[True Story..embellished a bit]
When in Church, we learn about the amazing qualities of our Almighty Father in Heaven.
“God is wonderful”
“God is powerful”
“God is beautiful”
“God is merciful”
…oh yeah, ‘merciful’, this is our most preferred quality of the creator because let’s face it, as humans, we don’t actually strive that much to do good so we count on the mercies of our heavenly father to wipe our slates clean over and over. This is more evident whenever we kneel down in our closets to pray or speak to the priests in the confessionals.
As you know, priests have ‘the right’ to forgive, except only recently the pontifical secrecy rules for sex abuse cases was scrapped by the current Pope Francis. Asides that, every other word uttered to a priest remains a secret.
Wondering my emphasis on priests? I grew up to see my village Parish under construction, and thirty years later, it was still under construction despite all the funds raised over the years which is usually left in the care of the village principalities (building committees).
The current priest on arriving the parish acted oblivious to the situation for a while, trying not to meddle into church politics for obvious reasons. Well, that is until he just couldn’t anymore.
He woke up one day to discover that the 100 bags of cement he was personally gifted had been carted away by ‘ghosts’ from the storage only members of the building committee had access to.
He summoned them over the missing bags but they all denied. Going priestly, he asked them to come for confessions but I’m guessing they all said within themselves “Nah priest, we ain’t feeling the holy vibes just yet”. Even after giving a week ultimatum, they probably thought “nothing will happen, God is merciful. We are safe”
A week later, my dear Rev’d father stepped out of his cassock and wore a jean and polo. He went across the road from the parish premises to “Oñû Modo ômadû” (the village shrine, whose priest ironically is dead) and laid a deadly and fast-acting curse on them there.
The bushes have ears. People heard it. They told their neighbours, and their neighbours told the culprits. “Father!!! Father… Father where are you? Father I have sinned, please father forgive me”, one of the culprits came pleading with the priest.
The priest smiled. Prayed for him, and he lived. A week later, the other three died in different mysterious circumstances.
Now the Question… Why do we fear other deities and take the Almighty for granted?
Note: Onu Odo means ‘the masquerade’s abode’
Omadu- is the village, in the town known as EBE.( Ebe is a town in UDI LGA, of Enugu State)