- Ancient Of Days — Paul Nwokocha

He saw his mother, rising from the dead at seven years old. He saw the thousands he had healed—farmers, beggars, prostitutes, thieves. He saw each one walking, talking, breathing because he had given them pieces of his own thread.

The crowd roared.

The Ancient of Days does not give power for free. Someone must pay the rent of time. The breaking point came in Accra, during a crusade so large the police had to close the motorway. Paul Nwokocha - Ancient Of Days

But the camera operator zoomed in on Paul Nwokocha as he stood up, swaying.

And every night, Paul laid hands on them, closed his eyes, and called upon the Ancient of Days. He saw his mother, rising from the dead at seven years old

Overnight. In a single breath.

He could refuse. He could say the Spirit was not moving tonight. He could collect his offering and fly back to his mansion in Lagos and live whatever years he had left. The crowd roared

He told himself it was stress. The burden of ministry. The sleepless nights on planes to Toronto, Johannesburg, Dubai.