Episode 10
Today, the senior did not come and call Kwame for evening service. He dressed up and left the room early. He had some questions for God. He was there before the opening prayer started. The worship followed. It was more intense than the previous day. The worship continued for more than ten minutes today. It felt like an unusual presence had entered the room. The entire hall was filled with something tangible that he couldn’t explain. He opened his mouth to speak but he couldn’t find the words. It was like something had enveloped him; something like love.
When the preacher took the microphone and said, “If you want to have Jesus in your life, please come forward, he didn’t see himself walking to the front. He wasn’t looking at the people around him. He just kept moving. When Kwame opened his eyes, he was standing before the preacher. He was alone. Others didn’t troop to the pulpit to surrender today.
The preacher led him to say a prayer. He believed every word with his heart. When the prayer was done, he felt peace stream into his heart. He felt something closer than his clothes. Or was it someone?
He remembered Rita and Frank and every other person he resented. He didn’t feel angry now. He realized he had just begun a journey of discovering what love really was. It definitely wasn’t what he had with Rita. Intimacy wasn’t what Frank made him believe. There was something more in God and he was determined to find it, rest in it and live it. –But right now, he needed healing and counseling. He had to speak to someone.
Epilogue
They have visited many dark places now darkness looks like a bright scorching sun. Just that they don’t light up anything of theirs. Their bodies have been used to clean dirty places they crave for cleansing no more. –And they are ashamed to tell their stories. No, we will see the scars they have tried so hard to bury and we will resent them! –Because they were never us! Many of them are still in a battle with inferiority complex and mediocrity. Some of them never get healed. They walk in life depressed. They are unable to appreciate their bodies because they have been used. When anyone comes to love them, they think they just came to use what everyone else has been using. Many are still allergic to touch. Many still have a weird concept of love. It is not them. It is the thing they saw and touched and lived. It has become part of their bodies and minds.
They touch them and draw their fantasies from these little ones. –But you can make this stop. They are with us in our churches. We sit with them at work and we share everything with them, even our children, grandchildren and younger siblings. We can’t be too robust, but we can be vigilant. We can pray. We can make time to talk to our children and siblings and build an intimacy that will not make them hesitate to tell us when something abnormal happens to them. –And if any of these happened to you, Jesus still heals. Talk to him and seek counseling. God sees your scars, and he still says if He breathed into you, then you are nothing less than His image.
The End.
(c) Phelyks Kwabena Agyemang
Wow…so touching ..some of these victims are even church leaders..we have to pray for them and not judge them..God bless you for this message
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Amen Dexes.
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The Lord will be our helper 🙏🏾. Thank you for the message
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Ameeen!
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Hmm. Solemn ending.
May all the “Kwame Ansongs” out there find peace and healing.
Thank you Phelyks. God bless you.
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Ameeeen. Thanks for reading Dan.
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God bless you so much dear.
More grace for greater exploits
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Ameeeen! Thanks so much for following to the end
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God bless you for this!
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Amen Odisika. Thanks for reading.
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Some are in the church indeed😪
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May the Lord help us. Thanks for reading, Banahene.
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