Revival Night #4
Well, tonight was the night. Maybe I should say last night because it is Saturday morning. I go tin at like 2:43 or something from church.Evg. MaCulvie preached like he had lost his mind. He prayed for everyone in the church, including me. Why did he have me on the floor crying like a baby?
It is about to get personal…
Evg. MaCulvie told me that I was still holding a grudge against my father for something that he had done a long time ago and that I could not get where God wants me to go unless I forgive my father and allow God to heal me of my hurt. I laid on the floor crying forever, I cannot really remember how long I was down there.
History…
When I was seven, I saw my father for the first time, by accident. My mother had a picture of him in her closet. She always told me who he was, but never said why he was not in my life. I saw my father in a mall one day while walking with one of my aunts. She said, “I cannot believe this. There goes your no count daddy.” I broke away from her and ran over to him and this girl he was with. I got a rude awakening after I called him Daddy. He looked at me and said, “Nigga, I ain’t your daddy. I told your ignant mama to have an abortion because I didn’t want no kids, no get out of my face you little bast…”
I cried for days after that. I have hated my father every since. I really get jealous when I see other guys with their fathers.
After the service, Evg. MaCulvie talked to me about my hatred of my father. I was mad at him at first because he had told all those people my business. Evg. MaCulvie looked a t me and said, “Do not be mad at me. Be mad at God. He is the One who revealed your story to me. I just did what He told me to do.” I fell into his arms and went to crying again. I have never been hugged by a man like that before. For a few minutes, it felt like Evg. MaCulvie was my father.
After I got through crying, Evg. MaCulvie and his friends let me go out to eat with them. I didn’t want to, but Evg. MaCulvie talked me into it.
I am not the same after tonight. I can’t say that there is no more hatred in my heart for my father, but it isn’t as bad as it was before tonight.
M.B. Vick
posted by Me @ 3:27 AM
