Last week as I chatted with a dear friend of mine she alerted me that it had been said that she is a devil worshiper. Called and discussed and probably believed by a community she belonged to.
I was startled for a moment and then I asked what could have prompted this label. She wasn’t very sure but she said those that suspected confirmed after they saw her in a picture posing with Bobi Wine.
I laughed so hard I cried. It then dawned on me that if she was a worshipper, I could easily be the devils personal assistant. I own a Bobi Wine Shirt and chant People Power and retweet and repost which my friend the devil worshipper doesn’t do.
After my laugh, it dawned on me that she wasn’t laughing. And it wasn’t because the issue wasn’t hilarious but more because of the betrayal that she felt. The label had come from a space she considered safe, loving, open to mention but a few. She wasn’t laughing because she couldn’t fathom how it was possible that this matter had arisen and grown and even been validated by a picture(this is really hilarious) and yet no one had even reached out to hear her or attempt a deliverance session.
And the more I listened to her, the more I thought about the colorfully creative person who thought about this label on her. I wondered if the person had any idea that words like that destroy. I wondered if they knew that they had crept into our conversation, our prayers to God. We don’t know the person but it felt right to give them up to God. I wonder if that person thought about why some people commit suicide, leave spaces of peace and safety, abandon God because of words spoken.
Thankfully my friend is strong. Thankfully her reliance is on God and I know he has seen her through.
It is me who just needs to pray and hope that I don’t get labelled the devils personal assistant because the ammunition will be more than a picture