Esther Kungu || Sept 18, 2012
His
presence was all around me. I knew for certain that God dwells in me but this
night, this very night, He was dwelling in the house of my praises. Lying face down to the ground, (don’t mind
the dirt and dust associated with every public hall, especially in Kenya) I
started moving. My whole body surged to one direction. The front. My heart was
clogged with so much power and presence of the King of kings, in that the only
thing I could do was cry. Screaming in an overwhelming strength while I
crawled…heading to a direction I barely had the slightest intention of doing. I
was being pushed by an unknown strength, yet my body did not resist. I gave in
to the drive on my body. I was now past the front and my hands were finding
their way to the pulpit. I was following a Supreme Being, not to the stairs
grafted on the right and left of the pulpit, but straight where the pastor’s
preaching stand stood. Aware that everyone was looking at me (it is hard not to
be human, especially when something extraordinaire is happening, it is hard
maintaining that holy look) but even their eyes, the shame or awkwardness of
crawling like a baby did not stop me.
This
was beyond me. He just made His presence manifest and all I did was surrender.
I remember when it happened a year ago, I was ‘henging’ around the College CU
Hall waiting for the time to fly by. All this time, I knew what salvation was
since the gift of salvation was introduced to me by Auntie Alice (God rest her
soul) at a young age. I backslid when I allowed my ears to listen to the father
of lies. Like many people who have the spirit of backsliding, I did not refuse
church but I resisted His salvation. I wanted to enjoy life but all it did was
make a fool out of me). Jesus, that afternoon had His before-creation plan laid
out. I went to church, a grey above-the-knee- skirt, and a white navel gazer
with a blue corset on me. ( may the Lord have mercy to every woman you see
indecently dressed in your life. If anything, pray a simple prayer for them.
Remember this, God clothed Adam and
Eve when they sinned and were driven out of Eden. You can have a clean idea of
who is unclothing, uncovering and stripping women of their clothes coz, it aint
God. Oh, you just thought it was a spiritual covering? Sorry dear even the
physical matters to God). Then when the pastor, under the power of the Most
High God, called on the Holy Spirit to fall upon the congregation, I stood and
stared. I was out of words and tired of raising them hands (the devil is a
liar). I hear people say they do not pray those loooooong prayers. That they
just say some words and look around for guys to finish up coz you have expressed
everything there is to God. I asked a lot of queries while I impatiently waited
(pun intended). I mean what are they
praying about. They are speaking in strange tongues and you cannot understand!
(I tend to digress from my main theme, please bear with me).
The
Holy Spirit came when we were about to close prayers. I raised my hands one
more time and when I started praying, my heart started following a power around
me. I was standing and within minutes, bent on the floor and bam! On the
ground. From the backbench, (Pentecostal play-people hate the front whenever
Jesus is the topic. I hate the devil even the more. I despise him) I screamed
in pain as I rushed to the pulpit. Let me tell you, in my right mind (or my
worldly wisdom which God calls foolishness) I never dreamed of making myself a
public spectacle. I do not like the limelight especially when I am causing the
drama, jeez!) God pulled me to Himself, literally. He professed His love for me
2000 years ago and that day, I was His centre of attention. My wedding proposal
with Christ and the wedding were a painful yet peaceful and fulfilling session
to this day. It does not matter what happens, I cannot get enough of Him yet,
He satisfies me. While I writhed in pain a year ago, when He pulled me out of
darkness, this time round, I was soaked for Him. Back to City Hall, past
midnight, into the morning.
Before
I knew it, I was seated on the pulpit crying my heart out saying, “He is here”!
“He is here”! The joy of the Spirit of God took over me, His peace overwhelmed
me and I settled at His feet. I will state this; God can appear to you in so
many ways, varied ways. It can be the overwhelming strength that shook my body
to the core or a very peaceful encounter, whatever it is; this is your walk
with Him. The walk to heaven will never be easy. That night I understood that I
have to wait on God. It is His glory not our own, it is His praise not ours.
While you raised up your hands and hearts directed to heaven this morning, know
that the Lord who made you heard you. God is not shaken by anything we face.
His dictionary (if there is, so that you don’t throw queries to my directions,
Esther said God has a dictionary…outrageous!) He does not have the words
“Haiya, oops, what happened?”God is not surprised by anything in this passing
world and fleeting livelihood. I saw Him come when I called on Him, that night.
I know that He lives. God lives and He is the great Judge we shall answer to on
that day. I know you have heard this a zillion times (that is the highest
figure right?) but as the world is coming to an end soon, so is Jesus coming
but this time for His church. Be wise, be very ready.
Courtesy
of the City Hall Kesha (Overnight prayers).
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