I was at the airport as a 13 year old!
We were seeing my old man off!
He was migrating to Germany to study for his Ph.D.
He was leaving my mother, his beloved wife and partner of twenty years behind with five children to seek for greener pastures
It was a very emotional day
My mother was a born again Christian
We were attending one of the 'dont touch", "dont eat", "dont go to the village","beware of relatives"," fear the devil","suspect everybody" kind of church! She was always on a turban, without earrings and was all bones due to a life of fasting
We waited while he checked in his luggage, he came to give us hugs and final "I love you hugs". My older sisters were crying! I have never had a bone of sentiment in me! I was dry eyed! He was a good dad but he had promised to buy me bicycles when he returned from his trip
He was a secondary school principal and we could barely feed at the time. My father told ne several times without the trip to Germany I can never have a bicycle and we can never own a house of our own or have good clothes to wear! I didn't understand why they were all crying...
They ended up being right
The German trip did not lead to utopia!
It made things better for a while although I really did get my bicycle! (That is a story for another day)
So while we were hugging and promising him to take care of one another and miss him, a man was wheeled in!
He was paralysed from waist down
He was being taken for medical treatment abroad
His wife was with him
She was looking gaunt and deflated
They obviously had money
They were both in their thirties
His mother was also with them
She could barely hold herself together
Obvious misery
A man was also with them
He was trying to calm the young man's mother down
He had an authoritative air about him
The mother kept saying "He was fine three days ago.
I spoke with him!
He was fine!
This is the work of his father's people!
It is about his late father's will!"
I will give them everything if they will set my son free
How can a young man suddenly get afflicted like this!
Nobody could diagnose what was wrong with him
I told about the message they left for me two weeks ago
This has nothing to do with medicine
Let us go and plead with them"
A woman also on the queue overheard their conversation
She was wearing Jerry curls
Her fingers were painted red
Her lips were painted red
She looked like the picture of "Delilah" or "Jezebel" in my book of Bible Stories
She approached the family and introduced herself hushlike!
After a few minutes
She walked over to the wheel chair
She held the hands of the young man on the wheel chair and started praying in tongues
My mother was put off immediately
(In our church, those speaking in tongues must do so in reverence and there must be an interpreter)
We see all the tongue talkers as sacrilegious and practising spiritual jingoism!
The way she was dressed was undeserving of the Holy Spirit!
An unholy vessel speaking in tongues!
The contrast was sharp
Our religious sensibilities were highly offended
She was playing with fire!
After about ten minutes, she lifted up the hands of the young man and said "I set you free now in the name of Jesus! I release you in Jesus name! Rise up, you are healed!"
Then she dropped the hands!
The young man stopped shaking all over
Then His neck stood still!
He exhaled!
Then his body began to unravel
He lifted his hands
Then he propped his body up with his hands by the handle of the wheelchair
His wife wanted to assist him
The "Jezebel" woman signalled to her to keep off
Everyone in the airport watched
It took minutes
He got on his feet and ran!
He shot out of the wheelchair like a bullet
Then he returned like a bolt of lightening
Wow!
His mother fell on her knees with tears
His wife just stood there with tears streaming down her face
The man with them was too shocked to speak
The young man was completely healed!
My mother and my family were the greatest indirect beneficiary of that event which happened at Muritala International airport in 1993.
The impact of that miracle, was a spiritual tsunami in our home!
My mother started questioning everything
We started studying the Bible ourselves
Within a year we changed churches
My mother had been stirred
My mother permed her hair and started praying in tongues
The dimensions of the supernatural became a reality in my family
My mother embraced the gospel
She was my example of living in the spirit and by the spirit
Don't be hard hearted or stiff necked
When your theology encounters the Holy Spirit dont insist on being right
Your mind must always be subject to the Holy Spirit
Many of us have become Pharisees
Finding fault in the light because we have a tradition to keep
Pls, Let us do better
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