Mercy sat on her seat and watched below as things unfolded. “At the end of this all, we’d know”, she thought.
Not an easy one for Lisa. Through last week, she had been told her pregnancy may not stay till term. “What do I do”, she wondered. Usually, Mary, if in her shoes would do what the others would naturally do: visit Babalawo.
He was the sort of man you could get a response from. He usually didn’t ask much; wouldn’t even, because there wasn’t really much Mary or Lisa or the likes of them could give. But then, little plus little plus little gives much. Anyways, that’s my own thinking.
She did decide to go. Before then however, she tried to be open. Open to Father Moses. He was as understanding as the famous Moses was, but not slow to speech though. “You cannot do that; you shouldn’t. It is not worthy of who you are”. You sure you told her about Luke 9:62 Father?
Yes, exactly, who is she? She was a young girl who had decided to give her life to Christ some seven years back. She’s sure her parents and siblings all did. She wouldn’t know however, because she grew up seeing them; and joining them move every Sunday morning to the place of worship. It was a beautiful hall; with beautiful paintings of winged persons and objects on the walls right up to the ceilings. At age 7, Lisa knew those who did that must have really been blest. If indeed the angels were like that, then they surely have seen he who is the father of all the angels, God.
At age 15, it was the routine; no longer that which rejoiced the spirit, oh sorry, body, I mean, but that which bored the soul. A boring soul needs distraction. Michael set in. A fine young man; willing and stealing. He was the perfect figure of the fallen one. Harsh, yes, but “he looks like an angel”, Lisa would often think. Like. Just ‘like’.
Yes, he did look like one, was named after one; yet wasn’t close to any. One thing he was close to was to Lisa’s heart. He wasn’t just close to, he was in it. Or rather, hers was in his. She was sold out. At age 23, Lisa and her angel would tie the knot; yes the not. Actually, it was a “not” to everything that was for her. To studies, I can ‘not’; to duties, I would ‘not’; to life, I am ‘not’.
Slowly but surely, to the place of worship, I will ‘not’. But then she did with angel Michael at home. But, mercy was still around, dropping in in time. Once she knocked whilst with Father Moses. “What the heavens does this old father want with me again?” Well, he wanted nothing with her, only, Mercy did. And Mercy won.
That’s what Father Moses was trying to tell Lisa. But seems her heart’s been hardened like that of Pharaoh. I wonder whether he got a staff to bring about the plagues. Well, maybe he can; if he wills.
Off she went to Babalawo’s. Sooner had she returned than she knocked on Father Moses’ door. “Michael has to go on a journey for three days for my baby to live. Please help me pray, pray that he would be safe, pray for everything to work on well. Please pray Father, Father, please pray”.
Before he could separate his lips to utter a word, she was on her feet. Off to the house, she neither ate nor drank for a whole day. Brave for young Liza, heavy with child. On her knees she went, praying for Yahweh to intervene in Michael’s journey to Babalawo’s hometown for the safety of the baby in her womb. Like seriously?
Mercy said “No, I’m not letting Liza go”. Father Moses on his knees too would plead, plead for Liza, plead for Michael, plead for the baby; even plead for himself. The heaven did he get there? Who’s kidding who?
2 Kings 17:41 So while these nations feared the LORD, they also served their idols; their children likewise and their grandchildren, as their fathers did, so they do to this day.
Hosea 10:2 Their heart is faithless; Now they must bear their guilt The LORD will break down their altars And destroy their sacred pillars.