(By Hymar Idibie David) - MIRACLES.
You stare at the handsome,
three-piece suited up man on the telly as he approaches a row of people holding
up rectangular sheets that proclaims illnesses, diseases and other physical
conditions. His suit is white. He always wears white when ministering to the
sick.
As usual, your imagination
makes up for the lack of audio. When he speaks, you imagine what he is saying.
In your little corner of the world, 'imagination is everything ' is not just a
badass quote.
"Healed! " he roars
and a woman jerks and goes down.
"Out of her! " he
thundered and another woman, a white woman, starts vibrating like powerful
volts of electricity were running through her body.
You switch off the television
and return to shuffling papers. You are tired of miracles.
Faith this, faith that. Believe
this, believe that.
Hey, if you love me, prove it.
Don't make me ask you twice. Or three times. Don't tell me something about
having faith moving mountains. I just want to use faith to cut some stubborn
grass in my own backyard. Leave mountain matter for pro climbers.
If you love someone, you go out
of the way for them. You bend every rule in the book. You bypass every law. It
ain't even up for debate.
Actions speak louder than John
3:16. Burn me.
