Alright so....
His 12year old baby had gone to school that day, and he, as a senior pastor had an appointment with a lady that ran into his kid's closing time....
Wifey couldn't go pick him up, she also got something at hand so important to do.
He called dad severally, but he wouldn't pick because he knew it was to come pick him, alas he decided to go home on foot. Barely taken four step, a teenage driver who was drive-chatting knocked him down!
He's hospitalized.
Poppa and Momma gets to the hospital to see baby on life support, Christian pastor and pastor's wife they were. They hoped, they believed, they talked to the Lord.
The doctor's says, baby had passed due date, the date set for him to recover, they got to declare him dead. 'Faith' Dad refuses, elder brother insist he doesn't sign the paper for them to take his body away.
Picture 1 shows dad and him alone in the room days later he'd refused to sign the paper but got to because baby isn't showing any sign of improvement.
In picture two, he signed it, in haste rather. With tears in his eyes looked up to heaven like 'God, why is this happening, you gotta help me'
In picture three, baby is covered, having been declared DEAD, all their hope is smashed, he's rolled to the morgue. Such emotional moment, I couldn't help my own tears, I cried in the bus. I never knew I was even sobbing loudly as I watched his dad's face, his momma and bro, and him lying down helpless, declared dead, being rolled to the morgue. It seems like Oh God where went thou, these folks are Pastor's it shouldn't be happening. Somehow I could walk down the aisle with them holding baby's bed, I wept like my family was involved. I could relate, I could, I could when grandma died, I remembered we all had faith somehow she will rise, every one of us to the 3year old grand daughter, our faith was high. Her tiny voice that morning as people began body viewing 'So mummy grandma didn't ride again?' and she began crying, we cried, we had a good cry, I was still growing in faith then, that morning of her departure I prayed for her to return and somehow had faith she would, as they rolled baby, I cried, I could relate!
In picture four mum gives her last word, elder brother did too. They all had hope, here it's being smashed! .
Picture 6 shows baby's coffin, my son got louder, the seventh picture was dad and mum on the funeral day.
I walked down this line before...
Have you ever being here?
Where you prayed, hoped and trusted and it seems nothing happened?
Have you ever being where it seems God never helped?
Is this what you are currently facing?
I got load of stuff to say to you but I will only tell you what the Holy Spirit said as I watched this line, it kept coming continually.
But YOU beloved, BUILD UP YOURSELF ON YOUR MOST HOLY FAITH, -INCREASE, MAKE PROGRESS, RISE HIGHER AND HIGHER LIKE AN EDIFICE.
PRAYING IN THE HOLY GHOST!
don't underestimate it, don't give in to the defeat, there's torrent of power in you to change the predicament, God has vested that authority in you and giving you the most powerful tool there is. PRAY, PRAY IN TONGUES, PRAY KNOWING THAT ALL POWER IN HEAVEN AND ON EARTH RESIDE IN YOU! YOU ARE NOT ALONE, THE LORD ISNT FAR... YOU GOT THE POWER TO CHANGE THINGS INSIDE.
PRAY!
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