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And God Spoke to my Son...

Writer's picture: Sista MercieSista Mercie
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth Psalm 127:4 (King James Bible)

One night in October 2017, God spoke to my second son in the back seat of my SUV, on our way back from choir rehearsals.


He was 6 at the time; strong-willed - the kind you may call stubborn (by the way, I have never called him that, not even in reference). He loved to have his way most of the time and would often attempt to bully his elder brother but Oh! He loved the Lord! From his toddler years he would call himself a Pastor and would always dress that way too. You could always spot him fully suited up even when he was at home and going nowhere. He would pray aloud in tongues and tell anyone who cared to listen that he was a Pastor…. 


Shortly after he was born, his big brother met him for the first time. Without saying a word, his brother got a bottle of olive oil from my dressing table, opened it, poured some into his palm and rubbed it on his baby brother’s hair. I asked no questions, I just watched and helped him when he tried to open the bottle and pour the oil into his palm. After he rubbed the oil on his brother’s head, he just sat beside me, gazing at the baby in my arms – his brand new brother.  So I asked, “Why did you do that?” he simply did not know why…. He was barely 2 at the time… But as their mother, in my spirit I knew he was led of God and like my mother would say afterward, he was anointing his brother without even knowing it.


So on that night in October on our way home; my second son had been very naughty. There were a few chorister-friends in the car who had joined me in the ride back, alighting one after the other at their respective drops-off and one or two of them had cautioned him. After most of my passengers alighted, leaving only him and one other friend on the third row seat of the car, this son of mine suddenly fell silent. I checked him via my rear view mirror after a while and saw him kneeling on the seat, his head down on the headrest of the car seat, his back towards me. I asked him to sit down because the car was still in motion and he quietly replied that he was praying. I said he could still seat while praying then he said he preferred to kneel. I cautioned that he could fall, he said, ‘No I won’t’ and explained that that part of the car did not have much room so even if he fell he would fall on the seat anyway. I observed that he was speaking very calmly which was unusual and at that point, I felt the Spirit of God asking me to let him be. I did, occasionally glancing at the mirror to check on him.


About ten minutes later just after the last person dropped off, he turned to his brother who was in the second row seat and said “Do you know what He said to me?” “What?”, his brother inquired. “He said if we continue fighting like this we would go to hell.” At that point, I assumed he was referring to my friend, who had just dropped off.   “He also said everyone in our house should be pastors”, he continued. That made me ask who he was referring to. “God.” I was obviously not ready for his reply. “God? I thought you were talking about Uncle Kim.” “No!” “You heard God?” “Yes Mummy.” “How do you know it was God” “I heard him!”, He shrieked. His brother started laughing… “I heard him!” he loudly insisted, almost getting hysterical, repeating what God had told him as he knelt in the back seat… “I believe you Mish” I cut in and hushed his big brother who was still laughing in disbelief.  


At my affirmation, he calmed down... I could feel God’s presence in my car, he was telling the truth…. Then he went back on his knees, cupped his face in his hands, head bowed. This time leaning on the back of the seat in front of him… “Mama, He just spoke to me again… He said I must stop disobeying my elders.” He was as calm as ever… I felt God in the car as he spoke. He buried his face in his hands again and after a few minutes raised it up again and said “He said I should not be rude to my big brother and that I should not do bad things.”

By this time, I was very sure it was God speaking to him for those were words and instructions he never liked to hear. He was very quiet. I asked him if he was willing to do all God had spoken to him about and he responded in the affirmative.

Then he went back on his knees, still in the third row seat of my SUV, alone and quiet, until we got home. When we arrived, because I did not want to break his uncommon communion with his Creator, I stayed in the car, engine still running, till he was ready…. “Mummy I want to sleep in the car” “Why” “So that I can be quiet.” (Mind you, his middle name is boisterous). “You can be quiet anywhere you are… if you make up your mind to” I assured him. He slowly stepped out of the car then hurried inside to tell his father about his encounter with God.


He has not become an angel yet, he still troubles his brother once in a while even though they are best of friends, he still struggles with obedience, he still prefers to have his own way most of the time… but he still loves the Lord dearly, he still prays in tongues (and in his understanding)… I know that that experience in the back seat of my car set him off on a tangent towards a life that would please the Lord and probably also towards his own prophecy of being a pastor when he grows up.


My duty is to guide him and to be as sensitive as ever to the leading of the Holy Spirit in my dealings with him.


So help me God. Amen.


Sista Mercie


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