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The Blessing or The Blesser - a short story by A.B.King

   Stanley, was a mighty man of God who lived in the city of Port Harcourt. He did great exploits for God, and fame of his works of faith began to grow and spread to the uttermost corners of the earth.
   Stanley soon started healing the sick and performing miracles more than he read the bible for himself to attend to his own spiritual growth. His wife took notice of this so she respectfully confronted him about it.
   Stanley was like, “Say What?” He told her that he was healing the sick and preaching the word at his crusades like never before, so spiritually speaking; he’s on top of his game – his relationship with God and his spiritual life has never been stronger.
   Stanley’s wife told him that signs and wonders in a life of a minister are no sign of spiritual growth. That the way to grow spiritually is to study the word – to increase in the knowledge and revelation of God’s word, which is something he had not been doing of late. 
   She told him that he should remember that Jesus spoke about rejecting some people who would say, “…but didn’t we perform miracles in your name.” Jesus rejecting them based on what he said, wasn’t based on the authenticity or the source of the miracles, he actually insinuated that they didn’t know him. Meaning, all they cared about was healing the sick and performing miracles but they didn’t care about building a relationship with the one who gave them the power to perform the miracles.
   Stanley couldn’t believe his wife. He was like, she must be kiddin’, surely she can’t think his relationship with God and his level of spiritual growth back then when he didn’t have so many signs and wonders at his crusades is actually much better than now that he has them.
   Stanley discarded his wife’s warning and continued neglecting his private bible study time and focused on holding more miracles crusades.
   One year later, when Stanley’s wife was away at a Minister’s Conference on a Mediterranean cruise ship, Stanley fell sick.
   The sickness kept getting worse and worse until he had to be bedridden. Stanley prayed for days but his condition remained the same. It was then it dawned on him that by neglecting his personal bible study time he didn’t have enough word in him to fight through this trying time.
   The absence of the word leds to the absence of faith; because faith cometh by hearing and hearing by the word of God.
   All the while the wife was warning him, he was looking at the miracles he was currently performing not knowing it was a result of the word he had previously received in his personal bible study time. The word was fuelling the faith to perform the miracles but now that there was no word in him – since he hasn’t been channelled into personally receiving the word for a long time, he had no more faith.
   He hadn’t forgotten all that he had read before but the faith wasn’t there because it requires continual feeding on the word.
   Now he could die for neglecting the word.
   However, fortunately for Stanley, his wife heard of his condition and flew back home on her private helicopter. She prayed a prayer of faith over him and he was instantaneously healed.
   Stanley learnt his lesson and never neglected his personal bible study time over again.


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