Dial - Season 2 - Episode 80

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Dial - Season 2 - Episode 80

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I frowned slightly and looked at the Holy Man.
“In a way, I understand why you had to do the things you did,” I said softly. “But I still wonder why you had to do it the way you did it. I have gone through physical and emotional trauma, and lived through the hardest of situations. Couldn’t you just have come to me and told me you were a man of God? Couldn’t you just have preached to me like normal men of God do? Did you have to do this to me?”

He gave me the full blast of his gaze.
“I win souls for God, my son,” he said quietly. “And I don’t win ordinary souls, no. I go after hardened hearts, and there was only one proven route that had worked for me, and I followed the procedure I use all the time. I have been able to turn many evil-hearted men like the former Okomfo Basabasa to God. So I used what had proved right all these years. Secondly, coming to you as a man of God to preach to you would’ve backfired miserably.”
“Why?” I asked numbly.

“You were an arrogant, rude and uncouth young man, Yao,” he said calmly, as if explaining a thorny issue to a child. “You had no place for God in your life. Foolishly, you believed in your wealth. The only way to make you realize your folly was to take you out of your comfort zone, and make you face the reality that your money wouldn’t help you when your life depended on it. And indeed, your life depended on it.”

“My life depended on what, if I may ask?” I asked, very puzzled.

He sighed and again looked at me.

“When I realized you were the son of the man that helped my family a long time ago, and I prayed for you,” he said softly. “That was even before I came to your office with the policeman for the very first time, Yao. I saw you in a vision, and the spirit of death was upon your soul.”

My body went numb as I stared at him, and suddenly my breathing was shallow. He was not joking now; I saw the seriousness in his eyes and on his face, and deep within those dark eyes I saw something approaching deep sorrow.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute!” I said numbly. “The spirit of death was upon me? What do you mean by that?”
He sighed and put a kind hand on my shoulder.
“God has gifted me with special abilities, my son, and I see things in the spiritual realm,” he said quietly. “I’m a Seer, and yes, there’s the spirit of death on you, because your sinful life has been displeasing to God, and the wages of your sin is death.”
I shuddered with fear.