I like adventure and when it comes to praying in new churches, new places and meeting new pastors, am more adventurous.
But, sometime back, early this year, this adventure turned disastrous when I took a ride with my young cousin brother called Wilson for prayers at a certain church headed by a certain ‘prophet’ in Ggaba – a few kilometers from Kampala.
A day before, I received this unusual call from Wilson telling me to accompany him for prayers at that church (the call was unusual because praying looked a distant issue to Wilson).
I hurriedly joined the queue, escorted him the next day to the church. On the way to Ggaba, Wilson so much convinced me to believe the prophet that, if I had the opportunity would board the fastest car available so that I don’t miss a single second having only a glimpse at this great prophet.
He was telling me how his prayers on a radio station back in Fort Portal cured so many people of diseases and how his prophesies became real.
Wilson wasn’t sick but wanted a prophecy – he wanted to know what would happen to his life in the next ten years.
It was a Wednesday and prayers were supposed to start at 2:00pm, we reached there 30 minutes before time, expecting to find crowds of people waiting for the prophet.
I think what I expected to find was beyond my wild imaginations because at the end of the day, I found a small church with few people.
At the podium, there was a screen playing Christian music. I enjoyed some hits of pastor Bugembe and Babirye – two popular Christian musicians in town.
It was now time but the prophet wasn’t arriving, after 1 hour, few members of the church choir appeared at the podium, unleashed some few dancing strokes coupled with good music – it was fun.
It was now 4:00pm and the prophet wasn’t arriving, I was increasingly running out of patience.
Realizing, I was impatient, Wilson told me, “Wait a minute, great people are always hard to see but few minutes with them, the harvest is always big!” I wanted to abandon this whole business but felt it bad to disappoint Wilson.
Oh! oh! oh! then this great announcement came in from one of the prophet’s aide, “the prophet has arrived,” Wilson and I were so excited, expecting to see miracles.
But again the prophet’s aide said something strange, “the prophet is behind – in one of the church rooms – whoever, wants to see him, must first get an envelop.”
The first people to meet the prophet had to put in the envelope a whooping UGX 50,000 and UGX 5,000 for the last ones.
It was time for distributing the envelops, as usual, the prophets aides swung into action, people put money in the envelops.
Money was a condition for prayers, although it’s mandatory for good Christians to sacrifice some resources for God’s work but on a voluntary basis then, a question crossed my mind, how on earth can God’s prayer be paid for.
Wilson was the first to get out, very disappointed. I followed him, he kept wondering how the word of God can be demeaned to that level.
Finally, we had to go back home but swore never to go back there, after such a disappointing prayer day.
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