A Sealed Warrioress' Diary

Spiral

Dear Jesus,

After taking my bath, I took a few minutes to read my Bible. I don't know when I drifted off to sleep. I hardly slept a wink before we were all summoned for the general morning devotion by 6:00 am. It was brief, and I fought drowsiness half the time. But, when I was able to snap out of it, I was blessed by the brief charge that reminded us of the real forces we were tackling when it came to the business of saving souls. The minister also recounted the story of the events after your resurrection when You appeared to Your disciples and gave them the great commission.

It gets so easy to be caught up in the deceitfulness of a nominal lifestyle. We believers so easily forget our primary assignment of going into the world and preaching to the nations. Lord, I am asking for grace to never ever forget my true mission here on earth, to represent You and decimate all strongholds of the enemy in the hearts of men.

The day promised to be extra busy. When the full schedule for the day was read out, I winced, most especially for the welfare unit and paramedical team (of which, being a medical student, I was automatically enlisted in).

But first, we had to go for an early morning evangelism. We were grouped into four batches to go for a morning cry in four cardinal directions from our base. Each group had a main speaker and an interpreter. To amplify the message, each group used a Public Address System.

The rest of us clanged bells and shook tambourines in rhythm to our choruses. When the lead speaker began preaching, I made sure to pray in tongues under my breath that You would sow a viable seed in the heart of every listener.

Some people who were already up and about in the slum neighborhood, looking bleary eyed, peered out their doors and windows to look at us. Some of them got tracks and a personal invitation to the free medical care program that would begin by noon.

After about an hour of trekking, singing and preaching the gospel to those who had ears to listen, we all went back to our base. While everyone else clamoured to have their baths and freshen up, I comfortably huddled in my sleeping corner and prayed in the Spirit, under my blanket.

After I was done, I tried calling Uluir's line. She picked at the second ring. Her voice sounded exhausted, like she didn't sleep all night long. That, I could understand.

After enduring my barrage of enquiries, she assured me that, though Pastor Daniel was still unconscious, he was stable and the doctors were monitoring his vitals. She didn't go into the details, but from her tone, I knew the accident must have been pretty severe.

I don't know what spurred the urge in me, but I suddenly felt it strongly within me that I should stand in the gap for Pastor Daniel. I don't exactly know him personally, but I respect Pastor Daniel, even more so ever since I became aware that my mentor is engaged to him.
I know he is an anointed minister, and he has a wonderful sense of humour too. His grasp of Your word is likewise commendable.

The story of You healing the centurion's servant with just Your word came to my mind. And You said that we would do greater works than You did. Since I was assured that the accident was a failed orchestration from the pit of hell, I knew this was a place I could fight the enemy and totally thwart his plans.

At first, I felt the sprouts of guilt and doubt in my mind. Who did I think I was to pray for my fellowship president? I mean, in terms of spiritual ranking, I was definitely unqualified. Besides, this wouldn't be the first time someone somewhat close to me was involved in a terrible accident, which could have been averted if only I'd been more spiritually attuned, if only I'd taken my role as an intercessor more rigorously.

Thankfully, like a warm tide, memories of what You've done for, to and through me since I met You washed away the nasty feelings. It was Your will that Pastor Daniel would get speedy recovery. I couldn't imagine anything hurting my dear mentor, or delaying their upcoming nuptials.