Standing at my dear mother’s graveside, I made up my mind to never ever serve God again till He gives me an answer to the ”BIG WHY?”
My mom in whose grave side I stood,was a very lovely 50 year old woman and it hurt me bad that she died just at the time I had acquired more than enough money to show her the world and wipe all those tears of suffering off her face.
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On March 14, I got a call from my junior brother who just got out of the university, to return to Nigeria as soon as I could because mother was seriously ill. And then 24 hours later, the second call came in and I was told that my mother had passed away. Oh my beloved mother.
During my flight to Nigeria I never stopped thinking of the day mother testified about her healing in church. I could remember the smile on her face and how excited she was that day. That happened 5 years ago just before I traveled out of the country.
”So what then went wrong? How come she ended up dying of that same illness? Does God heal and take back His healing whenever He wants? Is there anything as been perfectly healed? For this same illness my close friend took his mother to a witch doctor and she’s well and even attended the burial of my mom. It was because we felt that going to the church would guarantee a perfect healing unlike that of the witch doctors who add more problems, that we took our mother to our pastor. And of a truth, she got healed. But if God is God why did she die of that same illness? WHY?” ….were the thoughts running through my mind as I stood by her grave side.
After her burial, I went back and never went to church anymore. I began to patronize magicians, divinators, witch doctors etc for help whenever I had issues. I didn’t even want to hear a thing about God and I never disclosed this to anyone. Suddenly, after about 3 years of patronizing them, I decided to estimate how much I had spent on witch doctors and then, I realized that God was a lot affordable. It also dawned on me that I always spend a lot of money on every visit to any witch doctor and undermining the amount of money I spend, I never get lasting results.
Then one Saturday morning, while eating at one of my favorite restaurants, I saw this graceful lady walking towards my direction with this very bright and beautiful smile. She was so, so pretty with very long hair. In short to me, I’d say she looked glorious. When she finally got to where I was siting,……
When she finally got to where I was siting, she greeted me and then asked for permission to have a word with me. I barely gave her any reply because I was stll dazed at the sort of beauty.she possessed. I guess she read my mind so, she grabbed a sit for herself and sat just in front of me.
”HELLO MR,” … she said still smiling
”…I am Angela by name and I saw you sitting here from over there (she pointed outside the window). So, I decided to come over to help you. Sir, I am sorry to say this but, with the way you are going you’ll end up frustrated because this is not the life designed for you. Do you still remember how you got here? Well, I’ll narrate it to you so you’d be sure that I know exactly what I am saying…” she added gracefully.
It was at that point I got my senses back and had my ears given to what she had to say.
”5years ago, you were not in this country.” she continued but this time she looked more serious.
”…You were faced with serious hardship. No job, No father, No school fees, a brother and a sick mom to take care of. At the point of despair you cried to God for help and on the 6th month of 2013, God visited you in your dream through an angel. He reminded you that He is the WAY and that he’d put a smile on your face only if you would serve Him. He told you He loves you and was ready to do far more that you could ever ask or think for you and your family.
After that dream, you started going to church again and despite the pressure from your friend who preferred you took your sick mom to the witch doctor that cured his mom of same illness, you decided to take her to church where she was prayed for and healed by God. As a result of your mom’s healing your brother became fervent with the things of God then, you miraculously got a very good job. Things began to get better with you till 2014 when you obtained favor from your boss and was transferred to this country to head the main branch office here.
Surprisingly, It’s your birthday today and coincidentally you have been favored again. Please stop patronizing the devil. God loves you so much and He wants to give you the answer to the big ‘WHY?’….”
And then she got up, handed a white envelop to me, bowed and before my very eyes, she disappeared.
I was scared, surprised and curious, all at the same time so I looked around to see if anyone had seen what had happened but it appeared as though everyone seemed to be minding their own business.
Still with mixed feelings I opened the envelop to see what was in it. Lo and behold, it was……
Lo and behold, what I saw was a very tiny piece of paper. Written on it was ”ASK YOUR BROTHER. HE HAS THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION”
Well, I didn’t call him up immediately because I was still perplexed about what happened. ”Who could that lady be? Why did she disappear? How did she know all those things about my life and family? How is it that my junior brother whom I converted has the answer to my question?” …were the thoughts I kept pondering on through out that week.
Eventually, I called him up after about 2 weeks later. I narrated my anger about mother’s death to him. and how I got confused on how and why mother died of the same illness she was healed of when Mama Monday who was healed by a witch doctor is still alive and well.
Thereafter, that same night I had a dream and in that dream I saw myself walking on a very bad road. The road was very crooked and muddy that after walking some distance, I began to complain and then decided to turn back. When I turned back I saw a very high wall and on the wall was written ”ASK YOUR BROTHER. HE HAS THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION” and then I woke up. That was when I realized my bad and decided to give a call to my brother again. This time I was set to be humble so I could really get the answer to my question because at that time I could see my life already becoming miserable. Nothing was working. I was about to lose my job, I was going bankrupt, the bank was about to take my house etc. All these I went to witch doctors for. Yet, things never got any better undermining the huge amounts I was charged by those magicians.At first, he sounded disappointed with me for losing faith in God but he later got to understand it was normal for one to think like that. And then he said….MOTHER CAUSED IT ALL!
Instead of me reasoning with him, to know the reason behind that statement, my pride got a hold of me. I shunned him and told him that he had no right to scold me or get disappointed with me and I also him that when God heals, He heals and that His blessing is without repentance. I was so hard on him that even when he tried to speak, I reminded him immediately of how I converted him to Christ and that I knew God a lot better than him. After that, I hung up.
At first, he didn’t take my calls. After about an hour of trying his number, he called back and before I could say anything, and as though he knew the reason I called, he quickly began to narrate the reason behind that statement he made that I found offensive.
Here goes his narration……
After mommy’s healing she became very committed to serving God till her elder sister relocated to town. She always came visiting and whenever she did she would talk mommy out of going to church. One some instances I over heard her telling mommy stories of how the Christians she had known ended up and how more effective witch doctors were compared to pastors. Well, mommy never gave in to her tales.
Then one day she brought a fetish priest to the house. The priest claimed to have been looking for mommy. He said that she was the reason for her illness and that her healing was only temporary he even added that none of her children would do well until she answers to her original call.
He said mommy was dedicated when she was young to his shrine and then he told her this story:
”When you were 9months old you were very sick and was at the verge of dying so, your mother brought you to my shrine seeking for solution. Because your illness was very critical I told her that my god would heal you only if you would be dedicated to the shrine. Well, your mother was so desperate so she consented to the conditions placed before her and afterwards, you got well then, your mother promised to bring you to the shrine when you are 12 years old. When you turned 12 yrs, she didn’t fulfill her promise so, I went to her and warned her. I revealed to her that you’d die if she does not bring you to the shrine. But it seemed as if she didn’t want to lose you to death neither did she want to lose you to the shrine so she pleaded with me again to convert her vow to something else. Well, I understood her fears so, I had mercy on her and told her she’d need to do certain sacrifices every 12 years on your behalf and failure to do so would lead to your death. Of course she preferred it to having you come work full time at the shrine and truly she kept to her words till 15 years ago when she passed away. Now you are left to do what you have to do. 3 years ago you fell sick because the sacrifice wasn’t made and nothing can save you from the hands of my god!
Fortunately, before your mother passed away, she revealed the secret to your elder sister. She came to me few months ago complaining that she was scared to tell you what your mother had told her because you now go to church and would no longer be willing to indulge in fetish things. She begged me to come and inform you myself because she didn’t want you (her only sister) to die. Well,I have done my part and it’s totally your choice to either do yours or bear the consequences”.
That was all mommy told me that he said. I encouraged her not to bother that she was now in Christ but mommy kept panicking, and……
……and she began to grow cold towards going to church.
Then one day she told me she was going to give to Caesar what belonged to Caesar. She went for the sacrifice. She felt those sacrifices her mother made had sustained her through those years and that her illness was only a call to do the needful and that it doesn’t stop her in anyway from serving God.
Few months after that, she fell sick again. But this time she told me she was very sure of her recovery because she had done the sacrifice. Months went by and there was no sign of recovery at all. Infact her health became worse. So she decided to call for the priest. He came and did all he could but mommy didn’t get well. So he came again 2 weeks later and then told mommy that the gods are very angry with her for giving her life to Christ and that she would be made well only if she would renounce her faith.
After I heard what the priest had told her, I hurried to our Pastor’s office knowing that mommy would never listen to me nor take any of my advice. I narrated all that had happened to him and he followed me back to the house.
He spoke with mummy for a long time. But it seemed as though mummy had been seriously brain washed. So he concluded by telling her this…
the devil has no other job that lie, steal and to kill. God had sustained you all along. It has never been the devil. God healed you and would still heal you if you don’t renounce your faith in Him.
2 hours after pastor left, Mommy gave up. She believed all the fetish priest told her and she renounced her faith in God.
That reminds me senior bro, your friend’s mom you made mention of (mama Monday) died last week.”
That was the end of his narration. My quest for the big ”Why?” was settled and I went back to God for mercy. Today I am very successful not because of my hard work, but because of my love, walk and service to God. God prospered me and I was made the new managing director of the company I worked with worldwide. My return to God led to a total recovery of everything I had lost and a better life: far better than what I could ever ask or think.
Enjoy my story and also learn that you can lose all God’s blessings and healing when you decide to walk away. But just like the story of the prodigal son, God is always ready to receive you back and restore all back to you.
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