Holy Water, Where thou art?

Posted on November 6, 2011 Updated on November 6, 2011

Today is the first sunday of November, and in my church, we share Holy Communion every first Sunday. Ofcourse, and quite understandably, the body of Christ is represented by bread and u guessed right, the Blood, by Juice! Yes. Fresh juice diluted to taste…in a 30-40ml personal drinking mini tumbler.

Its a time to reflect, on what Christ did for us on the cross, when he gave his life. So it serves perfectly to remind me of that foundational truth in christianity. Am sounding a bit like a pastor huh, but follow me for a bit…

FFWD to early evening, as i drive my family back from a visitation afternoon, i drive past this church in Kampala, Mulago, where multitudes of Jesus’ (through the Prophet Kakande) followers carry with them water. Yes, only this time, its in the greatest multiplier possible – tens of litres, in small jerrycans.

You name it, old and young, all sorts of women and men, right there before my eyes – with yellow, green and white jerrycans. This is a different kind of water, because folklore has it that it is healing water. I must admit, i have never visited the church, so i have, at best, a wall fly’s vantage point. But its strongly rumoured, that this water will bring about all sorts of miracles in the life of its owner.

Am sure God uses all sorts of people – the all-mighty wife-snatching murderer, and King David, descended from a Prostitute! Moses a stummering murderer, Jacob a birth-rite thief and liar, Joshua – outright crazy, to try to fight with God, and you…, yeah you!

When it comes to the things God uses, there has always been contention here – for Moses, the light bulb was a burning bush that never got consumed. For Noah, it was a ship like never before, for Moses, it was a slithery stick and for the disciples of the early church, Peter’s shadow was suffice to cause healing. My Pastor even insists, God will use my money well, and wont reward me for it, if my heart aint right.

Infact my house-help, with islamic background tells me, if she went thru a fast, and prayed 5 times a day, all her sins would be wiped away – just like that!

Question is, would you carry water to a man of God so that he can pray for the water, and the water becomes used of God? Would you? 

I have probably not painted the context fully, but there is quite some “Church Politics” amongst Pentecostal churches in Uganda, 3 prominent ones involved in an on-going court case, one other(subject of the church in text) accused of demonic powers (again, un-confirmed reports), a dusted case of an “electrifying” pastor, and a female one who once had a husband issue – to cut the story short, its near devilish irony to be a pastor in Kampala.

So while you decide on the water, for as long as you live in Kampala, your Pastor is also somethin that people will scrutinize – afterall, we will easily know if your pastor prefers water, long overnight prayers, media publicity like a personalized plate on a (was it donated?) HUMMER, or class and swag in form of jeans on a Sunday!

I pondered about the water used to dilute the juice i had today, wondering if it was holy “enough” – b’coz when i saw tens of litres being carried home, i nearly begged to have some sprinkled on my metal-ochestrating car… perhaps it would be healed.