Enkindle

           Bishop  Ansah was up on his feet, prancing around frantically—he was having a nervous breakdown. His fist would clench and unclench, then he'd grind his teeth!           He roared at the four, "Will you people stop crying and tell me what the heck is going on?"           Pastor Edwin, shivering, finally offered to recount the story. He began by pleading with the bishop to forgive them. He obliged.           "So, Daddy, it's like this. Last year, the four of us sat down at my house to watch an American movie. Two dissatisfied couples decided to spice up their marriages by dating each other's partners for a period in the film."        The others sat in their seats uncomfortably, biting their nails as they listened. At this point, the bishop remained unimpressed. Edwin went on.           "The goal...

            Bishop Ansah walked with his hands behind his back the entire length and breadth of the vast auditorium. He has been doing this for the past two hours in the chapel with a capacity of 6,000! Oblivious to his surroundings, he was immersed in deep thought.  “Dear Lord, what sort of trouble is this?” he soliloquized.            He was carrying a tremendous burden. He had wanted to come to the chapel to pray and beseech the Lord for mercy. However, he had spent the entire time prance-walking throughout the entire auditorium.  “But thou O Lord are a shield about me. My glory, and the lifter of my head!” He prayed. “And whatever time I am afraid, I will trust in thee”, he continued in his supplications. “You have asked that I should come before your throne of grace to obtain mercy and grace in time of need. Lord, I am before your throne. Show thyself strong. Deliver me from all my troubles!”  ...