many will nort understand why I decided not to worship at my church the salvation Army soon after the easter sunday and opt to go out for new experience on this particular sunday just like you are not understanding why i am posting too many of religious text on my blog than ever before. you will find my experience so fuscinating and wonderfull.
My friend Misheck can bear testimony that I was saying it inn a joking way that i wont attend sunday service but go somewhere. indeed i did just that and the port was calvary family Church. It has a long family background attached to it which is making me abit sceptical to explain.
The church was full to capacity, I in My explossive, Brand new DB, made my first steps on the corridors of this church, so confident and expectant that i will get blessed. surprisingly, the church was filled to the brim, or should i say full to capacity? I sat on the last chair of the Corridor thinking that as a new comer someone will care at take me to the first pew. it was never to be as peoplewere going in and out just giving me a big hug, infact they know that i am salvation army Die hard and big gun that it was surprise to many. I heard one asking, 'What has happened at salvation Army for Emmanuelt o come here?'
nothing at all has happened. I took it as a big adventure to grace this church for the first time. the aim was to experience the holy spirit in a different way and see how our friends do worship. this particular sunday, they had one long service with a long testimony of a divils advocate who came to malawi sent by the devils kingdom to disturb three churches in the country. i was very far that i dint get the rest of the testimony.
as the sermony time drew colser I decided to draw closer as much as i can that in dont miss a thing, and there was the pastor preaching. 'you should confess what the lord says about you and not what people or you think is about you.' so touching was the message that maltitude of people flocked forwad to receive special prayers. I was blessed. however i still missed the sound of the trumpet at my church.
after the sermon, it was time of holy communion which i never wanted to partake that i silently moved out and met a long time friend, media practitioner, talk of the moment errupted, what do you think about the next coming elections? blaming the media for treating the president with kids gloves after a number of goofing.
minutes later i left the place for home, touched and blessed.
I will miss those moments!
No comments:
Post a Comment