THE ASSIGNMENT Episode One ...Separate me Barnabas and Saul for the work where unto I have called them. And when they had fasted and prayed, and laid their hands on them, they sent them away. The olive oil from the pastors hand which was poured on my head still trickled down my forehead till it got to my eyes. I did not think of cleaning it. I felt I would just let the anointing flow all the way; like the prophets of old. I cast my mind back to the events of the day, the choir did a very good ministration today. All to Jesus I surrender, a song I have loved from childhood. It was the last song however that awakened the spirit in me the more. Forth in thy name oh Lord I go. And truly I was ready to go. I was ready to go into the dreaded ministry for the Lord, the missionary field. My intentions had angered a world of faithfuls. Dad was not very pleased that his only son was going into that kind of field. What was wrong with being a missionary in the big city were there was better prospects of being a Jesus big shot. Mum and I had not been on good talking terms lately because of my decision. The only son of pastor David? Out in the fields? As if that wasnt enough, Ngozis family had even pulled out of the church. What future was there for their first daughter if she married a missionary and moved to a remote village in God knows where? Hmmm, Ngozi my Ngozi. My heartbeat, my heartthrob, my one and only apple pie, the sun that drives away my night. She wouldnt even pick my calls anymore. The ladys disappointment in me was as clear as day lights day light. Sometimes, when youve made up your mind for the Lord, theres just no turning back. After all, Jesus had said no man putting his hand on the plough and looking back is worthy of the kindom. The journey home was stressful and full of troubled thoughts. My mind juggled from thought to thought, from convictions to near doubts. Get thee behind me satan. Its Jesus forever. I held their hands; Ade and Musa, my fellow missionaries of God. I could tell from the trembling of their hands, they too were uneasy. What would one expect, weve never been in the field before but had nursed this dream since childhood. Now the time had come to prove our love for Him. *A sheep was running back home after grazing in the field and was suddenly surrounded by a pack of dogs. It stood, not knowing what to do. All of a sudden, it bleated at the top of its voice and its owner appeared from out of no where with a club in his hand. On seeing him, the dogs took to their heels and I woke up with a sudden jerk. Brother Obichi! Musa called, noticing something was unusual about my jerk from sleep. What happened? He asked while Ade turned from the front seat to look back at us. I poured out the story to them and we held hands and prayed again. My oga dem, abeg make una sofri for dis kain waka wey una wan waka so o, espesifikali for dis kain dreamin wey oga obi dreamin so. God dey una bak in Jisos name. That was Okon, Dads faithful driver since forever. We stopped over at the bus park were other several many faithfuls were waiting to meet pastor obi, only son of pastor David of the popular House of Gold Pentecostal Mission as well as brothers Musa and Ade. It was a wonderful moving and tearful union. We talked, bought, ate and drank, relieved ourselves, re-examined our already packed belongings, bade farewell to those we were leaving behind...Okon couldnt look at us, his eyes were blood shot with tears flowing like great floods; like Jesus at Gethsemane. Our departure was heart breaking. Ade and Musa tried in vain to hide their tears, and so did I. I signalled to Okon to send my love to my family with a note I had earlier given him for my kid sister. The long bus came alive, it roared like the lion of the road to a place God would show us; and forth in thy name oh Lord we went...
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 19:46:47 +0000
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