There was one praise song I never sang when I was little. It was a fast-tempo Twi song that combined feet stomps, emphatic claps and loud voices to launch the ultimate praise attack. I didn’t want any of that. In English, it meant, “I step on the devil, I stomp on the devil. I jump up high, up high, up uuppp high and I stomp on the devil…” That was the repeated over and over again. I disliked it because I felt it was an unprovoked attack on a being that would stay clear of me if I stayed clear of it.
I believed strongly in letting sleeping dogs lie. I didn’t want to look for anyone’s trouble. I just wanted to praise Jesus and get it over with. What did any of that have to do with the devil’s body parts? So in the thick of the praises, I’d just be humming “Bread of heaaavvveen, bread of heaavveen, fill me nooooowwww and eeevverrr mooreeee-oh…” I didn’t want any trouble. I praised prayer warriors and respected them from afar. You, there are choristers, ushers, protocol ministers and all that, you say you don’t like, you want to go and be a prayer warrior, go eh. Only you know how to fight. In my mind, the spiritual life expectancy of anyone too keen on stomping was short. I didn’t want to live on the edge.
In time I realized that God probably allowed me to think that way so we’d have a joke to roll on the floor laughing about later. There is nothing as misinformed as a Christian who thinks he can be ‘peace-loving’ and ‘spiritually co-habit’ with evil. Don’t toch me and I wont toch you.
The fact of the matter.
See, you don’t get on evil’s radar because you sung radical praise songs, you do because of what you carry. Even if you were blind, dumb and mute and you carried a great destiny, there’d still be a plot to probably cripple you too. The hard truth is, we were all born with great great destinies embedded in our DNAs. The bigger your destiny and the closer you are to realizing it, the stronger the ‘annoying’ signal you’re emitting. Nobody is going to waste time destroying a porn star, she’s already on self-destruct mode. It is your dream to be great and affect lives that’s causing itches and ringworms on evil’s skin.
So I got to the point where I had to decide, Read More The 1 Praise Song I Never Sang!