Some years ago, I found myself on the deliverance ground of the Mountain of Fire and Miracles Ministries. Though with the privilege of being a born-again Christian and having publicly denounced Satan and his cohorts from the dark recesses of my life, I still noticed that my life seemed to be hampered from moving forward. Every step to actualizing my dreams creates a scenario well defined in a prayer point that caught my fancy on this mountain; any power making me work like an elephant and
eat like an ant, die in the name of Jesus. This payer point resonated with me because l could easily relate it with what I was going through at the time.
Before I got acquainted with this ministry, I had thought that, as long as l am born again and attend church service regularly, my life will witness less resistance from the camp of the enemy. But how wrong l was? At this juncture, it will be proper to capture in detail what changed my perception for good. Before the commencement of the programme, we were properly briefed on the codes of conduct stressing in detail what we needed to do if we wanted to get delivered
from the yokes of the wicked.
Quickly you are told that the programme is not your regular kind of service where you can just move up and down and probably choose when to join the service. Straight on
you are told in case you are yet to understand the modus operandi of the programme, that you are on the Deliverance Ground, in other word words, you are properly introduced into a battleground where your military arsenal is propelled by an activated voice level that can drown the voice of the next person by your side. This is further accentuated by your level of anger and hunger for freedom. Without a second thought, l knew immediately that my deliverance depends on how seriously l deploy myself to the prayers l am assigned to deliver. So, I got a clear signal that, it is my choice to get deliverance.
Now the following words of caution threw fear into my mind…this is a military operational zone, the battle you are engaged in is not physical but spiritual. Another piece of information that almost froze me was the …if you don’t want to carry another man’s load close your eyes and be focused on your prayer. But respite greeted my heart when heard…recovering your destiny from the hand of the wicked is not a ‘jelenke affair’ (it is not child’s play) you must demonstrate that you want to truly reclaim what has been
stolen from your life. I mustered all the strength within me to do justice to the staccato of prayer points coming from the mouth of the deliverance minister handling that particular session. I was told to pray like a wounded lion.
We had barely prayed for five minutes when all of a sudden two sisters went into what I would call a frenzy scattering the seats on my right side. In fact, some of us stopped praying; never witnessed a situation like this. But the minister roared with fire in his voice… close your eyes and continue praying, don’t allow the enemy to cheat you of your inheritance. At this time, my output became more ferocious and devastating. Although, l did not fall to the ground like most others, but right inside of me, l knew something happened which l will testify to. This is just day one o!