I stirred.
The room was empty.
I did not have to open
my eyes to know that I was in a hospital. The strong smell of disinfectant and
that annoying hospital whiff stung my nostrils. I opened my eyes, slowly. The
lights were not bright. The air was cold. I had no idea how long I had been
out. My abdomen was firmly wrapped in strips and strips of white bandage.
Sticking out the back of my right hand was a needle through which a lone sachet
of some clear fluid slowly discharged it’s contents intravenously into my
system. I managed to raise myself as I tried to make sense of my surroundings.
Slowly, it came to me.
The accident. The angel. The snake. The metal in my side. Now, the hospital.
This had to be the most dramatic week of my life. I was certain no one would
believe me if I told them.
As I sat up, I realized
I was not quite alone. There was another bed to the far right. I could make out
the figure of someone crouching by the bed. No, the person was kneeling.
I cleared my throat as
I struggle to sit up. Just then, a gorgeous nurse sashay in. (she was pretty!)
I put up my best smile, but she did not think it was funny.
Sir you need to lie
still, she began in a soft but firm voice.
I, err…” I put up a feeble
fight, but she had me on my back in no time.
The doctor will be here
in a bit. You must need to rest. And you do not need to move around. Here, she
motioned at a button by my bed, you can press that if you have an emergency.
Now, how can I help you?
Her voice was
beautiful!!
Could you just stay
right here? Like, don’t go anywhere else? That was the best I could do.
She smiled that pretty
smile.
I see you are doing a
lot better, sir, I will go see some of the other patients now. You need to
rest.
Then she sashayed away
as effortlessly as she had walked in. while I watched her leave, I sensed
someone by my side. Goodness, not another angel. I thought to myself. I wasn’t
sure I could handle any more extra-natural experience. I turned to see an
elderly lady. It was the lady that knelt by her bed across the room.
Good afternoon, madam,
I greeted, as she pushed her drip stand to a suitable place and took her seat
in the only chair by my bed.
Hello Daniel, she said.
Her voice was frail. Her smile was crooked. Most of her teeth were absent. But
how in the name of all things great did she know my name?
You know me?
She smiled wryly.
I have been expecting
you.
She could see the
confused look on my face.
We have the same
assignment. Now my work is done.
Goodness, could this
any weirder?
You know deep within
you that you have been called to do great things. I just want to caution you
that great works may not always be popular. She paused. When did you get saved,
she asked.
About eight years ago,
I replied.
And all those years,
the Lord has continued to whisper something to you, hasn’t he? She sounded like
a school principal about to reprimand a truant.
Ye…yes, He has.
And have you obeyed?
I turned my head away.
She reached out with
her frail hand and touched my hand ever so lightly.
I am not here to accuse
you. That’s the ministry of the enemy. We are on the same side. I turned to
look at her. She looked so feeble and delicate. The words were literally
floating out of her mouth. Some of the greatest.
Generals of our kingdom
are not known publicly. It is the way our king designed it. Your assignment is
not inferior to any any person’s assignment. You were chosen because you were
born to do this. It took me almost ten years to accept mine. And I have been
faithful to it every day for the past sixty years.
Was that what you were
doing a few minutes ago?, I ventured to ask.
Yes my son , I pray.
That’s my calling. I am an intercessor. Our assignment Is not public. Through
us the Lord stops wars, overturns calamities, upholds His ministers and saves
homes. Our assignment holds families together and restores homes. Our
assignment overturns the plans of the enemies, shatters the devices of darkness
and scatters the organization of the wicked one. Prayer. We are called to pray.
No one may ever give you an award, have you on national television or put you
in the front pages of the newspapers, but heaven will stand by you all the days
of your life. Your pastor needs you to be faithful. He ma never never know you.
He may never shake hands with you. God knows you. Your nation needs you. Other
men of God need you to take your place.
She held my hand.
You can’t allow
distractions, my son. She smiled again. You have to watch.
She began to struggle.
Her body quivered but her gaze was steadfast.
Watch, she squeezed my
hand. Pray!!!
With that, she bowed
her head and her hand went limp. I tried to shake her awake but she did not
budge. I panicked as I pushed the emergency button. In no time, the nurse and
three others bustled in. they wheeled her to her bed and tried to resuscitate
her, but it was useless. She was gone.
Different thoughts
passed through my mind. I did not even get to know her name. As I watched the
doctor and nurses dart about around her, her words echoed in my ears again.
Watch. Pray.
It’s been five years
now. I have never shared this story with anyone. I own a media company and I
produce great movies. I have stuck to my assignment. I pray for my Pastors, the
Body of Christ, and my nation. I intercede for them day and night. The world
may never know but I am sure that, somewhere, the angel in the Tom Ford suit
and that sweet old lady both are glad that their work was not in vain.
And my Lord will one
day welcome me with open arms as a good and faithful servant.
The End………
EXTRACT FROM: JOYFUL NOISE PUBLICATIONS,,, A
PRODUCTION OF COZA, ABUJA
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