Detained By The Grave

Psalm 30:3 says, “O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive that I should not go down to the pit.” In Psalm 49: 14 - 15, the Bible says, “Like sheep they are laid in the grave; death shall feed on them; and the upright shall have dominion over them in the morning; and their beauty shall consume in the grave from their dwelling. But God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave: for he shall receive me.”

At the MFM, we pray a lot of prayer points. Some of these prayer points may sound strange to some people. But for those who understand the war going on in the spirit, they are familiar items. For example at MFM, we pray a lot about buried virtues. On three occasions, people have brought pots to me. The first person was a small girl several years ago. She was about 13 years old. Her daddy was having problems and I think he prayed very well. One day, she came with a pot wrapped inside a black nylon bag and insisted that I was the only person she would show the contents of the pot. She opened it and the first thing she said was, “Daddy is a dead handsome man.” I said, “I don’t understand what you mean by that. What is inside the pot?” I looked into it and saw three items: some hair strands, a piece of clothing that seemed to have been cut from a shirt and some fingernails. I asked her where the items came from and she said they were all from her daddy. She said, “Let me tell you what these things stand for. The hair is his glory, which we have buried. The piece of cloth, which was cut from his shirt, was used to introduce shame into his life because spiritually, when somebody removes your cloth, he is putting you to shame. The fingernails represent whatever he does with his hands. So, daddy is a dead handsome man. But if he will repent of the sin of anger and pray well, then he can be delivered.” I said, “What if we burn the pot now?” She said, “Yes, you can burn the pot now, but we can always find another pot.” At this juncture, I think you should pray like this: “Every satanic pot prepared against me, crumble in the name of Jesus.”

Beloved, these are practical things. A time will come when believers will only go to fellow believers to make their hair. People will get wise. Believers will no longer enter salons with names such as ‘Mermaid.’ They will look at the fingernails of hairdressers before they patronize them. Now, you see believers putting down their anointed head for demonic hairdressers because they must dress their hair even if it means their destruction.

The second pot was brought by three girls from one of the universities. When I asked them what was inside the pot, they laughed and said, “Man of God, it will be very awkward if we tell you the name, but you will understand.” I looked inside and found a white substance. I asked them what it was and they said, “Male seed,” i.e. sperm. I asked them how they got it and they said, “We collected it from some boys in our school and we have dealt with all of them.” I said, “But what have they done?” They said, “They jilted us. They were our boyfriends but they did not know that the three of us are powerful. They took us for granted so, we dealt with them.” I asked them what had become of those boys and they said two of them were dead and one was mad. I asked them what they wanted to do and they said, “We want to give our lives to Jesus. We are repenting.” This is the mystery of the gospel. Jesus will accept them and the one that was mad might still remain mad even after they have repented. This is why you and I must know that the best system of defense is to attack. If you are put in the boxing ring and told to fight, and you begin to say to your opponent, “Before we start, don’t touch my head, don’t touch my nose,” he would not listen to you because the fight has been declared. Our fight with the enemy has already been declared in the book of Genesis: “I would put enmity between you and the woman and between your seed and her seed” (Genesis 3: 15). Those girls gave their lives to Jesus, but meanwhile, two foolish boys were dead and one was mad.

The third time somebody brought a pot to me, it contained blood. “Where did this come from?” I asked him. He said, “I took it from some people.” I said, “But why?” He said, “Because I want to finish them.”