He saved you He saved me What about others?

An impregnable heart

So there I was. In the little congested room. With arms folded and a posture so still, I could have been mistaken for a dummy. In a room that vibrated at the melodious tones of tongue speaking prayer warriors, I stood unaffected whatsoever. My heart was hardened. I disregarded such a powerful Christian gathering!

I had been invited several times to attend deeper life fellowship by a light skinned brother. He was quite tall and boldly preached Christ to my dislike. I was extremely antagonistic to this guy. I never would have known that he would later lead me to Christ. The truth is, we can never know what our future would be like. We can never be sure of the people we cross paths with. I never knew just how important this guy was to my life. Had I not met him, God knows where I’d be right now.

On this Saturday, I succumbed to the persuasive invitation. It was like going on a date with someone that annoyed you just to get it done and over with. This was my situation. I was on a date with deeper life fellowship. Little did I know that this date, was actually a date with Jesus. Yes, I met Jesus that day! He wasn’t in fine purple linen, nor was he in white robes. Jesus was in the man that I hated. A man I disliked for being a good disciple of God.

Being in fellowship on that day was a result of constant battles between me and the light skinned guy. I know for a fact that he prayed for me. He probably made mention of me in his prayers. Prayers bring about salvation.

Php 1:19 For I know that this shall turn to my salvation through your prayer, and the supply of the Spirit of Jesus Christ,
(KJV)

Paul says, he knows that prayer delivers us from unknown forces. I was not born again. God knows what might have held me in bondage to whatever sinful habits I had. I may never know what had me imprisoned but I’m thankful that through the prayers of my friend, I received deliverance.

It might not have come instantaneously, but there was gradual improvement. At least I went to church that Saturday night of 2014. I never spent my weekends praying. Oh no! Usually I ended the evening chatting with friends or listening to explicit not-so friendly ungodly music. Since I was in boarding school, we were never allowed to have mobile devices. I had headphones. My headphones provided a kind of solace that Starbucks coffee could only dream of providing. What teenager doesn’t love the sound of good old jams! 

Being in church that night was a well-crafted miracle! I only went to church every other Sunday! I missed church so much it was like sabbatical leave. I took an unannounced leave on God. God and I were not talking. Perhaps I wasn’t just listening. As miraculous as being in church was for me, more miracles awaited my life. I experienced a series of miracles in episodes a bit longer than the last. What a show it was! Only that it involved my life.

In my dummy position, I looked around. The place was packed with so many humans. I wondered why somebody would leave the comfort of their beds to come and pray or listen to the word of God. I felt it was too great a sacrifice to fulfil. And we had been standing for the last 60 minutes. I had every reason to want to stay back.