Many years back when bodybuilding was in vogue (again), I recall I was to do 200 squats as "welcome to gym".
It wasn't funny. I recall that as I climbed the stairs the following day, I had to hold the railings and walls to find a balance.
A whole me!
Vibrating like first generation Tiger Generator.
However, when I went back two days after, the squats were painful but I became used to it. Muscles were being built hence the initial pain.
It is the same with the anointing.
When we look at some of God's generals and how they move in the things of the Spirit as well as the healing anointing, we celebrate them and say "more anointing" when we see them.
However, we forget it is the same Spirit that has been given to ALL of us.
Like the human muscle when it is being exercised, it is the same with the anointing and the grace upon the anointing.
The more you use the anointing, the easier it flows and the more you grow in grace as you apply it.
A Pastor's wife once told me that anointing is not for all.
She was of the opinion that it isn't all Christians that can heal or raise the dead. When I showed her Mark 16 regarding the signs that follow us as Believers, she responded with "It is well".
In some churches, when you work miracles...
Those who have "offices" in the church start to fight you yet they aren't meeting up. Many say, it is only the GO that has the authority to heal.
Please, where is that written?
Start using the anointing. The more you use it, the more conversant and adept you become in it...
The more the oil flows and you grow in capacity.
Look, if you can't start with healing headache, your faith won't grown to dealing with cancer and eventually, raising the dead.
Exercise the anointing.
Only then can you grow in the Spirit and the grace for anointing begins to grow exponentially.
Watching him bounce on his feet was something else. For the inexperienced eyes, it looked like he was showing off but for us, this meant he never skipped leg day.
His Uncle, Mr. Ibezimakor had began to train him since he moved to Lagos 4 months earlier.
The day he came in, he went straight to him and told him - I want to be a boxer like you and I want you to train me.
I’ll give my all and I’ll make you proud.
Whatever you demand, I’ll give until I have nothing else.
His uncle saw his look and said “Yes, I’ll train you.”
It felt like they all heard that voice that called “Ibukun”.
“When He called my name, all I knew was that everything stopped: the thoughts of suicide, the fear, the anger, the rage, the guilt, the condemnation, everything stopped.”
“Ikenna! Ah ahn?! The way you mentioned the fact that killers came to your house and you hid behind your wife and no one saw both of you is too flippant.” Gozie interrupted.
“These things don’t just happen” continued Gozie “because this isn’t ordinary.
Whilst Gozie was trying to articulate his thought and do what men know how to do - explaining everything away with logic, Laraba was looking intently at Ibukun.
In that look an unspoken conversation ensued and with each look, Laraba realized…
… what was dwelling inside Ibukun wasn’t old but ancient yet familiar and that was for lack of a better word.
She knew that Ibukun had indeed encountered a superior being which she has heard from certain clerics in her hometown.