“Look at her,” the angel said as he opened the book before God, the Supreme.
It’s Mrs. Havilah’s birthday, she’s the Gen Overseer of “THE NEW FOREVER GATE OF THE FIRST BORN ROYAL ASSEMBLY” in the big city of Lagos. The new church has become the most popular and even the talk of the town.
It’s barely two weeks but the overflow can form a church for another ministry.
“Ah, you need to come to my church, It’s Mummy’s birthday,” Michael said. He visited his friends Jude and Laxy on his way back from work.
“Guy we don here na, abi na APC campaign you won do” Laxy responded angrily. “He must have been vexed up earlier from Lagos’s tussle”. They thought. But a bigger issue bothered his heart.
People kept testifying about the good that Mrs. Havilah had done, ” She’s so kind, her ministry has changed me, she’s a gift to this generation” A whole lot of people asserted and prayers were said for her.
The Angels bent their heads in shame, and the 24 elders could not move a limb, “Hmmmm, my name has been blasphemed by men” God sighed.
Her Chronicles was open and a weighing was done.
“Adultery”? God asked. ” Present twice” the angel replied.
“Covetousness, anger, envy, maliciousness”? “Present with her children”, the angel replied.
“Lies, cheating, stealing”? “All present and won’t be leaving soon” he responded.
“Ah, God sighed again, my church is sick” he lamented.
“Laxy why didn’t you dance to celebrate God’s grace on Mummy Havilah’s life, back then in church,” Jude asked, somewhat inquisitive.
“Which grace, which mummy, she’s the woman I slept with last night” he blurted.
Jude opened his mouth and left it hanging, he squinted his eyes in surprise, and silence wore on.
You may be celebrated today for good deeds, but there’s one that weighs every good deed.
There’s one that weighs every spirit, he tests every work by fire.
What manner of man are you?
Are you occupying a space for God, like Mummy Havilah? Are you clean inside out? Are you dead to yourself? Are you ready to face God?
What men say about you, matters just a little. You should be more concerned about the BABA up there. “What is my record there like, I’m I drifting, or am still on track”?
Refuse to finalize to the applause of men. The real matter happens UP THERE!!!