THE FARMER 2

Is there hope for a tree if it be cut down? Yea, At the scent of water it shall bud and sprout forth

The pressing question in Vincent's heart was where to find this water. If he followed 15 global men of God and still missed what he should learn, he wasn't sure of what technology could afford him the needed help 

"Oh God, I know this is a second chance you've given me yet I'm not sure how to find my way. Should I really go on with my life without listening to any man of God?" He cried as he held his bible close to his chest

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It's been about 2hrs since service dismissed yet he was meeting with a few young men. He does this every Sunday after service and today wasn't an exception. He seemed to enjoy this his company. Or does he just abhor rest on the Sabbath day?
Who's he?
The bass guitarist

As he dropped his seat and made his way to his Toyota Camry, Vincent, who had been waiting for him, hurried to meet him. He didn't know why he had waited that long but he felt a hunch in his spirit to wait still.

As he approached him, his heart became heavier with each step. He managed to get close enough before he slumped into his arms. Dr. Sam couldn't place why the fireful, capital lettered tongue-talking Vincent was here. Before he could say anything, Vincent whispered,"I'm dying. I'm tired of running in circles. I don't know why I'm coming to you but I believe you might know someone who can help me"

"What's the problem?" Dr. Sam replied

"Do you still have some time to spare?" Vincent said
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It's been 3months since Vincent was admitted into the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) of God's grace under the watch of Dr. Sam. 
Truly if anyone had told him that a mere bass guitarist who seem to only be vocal when it comes to medical matters was this deep in the knowledge of God, he won't believe it.

How come he doesn't assume any significant position in church?
How come he is just satisfied with ministering to just a few youths?
How come he has never corrected him all these while since he knew better?
How come he.....?(the list will go on and on)

Nameless men!
Faceless men!
Unassuming men!
I mean, he had known Dr Sam for about 8yrs yet he has never seen him in this light.
These treasures are truly in earthen vessels such that if you fix your gaze on the vessel, you'll miss out on the treasure 
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"Bro, you know if I'd met you earlier I wouldn't be where I am now. I would also have been doing great things for God. See all the people I started out before they even gave their lives to Christ..." Vincent said to Dr Sam as they locked the church door and made way towards his car

"That's the problem" Dr Sam said smiling

He looked at Vincent and continued almost immediately:
"Part of why you're feeling very bad is because you're comparing yourself with others and the Bible says that they that compare themselves are not wise"

"You see, part of the things that delayed your progress in God these years was this same mindset. You followed those men of God just to replicate their works. You didn't pay attention to being transformed inwardly first"

He stopped for a while as if to let Vincent digest that bolus before he started again

"You were just interested in replicating yourself to become like everyone who seemed to have results. But No! In this kingdom IT IS TRANSFORMATION and not CLONING. You have your own journey in the spirit, these men should only inspire you but Jesus is the ONLY image you should press to be transformed into. And Jesus transforms inside-out and not the other way round. You don't FAKE it till you MAKE it, you BECOME it and then it shows..."

Vincent was lost in thought already. He couldn't bear those words. His face turned pale and tears began to drop down his cheeks.

All his life, he had always dreamt of becoming like Apostle Philip David. He fasted, prayed, sowed seeds and received impartations just to become like this man. He followed other men of God just to fulfill righteousness. He was a voracious consumer of any material released by Apostle Philip.
To him, this is the definition of a man in Christ. A man of power! A man fulfilling destiny!

Just then, two questions crystalized in his heart immediately:
WHAT IF I WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE LIKE THIS MAN?
WHAT IS THE DEFINITION OF MINISTRY IN GOD'S EYES?
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Sandra writes:
But who determines who we should become?
Is it not the One who foreknew and ordained us?
What spurs us in this voyage? Results? Or that we love Him?
Whose image does the coin of our heart bear? God's? Or our hallowed man of God?
The idolater is the one who is beholding anything else but Jesus 
My desire is to grow into Him who is the Head
Help me Lord
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(...to be continued)

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