Less than
twenty four hours that my daughter had her prom (this explains why I couldn’t go,
in spite of the emergent summer high fares), I had the privilege of a similar
event. Well, sort of. Hers was a secular event on the British school calendar –
after Year Eleven and completion of secondary school education.
Mine was a
graduation of sorts, though not called by that terminology. Being a spiritual
affair, it was more appropriately called impartation.
It was the
end of six months of part time; though intensive course of lectures, study,
prayers, project work, ministerial attachment and other spiritual exercises in
the SCHOOL OF PRAYER. The day was not all spiritual though; at least I got two
packs of food and drinks, each for me and a guest.
Since I was
well fed, spiritually and otherwise, I am led to prophesy over my friends and
online guests.
By the
mystery of the mantle that parted the River Jordan, powers united as obstacles
on your way to fulfilling destiny shall be divided in utter confusion. Shall I go
further? Your peers shall willingly submit to your leadership and address you
as same. And finally, those waiting to celebrate your helplessness shall turn
around to wait for your instructions.
Have a
blessed day, my friends!
