank God Almighty) I have been blessed with a strange but completely different and unaffected legal way of gleaning information. 

After weeks and months of deliberating this bothersome (at least to me) issue before the Lord, I decided to take a break, get away completely and see what happens.  I was gone for about a week, when I got a call from ‘U’ the German Doctor. “Where are you”, she asked frantically. I was taking a rest I told her and wondered if something bad had happened to her. No she said, but it felt weird since I had been gone. How so I wondered out loud. The place was deafeningly quiet. No one had stopped by the whole week not even to say hello to ‘U’ and the other students that had started to collect there as  a study group.

“They were coming for you the whole time”, exclaimed ‘U’. “I know that feeling,” said U, ‘It feels peaceful and assuring’. That is why I wanted to study with you all this while. There is just something about you that makes us want to come close. Please do not get mad if we are clumsy about the way we do it. We can’t help but to just do it.”  Alright then I sighed, I shall let my gaurd down but only for those who come in the name of ‘JESUS CHRIST’.

Dearest Lord, how humbling and motivating a speech for any human being to hear. But I will need your grace and wisdom to get through with this expectation. Grace to bear up for your name sake; and wisdom to know the right words at the right time to liberate a yearning soul or soothe a sorrowful one. And for those that will come as messengers of darkness, I will be ready to roll. 

אלוהים הוא איש של מלחמה!

Whatttt!!, Did someone just plow into the back of my head and wave at me with a very sheepish grin? Hmmmmm… Hey you!!! (running over there) that was not cute and it sure is not funny, you almost peeled out my brian…!


I was minding my business (as always), when the Lord God called my attention to something. The spirit of Jezebel has not given up. It is using a different tactic and it is more dangerous than ever. I repeat it is more dangerous than ever and looking to set up true worshippers to stumble morally. One characteristics of that spirit is that it does not like God getting worship!!! When the true worship of God is permeating a place, the attack starts with a more dangerous intensity. If you are a pure vessel for the glory of God, you are about to be set up for a moral fall.. Be very CAREFUL!!!  Jezebel (and Ahab) are subtly infusing lies into those with hidden agendas to set up the TRUE WORSHIPPER for a very nasty fall!  The set up is very subtle and there is even a message to back it up! God is not confused stay focused it is a trap!!! I am headed to the ‘war chambers’ aka ‘Throne Room’ to ask for a complete annihilation of wickedness…

A message to you my enemy: I have not said a word to you lately but I also know Lucifer (the spirit that poseses you) is relentless. I know that you are now encroaching into my inheritance and my business again. May I remind you one more time, that you have five seconds (it is up) to back off. No do not back off, let us roll… It is on. I don’t care about the messages of ‘live and let live’ or the people who preach it, they do not bother me. Consider your reign, intrusion and interruption in my life and business OVER! From now henceforth…

“There is a conspiracy of her prophets in the midst thereof, like a roaring lion ravening the prey; they have devoured souls; they have taken the treasure and precious things; they have made her many widows in the midst thereof.” Ezekiel 22:24-26

“For there shall arise false Christs, and false prophets, and shall shew great signs and wonders; insomuch that, if it were possible, they shall deceive the very elect.” Matthew 24:23-25

“For they that are such serve not our Lord Jesus Christ, but their own belly; and by good words and fair speeches deceive the hearts of the simple.” Romans 16:17-19


The Power Of A Childlike Faith

“But this thing commanded I them, saying, Obey my voice, and I will be your God, and ye shall be my people: and walk ye in all the ways that I have commanded you, that it may be well unto you.” Jeremiah 7:22-24

Lately I have forced myself to reminisce on the goodness of God, count my blessings and daily live a thankful life regardless of what I might be facing at any given moment. When I am tempted to complain, I quickly remind myself that I of all people should not be alive today. I did not come to that wise conclusion by my ‘faithful’ self; hardly. I arrived at that by God’s merciful leading. He knew that if I did not focus on Him and give Him His overdue glory, then I would lose my joy and be rendered useless to a lost, hopeless and dying world around me. They needed to know that there was a Mighty God who was in absolute control of the world. And yet humbled Himself to pay a price He did not owe, to close the gap that sin had created which had separated us from Him. So until we humble ourselves also and seek Him, life as we know it will  be more unbearable than it already is.

God in His infinite mercy has also been reminding me of adventures we had together when I was a little girl. Times I did not even understand the concept and principles of a living relationship with God. All I knew was I believed Him and believed in Him; I heard His voice constantly and I quickly moved at His behest without arguing or mulling over the consequences of my obedience. I marvel now at the childlike innocence and trust that produced incredible miracles of which I can only dream of this day. At the time I did not think of those various happenstance as miracles. I just came to expect then, because the One I trusted was my ‘ever present help in trouble’. Even my salvation was not as a result of family tradition or a church sermon; God just walked into my room (no I did not see a physical being) and we got to talking… There was never any preamble or introduction; just a childlike knowing of who He was and what He wanted. I just had one question: ‘why did he not stop the evil in the world right away?’

Today I know better and I have somewhat of an answer to why God allows us to go through trials even when we have done all we know how to do to obey Him. This of course does not apply to the rebellious, actively sinning and stiff-necked professing believer! The trials I have gone through (all permitted by God), and the battles I have fought, have made me wiser, stronger and unshakeable in Christ. Some stuff I thank God will not be repeated again. But the revelation and reinforcement that came with it cannot be purchased at any price. “I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich;… that thou mayest see.” Revelation 3:17-19,  “That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ:” 1 Peter 1:6-8

I was seventeen and was on a very foreign soil with my dad. Daddy was attending a Medical Conference and I was on a winter break from college. So I hung out with him. While he attended his meetings, I shopped for every one in the family. This particular day, I hailed a cab to the one known and major shopping mall in that capital city. I had stopped over at daddy’s room at around 10am to get some travellers checks (I had a copy of his key), he had already left for his meetings by the time I got there. But he left what I needed on the dresser (money!!!!! of course), along with a note that asked me to meet him at 1pm at the hotel restaurant for lunch.  Now you have to understand that at that time, daddy’s hotel was the largest in the world, in terms of units (it may still be the case now, I do not know). It was so large that it had four towers that were called North, South, East and West. Daddy was in the North and best tower, I guess because it had most foreign dignitaries and businessmen and the humble likes of my daddy. You needed a tram or taxi to get to the other towers! Especially when it was cold. The hotel restaurant where I was to meet daddy for lunch was in the west tower. 

So of to the mall I went feeling on top of the world and like a million dollars. The fact that I stuck out as a ‘sore thumb’ did not faze me in the least bit. I stuck out in terms of race, clothing, style and definitely accent in the way I spoke the native language. But all in all people just marvelled at my ability and attempt to communicate. Most people thought it was cute that I was a live version of MTV personified. And no, I was  not dancing on the streets. After shopping at two stores and already heavy laden with gift bags, I stopped at a ‘costume jewelry’ store to get some more little weightless packages. This was supposed to take at most 15 minutes, since it was getting to the time I was supposed to meet with my daddy for lunch. As I peered at the glass display, I asked the only store attendant that was around to show me a piece of jewelry I was looking at. She must have been in her late twenties; but the anger etched on her face made her look fortyish. She did not budge at my request, but eyed me with disdain.

I went ahead to repeat my request now, howbeit in a slightly higher pitch. I never met anyone in my seventeen years of life (at the time) and travel with a bigger unjustifiable chip on her shoulder. She said I needed to get my fresh and youthful looking self away from her store because I upset her the day before. The day before????? This was my first time in this store and definitely the first time I ever set eyes on her! Was this a case of ‘missing identity‘ or was it plain ‘uniform identity’: you know e.g. since you come from this continent, then you look like every one else from that continent. Any way as I tried to make sense of her loud rants, two seemingly uniformed men appeared at my side immediately. They held both hands at the sides and began to propel me backward, as I struggled to see who was behind me. For some strange reason I was not that fearful, just alarmed and shocked. It happened so fast that I am not sure the other shoppers noticed there was anything going on. The guys took three steps back, dragging me along and walked into what originally looked like a wall. As soon as they touched it, it opened up as a secret elevator a hidden conveyor and down went the three of us. Folks in case you have not figured it out by now, I HAD JUST BEEN KIDNAPPED!

We must have travelled ten storeys underground, before we came to a screeching and jostling halt and all three of us clambered out into what must have been a small dark room with a round table, a lantern and another man seating and smoking. I calmly asked (something had come over me at this time, it always did when I was little girl and sensed any type of danger. It felt like the information being transmitted in my brain might blow-up my head. My mind was moving quicker than the speed of light) them why I had been brought down here, and they told me for questioning. Usually, up until now, I always thought that the way my mind was computing that day was normal. But now I know it was the Lord guiding my speech, my moves and ultimately my escape. “And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left.” Isaiah 30:20-22

At that point I remembered my daddy and what it would do to him if I did not show up at 1pm as planned. What would eventually happen if he never saw me again. I knew that would destroy him ultimately. So with him as my motivation and focus; I was determined to get out of this place unscathed. A word of advice to the self-absorbed psychopaths and narcissistic subjects. You can not be living if you are only living for yourself. Sometimes the greatest pull and motivation you will need to keep going in life would have to be outside of yourself. Yes God made it that way! The desire not to disappoint someone who truly loves and cares for you would keep you fighting to make it through, because you know it would be unbearable for them if you did not. This has got absolutely nothing to do with ‘people pleasing’.

 At this point, I have to abridge the story; maybe sometime in future if we meet I will tell you the sordid details. Through the wisdom of the Holy Spirit; I was able to outwit them. They had grabbed my passport and were looking through it. The issuing country for the passport that I had was no match for them, so they began to plot and plan in their language (which I understood but feigned ignorance) what to do to me after they took my money and belongings. As they plotted; the Holy Ghost reminded me of a political situation in the world and a ‘certain cold war’ that was going on in the globe. So I suddenly looked at my watch and exclaimed that I had to be somewhere at that particular time. They asked me where and why, and most importantly why they should care. I told them to look at the birth place section of my passport, it says ‘Place of birth’: US City (named), United States Of America. I told them that at that moment, there were hoards of people waiting for me at the US Embassy. If they did not see me in at least an hour’s time, the US Marines would descend at that little coven harboring an innocent American Citizen and war would break out.  The watch I was wearing, I told them was a tracking device (too much of 007 movies in my youth).

It was not an easy feat, but I convinced them to drive me to a location near the hotel so I could prove to them that I was who I really was (namely a decoy and a spy on a mission impossible assignment). They did drive me to the agreed place, and through a series of divinely orchestrated speech and incidents, I took of running into the arms of my worried daddy and into safety. My daddy chided me for scaring him by coming two hours after we were supposed to meet. I laughed hysterically, He said it was not funny because he was very disturbed. Well I guess now between you and me; we both know that daddy’s ‘disturbed’ was a lovely gift from God.

PS: I did not keep secrets from my daddy; well serious ones at least. But this one I had to keep, or I would have been grounded for the rest of my life and dad would have walked around with a paranoia as big as his ‘Medical Practice’. So dad if you are reading this, do give Jesus a ‘bear-hug’ for me. He has been sooooo FAITHFUL, And I love Him immensely!!! 

“O LORD God of hosts, who is a strong LORD like unto thee? or to thy faithfulness round about thee?” Psalm 89:7-9

“God is faithful, by whom ye were called unto the fellowship of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord.” 1 Corinthians 1:8-10

ישוע המשיח הוא האדון! Jesus Christ Is Lord!

אני משבח את האדון ישוע המשיח, כל עוד אני חי. במשך הוא לבדו הוא הישועה שלי, הכוח שלי!
ישו הוא המשיח!

I will praise the Lord Jesus Christ for as long as I live. For He alone is my Salvation and my strength!
Jesus Christ is Messiah!

הכוכב הבהיר הבוקר, חבצלת השרון, אלוהים אדירים.

The bright and morning Star, the Rose of Sharon, the Mighty God.

Vessels of Victory (A Non-Poetic Ode) Subject #1

“Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, drive out demons. Freely you have received; freely give.”
Matthew 10:7-9

God has amazingly crammed a whole lot of divinely inspired adventures into my few but action-packed days. Some were slipped in by the enemy every now and then (wheat and the tares), but all were turned around for my good and God’s glory. I was shocked when the Most High started speaking to me about events tucked away neatly and maybe forever (or so I thought) in my subconscious. These events were so secret and powerful, that I dared not speak about them. But God who inspired them, wants to speak about them. He is able to protect these ‘Vessels of Victory’ as He has asked me to call them. The stories will be told as they happened, with their identities protected of course. But more than their identities being protected, God will stir and anoint these stories in such a way that, should the ‘Victors’ recognize themselves, they will be blessed to know that they had walked the hall of faith by faith long before their deliverance was tangible. They pleased God when they believed that help could come from such ‘an unlikely and frail source’. They will know also that because they sought out that ‘weak unlikely vessel’ (that would be my humble self); in obedience to God’s bidding they are the true heroes here. For if they had not obeyed, there will be no stories to tell, no thanks to give and no other person to encourage and help.

Vera (not her real name) was a top model. She was tall, skinny but athletically built as opposing to the waif-look, usually sought by the industry greats. If you doubt me, just look out your window this ‘Fashion Week’, and if you still don’t get it, step out in the street. A stiletto clad six-foot tall and ninety pound figurine just might crush your toe. Most of Vera’s peers are big names that you would know if I mentioned them in this writing. So the question becomes what happened to her, and how did she become derailed. At this point, I don’t believe that Vera would call it a derailment. She would probably declare that it was the work of a Faithful God to save her despondent soul. I would of course agree with her a 100%; knowing first hand the choice and price you have to pay because you choose not to sell your soul to the devil. Or if you mistakenly sold it, the arduous task of re-claiming your ‘stuff’ and soul back. It’s never really just walking the ‘Runway’, it is a relinquishing of your identity, a branding of your soul and a discarding of your very being and essence along with your values. The Fashion world have taken their place in the cusp and necessity of society. It is no longer something you do while you go to Med-School, (They would throw you out the curb, faster than it took you to say your name). They expect that should you choose to be a part of the fashion industry (and if you do qualify of course); you have to give a 100% of your allegiance and devotion. “Their god would be your god…”, and wherever they go and do in the name of fashion and entertainment, there you go and do also…

Vera claimed she had received the Lord when she first met me, and wanted to grow in that knowledge. She felt that hanging around me would teach her a thing or two about how to live for the Lord. She made it sound like window-shopping, ‘look and enjoy, but do not pay anything for it’. Another mistake Vera made was she wanted everything she saw in my life overnight. She did not have the time to wait on God or go through any process of dreams being aborted, relentless but defeated attacks and years of uncertainty. When I perceived that about her, I let her ride, but from a distance. With time I mused, if she hangs around long enough she will get the real deal and picture, howbeit painfully. So days and months passed, and Vera regaled me with stories of her past. The promiscuous life-style (way too many men to count), the worship of various deities and sacrifices to achieve beauty, wealth, fame and power. The on-the whim elopement to exotic locations via private jets. At one instance, after a particular episode, the people around her began bowing to her in reverence as if she were a god. The hair on my arms stood upright as I imagined this was sure the existence of the spirit of Lucifer in the human soul. When I put together all her experiences, I sensed that the reason this poor girl had lived like this; was the violent and abusive childhood she had been exposed to. My heart bled profusely. I felt the Lord asking me to be like the sister she never had and just make myself available.

One of the things Vera had complained about to me on a constant basis was her ability to see demons and wicked spirits. She would walk into a place and they would be there jeering at her so loudly she thought every one else was hearing the same thing. They followed her every where, in the subway, in the store and physically tormented her while she slept. As a result the girl never really slept. She always had blood clotted eyes and huge bags under each eyes, and along with that came a quick sinking depression.  I was at loss on what to do for her, so I recommended a couple of Churches I had heard handled situations like that. That kind of situation was called ‘Deliverance Sessions’ and I had never seen anything like that in the Church I was attending at the time. At this time, I observed that all this demonic harassment was taking its toll on Vera and she was physically deteriorating before my eyes. Not knowing what else to do, and at the same time being inundated with my own personal issues, I just retreated into my own world where there was absolutely no demonic cavorting.

One very rainy evening, as I walked home from church, I heard someone call out my name. It appeared she had been following me for some time and was now hopelessly drenched. It was Vera, she had waited for me to exit; knowing where to find and me and had been calling and running after me for about twenty minutes. I felt drained and at loss for words when I saw her, she looked like ‘death’ itself and I told her just as much. She said things were getting worse and she really needed my help. I said along those lines of trouble, there was really nothing I could do but give her the church addresses I had researched earlier. She was not budging as she forlornly looked at me. Just in that instance; I felt the Lord nudging me to go inside with her (away from the rain). As I searched and rummaged my bag for scraps of addresses to hand over and scram, the Lord clearly spoke that I was the one to help her. I asked the Lord how and where? He said by praying in the name of  Jesus Christ and right where we were. We were now sitting in a half empty restaurant, surrounded by equally listless and overwhelmed people. I said: ‘Lord we could be arrested if I caused a scene and the demons started to manifest’. God gave me His word:  “And Jesus rebuked him, saying, Hold thy peace, and come out of him. And when the unclean spirit had torn him, and cried with a loud voice, he came out of him. And they were all amazed, insomuch that they questioned among themselves, saying, What thing is this? what new doctrine is this? for with authority commandeth he even the unclean spirits, and they do obey him.” Mark 1:25-27 KJV

With that assurance I was ready to go. I held her hand as she started crying. The whole place was filled with ‘them’ and ‘they’ were charging at her she said. I thought to myself if ‘they’ as much as touch me… mayhem would be an ‘under-word’ to use for what would go down in this place tonight :). The restaurant table-attendant eyed us surreptitiously as I got ready to pray. It was the devils final attempt to intimidate and interrupt what was about to happen. I released her hands and told her to look right at me and listen to every word I was about to say. She was to also feel free to amen the word of God Almighty as she heard them uttered. “In the mighty name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth…

She looked up, rubbed her eyes vigorously and looked again. She could not believe her eyes literally. ”They’ were gone, or should we say she was not seeing ‘them’ anymore. Girlfriend was free and remains so this day. She grows in the Lord, glows in His favor and praises Him real loud. Hmmmm, I wonder who she learnt that from.

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