My husband is not a pàstór but a riitúàliist – Episode 21
“‘I told Mr. Frank to rest after the just-concluded crúsàde and to prày for your siblings in the evening, but he insisted that his spirit was troubled and he would want to pray for them this morning.'”
“‘He should be on his way now. Hope you’re at home,’ my pàstór said over the phone, and my hands began to vibrate and quake like those of a very old man, so much so that the phone almost fell from my hands.”
“I’m not, sorry, I’m at home. He can come over, but Sir, he should’ve listened to you and relaxed. He could break down if he overworks himself. I wish he had listened to you, but it’s okay. I will be expecting him,’ I said, my voice trembling with each utterance, dramatically reflecting my fear.”
“Immediately after the call, thoughts began to fly in my head: Should I proceed to see the hérbàlííst, or should I turn back since I already told my pàstór I was at home?”
“The hérbàlííst was my only hope of thwarting the whole situation for my good. If I turned back, I’d be heading towards my own des+ruction. If I didn’t, I would have to tell my pàstór why I lïed to him.”
“What if I proceeded to see the hérbàlííst and still couldn’t find him? Won’t that be as good as not going at all?’ I thought, and resolved to turn back and sneak out to go see the hérbàlííst immediately after the prāyēr, whatever the outcome.”
“I took another bus and headed back home. My heart pounded rapidly like a drum in a marching band, echoing the symphony of my anxieties as I anxiously looked forward to the outcome of my nightmare.”
“Fortunately, I arrived home before Mr. Frank, but that wasn’t going to change anything because I strongly believed that whatever sequel of cā|āmïty I would bring upon my siblings, considering how Gód used him at the crúsàde, he would definitely see through my plot and nullify it. Hence, I sat down on a very hot seat as I awaited my retribution.”
“30 minutes later, I heard the knock of fate, jiggled in trepïdation and pan!c, opened the door, and saw my fears standing like a warrïor, wearing a smile in anticipation to defeat me hands down.”
“‘Peter, how are you doing, and how are your siblings?’ he said as he walked inside. ‘Good morning, Sir. I’m fine, and my siblings are getting better,’ I replied, closed the door, leaned on it, and faced him.”
“‘I know you’ll be surprised to see me this early. In fact, when I told the pàstór that I would be coming this morning to your house to prày for your sïçk siblings, he was shocked at the urgency and asked me to stay back and rest from the just-concluded crúsàde and come in the evening.'”
“‘I explained to him that it wasn’t a personal decision, but I just felt led in the spirit to make the pràyérs this morning, and I dared not to disobey the spirit. He should’ve called you by now to inform you, unless he perhaps forgot,’ he said.”
“‘Yes, he actually called me like an hour ago to inform me that you’ll be coming,’ I replied, looking downwards in fret.”
“In a tone infused with a joke, he quirked an eyebrow and queried, ‘oh, he did? Then why were you so surprised to see me?'”
“‘Um, you know this is the first time you’re coming to my house, so despite expecting you, I became nervous as soon as I saw you. I’m sorry about that,’ I said, troubling the tranquility of my plain trousers, knowing fully well that I was lyïng.”
“‘It’s okay, Peter. You don’t have to apologize. You should know I’m joking. Where are your sïçk siblings? Please take me to them and let me begin the pràyérs immediately,’ he said.”
“A very cold breeze embraced me like a garment, implanting thousands of goosebumps all over my body as I led the way and took him inside the bedroom. My five siblings were all inside, and I kept beckoning on the ground to open and swa||0w me al!ve.”
“He told Ruth and Jacob to go to the parlor so that whatever spirits were leaving Peace, James, and Mercy would not find solace in their bodies. As they walked out, I followed them because I couldn’t withstand what was about to happen, but he asked me to lock the door, stay behind, and join him in the pràyérs.”
“Immediately he said that, I became sçààréd, and my instinct began suggesting he already knew everything I had done from dawn to dusk but refused to open up and perhaps wanted me to witness my ev!l plans crumbling right before my eyes.”
“He spread his hands like the wings of an eagle, pacing around like Joshua and the Israelites before the formidable walls of Jericho and began praising God: ‘Who can batt|e with the Lord, who can batt|e with the Lord, who can batt|e with the Lord, I say ‘nobody.'”
“His voice soared with a crescendo of devotion as he sang repeatedly these blazing mellows and arias of magnification which reverberated off the bedroom walls, piercing exceedingly through the air.”
“With fervent determination, he beseeched the lion of the tribe of Judah, his words weaving a tapestry of healing and deliverance as they caressed the stillness, enveloping the bed where my síçk siblings lay.”
“After 30 minutes of rūggēd and vïgorous praise, he knelt before my siblings, brought down his head, took the sw0rd of the spirit (the bible), and embarked on a dēēàdly journey into the camp of Bēē|zēbūbs and Mēphīstõphē|es to wãge wær against prīncīpa|itïēs and p0wers.”
“Upon bended knees, he bowed in earnest plea, beseeching heavens for grace to set them free. His prãyēr, a melody of deep despair, yet woven with the drapery of care, he knelt and pràyéd, a guardian so bold, for Gõd’s embrace to heal, restore and enfold.”
“As he continued to prày, his words transcended the spírítúal sphere, evoking an ethereal palpable manifestation, and my síçk siblings’ bodïes began to shæke uncontrollably, as if caught in a sudden tempest.”
“Their faces tw!sted in ag0ñy, and with each quiver, dãrk drops of b|00d spilled from their lips, staïnïng the pristine sheets like ink on paper. Their crïes echoed, mingling with the roarïng rumbles of the prāyēr, creating an unsettling symphony of pa!n and hope in the somber bedroom.”
To be continued ✍️