I have known about my calling for a while. Growing up I always knew things and like every gift that isn't guided, I misused it.
I recall back then in SS2 when this "gift" was at its peak, I told a friend @Gbengamicheal21 about his call from God. I spoke and forgot it.
We met over the years and we never discussed it until he was called by God but even then we didn't see eye to eye and then we parted ways.
It was years later, when I started walking in the supernatural that he reminded me of the words I spoke back then.
Over the years, I have gone through severe persecution from various ministries home and away.
I have been accused of many things and some have outrightly come out to tell me I have "Biri-Biri" anointing and that I won't go far.
I have been hit by words and discouraged.
I have even told myself that this whole ministry thing was not for me. Yet, when folks called me to pray for them, I was always stirred to do so - Always!
I also had my own fears... weaknesses that I knew had destroyed the ministry of many great men and they scared me.
So I always kept a low profile. Never showing forth or talking much. I didn't like groups and whenever I found myself in one, I was always the clown so people won't know of the anointing.
As if it even changed anything...lol. I am still not a fan of groups but I learn.
Two years ago, I was under some intense 3 days dry fast and reading scriptures and praying 8 hours in tongues seeking God because I knew the calling was evident.
I came across a story on Twitter from @GbengaWemimo and I remember it was the story of a lady that had asthma...
I recall how he entered the room where she was during service, pulled his suit and cast it aside, laid hands on her and commanded her lungs to expand.
The amazing part was how he later laid hands on her, blessed her and commanded all damaged organs to be restored!
Powerful!
I read the story and closed it. I went into two hours in tongues and I kept asking
"Who is this man?
"Is he of you?"
And the Holy Spirit told me "Call Gbenga because He is my Son and your Brother".
I finished praying, wrote the message down and sent him a message.
He sends his number and the rest is history.
Today is my birthday and as much as I have dodged and hidden and played down the anointing upon my life, it has changed nothing.
Last weekend, I had three ministrations and the point is evident - It is TIME!
Today, The Earthworker Ministries (TEAM) starts.
The story of this ministry will never be complete without @GbengaWemimo who poured and poured in my life and that of many.
I knew things about Ministry but I never knew how to start. You showed me the How and I am grateful.
Left for me, I wanted a small thing but on Sunday, it turned out in another way and though I don't understand it all, I trust the Holy Spirit.
So, thank you @GbengaWemimo for loving me and calling me a Brother. Thank you for showing me that we are stronger together.
Thank you for taking me along and guiding me and correcting me where and when necessary.
I am honoured to call you Brother and Friend.
I remember all our lunch with fondness and I admire you greatly especially the period you had so much going on yet you focused on others.
God bless you for giving me a platform. You always have a place of honour in "our" Ministry.
@femioladehin thank you for giving me a platform. When God told me in June 2019 that there was someone other than Gbenga who would give me a platform, I didn't know it was you.
Thank you for tolerating me and my genteel nature. Thank you for allowing the Holy Spirit lead you into this work. I see everything you do quietly and I have been blessed by it!
I thank all the students of @pssbcnigeria; those that are and those to come. God bless you.
To my wife @yuriana8310 I love you and I would never have come this far without you. There is no @earthworkrr without you Chaviva!
Thank you.
For many who have always wondered who @earthworkrr is, below are some JPEGS for the children of Zion!
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.