About a year ago, there was a certain pastor I met through a
friend. One day, this pastor called me and invited me to go for a meeting,
saying he had a message for me from God. Well, colour me intrigued, I
immediately jumped out of bed and drove to his home/office place thing.
He sat down and started talking to me about giving. He gave
me various examples of people who had given and how God had solved all their
problems almost right away. I sat there in silence and I listened as he told me
that God had woken him up and told him that I need to give. I needed to give
whatever I could and my deepest prayers would be answered.
You should have seen the look on his face when I took MWK 20
out of my purse and gave it to him.
See, I was in that weird place where I was blessed but had
liquidity problems. I had a roof over my head, food on my table, clothes on my
back, even petrol in my car but my purse was not quite in on this ‘being
blessed’ thing.
And as I gave him that 20 Kwacha, which by the way, was all
I had, I figured that the same God who told the pastor that I need to give, also
knew my purse situation…right? Unless of course the god he had heard from was
not the same omnipotent and all-knowing God I served.
Either way, I gave.
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