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It was anointing time at a particular church i happened to be in, one sunday .
That means it was time for God's holy spirit to fall on those who wanted the spirit. At least that's what I was supposed to understand maybe.
The lady sitting next to me was,well, comfortably asleep. Ah, such blissful rest.
She might have avoided all the forthcoming trouble, had she only continued that nap.
And me, i was drifting in my thoughts. Drifting and Conflicting Thoughts.
Thank God that the anointing had to be accompanied by loud noises, people shouting and shaking all over, and people being pushed down to the ground and other peripherals, or else the lady next to me would have slept right through the anointing.
There was this old lady up front who fell down(or fainted!) as this anointing was happening in church. She was very old, and i do not know if falling backwards on the concrete surface was just what the doctor ordered for her. But anyway, the fall was dignified and was assisted by the uncle standing behind her (my sick mind was already telling me-"imagine if that uncle just moved from behind the lady as she fell backwards? " crack- ouch !)
She got up in due time and she must have dusted herself and participated in some more of the anointing, i dont know, i was busy looking at others falling here and there( sounds almost like a battlefield, no?) . When i looked back, my mind was benumbed at what i saw; the anointer was approaching her. OMG !!!
You dont see it?
Ok, usually whoever the Anointer touches on the forehead, is supposed to fall backwards as he/she has been anointed. And our old lady had fallen on her own accord,even before the anointer was upon her. And now, the Anointer had found her,therefore she would have to do it all over again..
(Here is the question for the day then-How do you spot an Anointer in a crowd? Answer: Just walk fast along the line of people lying on the ground and you might just catch the anointer in action!)
My heart wailed within- "NOT Again!" , as the anointer put his hand on the old lady's forehead. What amazing long-suffering; the lady must have fallen backwards yet again, i dont know, i was not looking, it was either too embarrassing or too painful to look at. :) You feel me?
Among all those standing up front Ready to be anointed,was this girl. The anointer was upon her in a moment indeed,and as she was standing right in front of a chair as the anointer pushed (did you notice,by the way that the 'touch the forehead' had graduated to 'push the forehead') her on her forehead.
She stumbled, but she didnt fall on the ground-obviously,she didnt see the need to fall,i guess.
Anyway,the chair was right behind her,so God's anointing could not take place,right?
So our anointer took her a bit forward: "No, dont be ashamed sister, come stand here.." or something to that effect was said by the anointer and she was 'touched' yet again.
i bowed my head straight down as if i had, all of a sudden, gone into prayer-mode.
i did that, because, i just didnt have the spirit to witness was going to happen,this time, to the girl. Well,when i finally looked up, there she was, lying on her back on the concrete.
Her face was covered by her palms and she was convulsing as she sobbed her heart out.
No doubt, it was the anointing that caused her to cry so much; it just could not have been the pain of falling onto concrete,or just plain shock.
Did i mention that i tried to save a friend of mine as she was standing ready to be anointed?
i got so worried she too would fall down when the anointer would approach her,that i managed to align the chair behind her quietly,so that she would fall right into the chair if and when anointed.
Thank heavens she didnt get anointed Properly. Thank heavens she did not fall when pushed on the forehead.
Did i mention i was not standing up front for the anointing?
That goes without saying,right? But then,what was wrong with me?
I just didnt have the heart to take this anointing. i guess that then, i must be retarded, spiritually stunted.
I was looking for some lonely voice who could relate to my plight of non-spirituality.
Maybe one lifeboat in the sea, just one ray of some hope for me..
AND THERE it was! Up on the stage,after the anointing was over, stood this uncle ( he and me,we have had slight disagreements before, so i was surprised when this restoration of order came from him :) ), who said that people should not be 'satisfied' with just one experience like this anointing and should really intensify their prayers..! Isnt that cool.. wow.. someone did relate.
There's this other uncle i know. He wasnt present in church when all of this anointing happened.
But HOW i wish that he were present when this anointing took place.
His name is Paul. He is not from my country. He is a foreigner, from this city called Tarsus in the middle-East somewhere. Also, he died a Long time back-he was murdered for his belief in Jesus Christ.
i wish he was there when the anointing took place. Maybe his presence would have comforted me all the more. Maybe he would have spoken up at the occasion. Yeah, he was GOOD at speaking up.
Atleast that's what got him killed.
