Even though Pastor Elvis Agyeman is leading millions in prayer and intercession, he also needs our prayers now more than ever.
I want to make a heartfelt appeal to the entire Body of Christ, his loved ones, friends, followers, and everyone across the world who has been blessed by his ministry: please lift Pastor Elvis Agyeman up in prayer.
The one who has stood in the gap for countless people also needs people to stand in the gap for him. Let us surround him with prayer, strength, grace, protection, and encouragement.
Let us pray for Pastor Elvis Agyeman. ๐๐ฝ๐ฅ
May God strengthen him, preserve him, renew his spirit, and continue to uphold him in this season.
When a prayer warrior needs prayer, the Body of Christ must answer the call.
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My friend earns 400,000 naira monthly. His girlfriend works at a bank and earns about 150,000 naira.
Earlier this year, she told him she was pregnant. He was happy and ready to marry her. But she said he needed to get a car first as she could not be moving around with a baby under the sun.
He agreed.
She opened an account and told him that was where they would save for the delivery and to get a car. He was dropping 300,000 naira monthly while she dropped 50,000 naira from her salary.
He kept asking her to join him for scans and checkups. She always had an excuse.
Today, he found out she had traveled out of the country for her master's degree.
From my calculations, he had deposited about 1.5 million naira into that account. I thought that was all she took.
Then he told me he had deposited an extra 2 million naira two months ago so they could hit their budget ahead of time.
She cleaned everything.
And the pregnancy? She aborted it in April.
Above all, love God.
I met a British guy at Heathrow Airport who looked like he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life.
His name was Mason.
We happened to be in the same airport lounge. His restlessness was what made me notice him.
He would sit down, stand up, look around, touch his headโฆ
After a while, I forgot about him.
About an hour later, I went to board my flight and noticed the same guy again.
We were on the same flight.
While walking towards the aircraft, he paused a few times. Slowed down a few times. At one point, he looked like someone who had forgotten something important or someone who wasnโt sure he wanted to travel anymore.
We finally boarded.
He was in 4A.
I was in 5B.
So we were sitting pretty close.
Man was still restless... Scratching his head, covering his face with the blanket... Constantly adjusting himself.
I concluded that he had aviophobia just like me.
When we reached cruising altitude, he got up to use the toilet.
On his way back, our eyes clicked.
โYouโre the guy I saw at the lounge earlier, right?โ
I nodded.
We introduced ourselves properly.
I asked what he was going to Doha for and eventually mentioned that I had noticed how restless he had been since Heathrow.
He paused... Then continued
โI woke up one morning and made a decision. Right now, Iโm living that decisionโฆ and Iโm scared I might be making the wrong one.
I have lived in the UK for 35 years and worked in construction.
I clocked 35 last month, and since after my birthday, I have been questioning my purpose.
It feels like I have been living the same life... Same weather, same food, same feeling, and same people.
My friends and family donโt know I am on a plane to Asia to start again. Getting to the airport, I started missing everything and everyone. That is why I am restless.โ
It wasnโt fear of flying.
It was fear of leaving everything familiar behind.
I asked him one question:
โIf you abort this journey now and return home, do you think youโll feel fulfilled?โ
He thought about it.
Then said:
โNo. I think sooner or later, Iโll regret it.โ
I smiled.
โThen free yourselfโฆ and allow your spirit to guide you.โ
From there, our conversation changed.
I told him about the countries I had visited in Asia.
I told him why I enjoyed Thailand.
Why I enjoyed Hong Kong.
Why I enjoyed the Philippines.
The people.
The experiences.
The freedom of discovering a version of yourself that your old environment never had the opportunity to meet.
And while we were talking, I could see and feel his restlessness disappear.
He became excited, curious, and motivated.
We talked about places he should visit, things he should experience, and how to build a social life from scratch.
I shared my address with him in Asia and told him to expect me soon.
I gave him Saheedโs number, my barber, and shared a few other contacts with him that could make his weekends busy and filled with activities.
By the time we landed in Dohaโฆ we had bonded so well.
Doha was my final destination, but Mason had another flight to catch.
His layover was about two hours so I stayed at the airport with him until it was time for him to board.
While we were waiting, he called his parents.
He told them everything.
Where he was.
What he had done.
Where he was going.
They wished him well.
I even spoke to them too.
Eventually, his flight was called and