Ashamed Of The Gospel ?? BLOG 24

                       This is precisely an absolutely close piece from my heart.It's also imperative that you should know that I am a conviction Christian or Christ follower.I sincerely don't know about being a fanatical Christian, but what I think I know is that I make conscious effort to proclaim the truth about the God that I believe in and all His mighty work.So as a reader and known/unknown friend(I may never ever meet you in person).I 'll like you to enjoy this article today.It is an almost un-usual blogging.Enjoy the ride reading!
                        Firstly, I 'll like us to start with the scripture in Rom 1:16 ''I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes''. Why did I quote that scripture? I quoted it to let y'all know that I am am personally not ashamed of the gospel truth of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.So no matter how jovial, peeps' person and socio-politico I am in many of my bloggings, I like to let peeps know that I love the gospel truth of Jesus Christ.The salvation part of the gospel of Jesus Christ is quoted in the book of Psalms as such joyous power that ENABLES us to fetch water out of the wells of salvation(put aptly as liberty).
                        Now, here is the deal of this  blogging right now. I am going to be as simplistic and straight forward as the experience itself happened.I call it experience but if I don't want to be comically cheeky with y'all I 'll say it as it is: The Miraculous back to Life of Monic. Guys can I just say that I am taking the risk of blogging about this today without the prior knowledge of my Pastor. He does sometimes stumbles into reading my blog from Twitter as he is very much aware of the blog 'AmNotKiddingAmi?' But he may likely not want me to blog about this subject.Not quite sure how he considers it, subjective or objective.Apparently objective in nature in my view,as he also.I know that in as much as he doesn't like publicity, he also would prefer me not to give the names and places of our church.
                        The fundamental reason for the above is that our local Pastor doesn't believe in any form or practise of prosperity messaging.He is also very careful about miscontruling people into taking the glory of God.All the local Pastor believes as I humbly do also is that the name of God only should be praised and only God should all glory belong.But I am effectively risking sharing this experience with you guys  because I want people to give their life to Jesus Christ, which I know as the gospel truth of God's life. I can understand that my local Pastor can stumble into this blog anytime, in as much as I do respect him, I 'll like to be a bit cheeky to share this with you all.Hopefully you 'll be blessed by the experience.
                        On sat. the 15th of Jun.2013,my local Pst who is a personal friend of mine was met to pick me up , but he couldn't and so re-arranged for someone to deputise for him.What happened? He was pruning the branches in  a big tree that is in his cul-de-sac house, and as expected he was using a relatively new Ladder to do the climbing.The ladder itself crumbled on itself and broke into irreconcilable pieces.The question is, where is the climber? The docile Pastor fell so hard beyond believe on his forehead, left arm and rolled vigorously on the nearby concrete hard slabs in the garden.His wife wasn't at home and all his four elite brilliantly grown up children has over the recent years lived on their own.He had multiple , triple surgical stitches in a quarter of his facials , back, arm.God Almighty was definitely his rescue.Two Sundays running until just last Sunday, he wasn't able to do the pulpit calling job, that he loved so much with a passion.That gives you an insight about the gravity of the fall.
                        Right this is the main deal .Next day the 16th of June(sunday).I was sitting in the front middle roll as we normally do.I 've been a front roller since my first day of school in life, because I like to grab everything.Well same attitude I carry onto the church services.'Haha afterall I am not going to be asked to pay for the vintage posit, big boys don't and can't pay God, no way,ain't a cinema'.....kidding with a laugh.Anyways, service started , sharp 10 am; trust English people and time! Praise and worship song, exciting day, black people bouncing with their flamboyant Afro/ Carribean traditional clothings.White people donning with T- shirts  and trousers.Other white guys even wearing combact short-knickers combined with mere flip-flops, as they can't be bothered to dress too much.Hmm! Sunshine is blasting inferno radiations, very un-usual for everyday England,'init'?
                        Now praise and worship song is over, next peeps are asked to do a hand shake, warm welcoming to both new and old folks, children asked to move down to the Creche and sunday school.Then the Pastor's wife( I won't mention her name, if you got that appetite sorry, I told y'all they abhor publicity of any sort; truly humble, simple, pragmatic everyday Christian folks).She told the congregation including me, that one of her daughter's friend just died, for no apparent diagnostic cause of death.She therefore re-emphasised that the congregational members of the church should endeavour to trust in God and ensure that they serve God in truth and in spirit, just as the church just did in worship.The reason according to her is because no one knows when the Lord is coming, may call anyone home, neither do anyone knows the Lord's second coming to earth.Well, everyone listened ardently.I in particular listen so attentively, because  I like her ascent and she is my friend.Her simplistic delivery of the Word is fab, more so she works as an academia as my humble self, we connect mentally in lots of ways.
                      Then comes the stage, where the deputy for the resident Pastor was to deliver the most basic sermon for the day.The sermon was a bomb and as simple as submitting the entirety of ones life to Jesus Christ, the son of God Almighty.Simple ,basic sermon for an everyday Christian, adult, kids,new comers,repentant back sliders and those seeking a new heart from sin.Lovely, enjoyable sermon.Now, from nowhere, there  was a massive bang blasting on the roof top, perhaps even, where the cross of Christ is structured beautifully on the state of the art, solidly constructed glass and brick architectural edifice.The cables on the hexagonal roof design bounced three times repeatedly.The deputising preacher in his usual calmness asked for 'peace be still'.Appealed for church members to be calm and stay on their sit as possible as they could.Seconds later, service continued as normal.Some mini-chested dudes,''don't laugh but am laughing right now'';went outside to check if it is some kinda sub-urban terrorism.Ha ha!
                     Half an hour later, I had a familiar couples voice calling out in for help: Mum,mum,oh no.Jesus help us Lord! From where I sat, I decided to do a quick 90 degrees neck turning and all I saw immediately was my close friends( a lawyer and his wife, a nurse/midwife by pro).I was moved instantaneously by the Holy Spirit as I saw the about 80 yrs old woman falling sideways to her left arm on her sit.She never fell to her face(which could 've in my opine possibly indicated a conscious,possible life).But she fell sideways and she was instantly gone.All her vital signs of life vanished,no pulse,breathe,movements of any sort visible.Her own daughter like I mentioned earlier is an NHS certified practising staff.She 'd tried to revive her mum but to no avail, then she started wailing,six other NHS nurses,medical reps including a medical doctor I suppose was in the service, all 'd tried to do CPS but to no avail.Gone she was! Just like that? dead??
                    A mere handful of us, with all humility according to God's word in 1 Peter 5 vs 6, i can vouch for myself, was really touched,moved totally to God's submission of the situation at hand; and therefore decided within ourselves individually without speaking to one another, that we 've to blank off and pray to God.I remember remaining standing where I was and declaring God's own words of life e.g the 3rd book of John in the bible e.t.c, we spoke and blasted in tongues,loud, quiet as possibly as I and others could; like we may never have done before in our lives.Frankly, a lot of ardent church members/goers with possibly 500 yrs experience of being a Christian were busy gazing at Monic and also looking at peeps like myself as if '' what does he think he is doing? ''someone has given up the ghost, you are speaking and praying in tongues; in fact unknown languages, silly cheeky men''.Well even though I could guess the reading on their faces, I didn't give a monkey neither banana. I only continued and was determined by God's grace to pray even more and of course some of my guys/ladies who strongly believe in the miracle of Jesus Christ's name, were continually speaking in tongues, quoting bible verses with absolute faith in God came to cuddle me and were encouraged to continue with the efficacy of the prayers.
                   Behold in about 15 mins plus,Monic was beginning to show signs of breathe, sneezing, coughing out, eyes slowly opening and the lips.She smiled to her daughter, son-in-law.Praise God is the next thing I started hearing, Jesus Christ must be praised.The entirety of the church was suddenly light up in beaming smiles,laughter, cheers and jubilation's.Am pretty sure that even the initial 'no faith-ers',God forgive me here..started running around like headless chicken,rejoicing.Back to the gist, two NHS medical ambulances arrived, having been called-in urgency by two different people in desperation to save a buoyant life.People were relieved, sweating.I was amazed by God, even though I knew that God is able to bring her back to life as I and others 've absolute faith in God.One of Monics daughters had literally drove mad to church within the hour of incidence, and cried to conclusion that her lovely mum was gone.She wailed so badly with annoyance.
                  Tell you what? I was moved to speak and pray in tongues because I felt that if someone who walked on her own to church died inside the church service, it may be highly scandalous to the church and of course the body of Christ.Firstly, unbelievers 'll never accept to be invited to the church or any other ever again and they 'll love to mock the church and discourage innocent Christians especially youngsters.They would 've loved to say ' are you going to that church where people die,where is their God? '.Infact fake competitive churches could 've possibly be found doing same mocking game.Why? because they are in lugubrious and unnecessary competition with themselves,by themselves and for themselves and not anything in the spirit of God's love for one another nor loving your neighbour as the Lord commanded in the ten commandment.But  God forbid, God didn't allow that scandal as the church and its leadership is too superb in character.Another reason would 've been the coronary enquiry and of course the excessiveness  of the BBC and other media powerhouses.It's a living church for God's glory only, I repeat only God's glory.Praise Master Jesus Christ!
                  Right, do you still doubt the existence of a true living God? do you believe in Jesus Christ? are you in occult? do you practise satanism? do you think of yourself as a personality with a demi-god? do you practise witch crafting? well that was an eye-witnessing testimony I was blessed to see for myself.The old lady was discharged many hours later, 2 days later when I enquired about her, her son-in-law texted back to me that the gracious old lady went shopping at Tesco's.Friday same week, she continued to be out and about, and jetted off on holidays to Jamaica.Do you know why? because when God give you a life back, its a double miracle of renewed strength and vitality.God perfects all things great and beautiful.He is the  ever awesome God.Guys there's no point lieing to you, He is practical with our lives. Y'all knows that I am the guy next door, I don't give neither a monkey nor banana's but I can give cornflakes if you need it.I'll tell you as it is.Accept the Lord as your Saviour today.Just remember I am your guy next door, no gimmicks, just me as always.Many thanks for painstakingly reading through the end of this.
                 Your Host!
                  Kings...
Hey pray that my resident Pastor 'll not be annoyed that I 'd blog about this.Hahahehe!It's a great testimony to be shared anyway,our lives are like a city set on the mountain top;so says the holy bible.I said praaaaaaay!!