My boyfriend's friend, (let's call him Peter, shall we) told us he was swimming in the complex pool with his girlfriend in the evening. Suddenly, a group of people appeared and told them to vacate the pool area because they needed to proceed with their cult meeting. Peter immediately did as he was told. He said the meetings occurred quite regularly and that he personally knew some of the members, as they are students at the nearby Uni. He then continued to say that one of them had actually showed up at my party.
Alright. *takes deep breath* everyone else seemed pretty calm when they heard this. I recall hearing a few chuckles as well. Can we please just take a step back here... OCCULT MEETINGS!!... BY THE POOL AREA!!... IN THE COMPLEX!!!
Am I the only one who finds this incredibly scary? I mean, even though I have a West African boyfriend, he's told me these stories a number of times, but, now it's actually hit home. Literally. It's happening right at the place where I take my afternoon Sunday dips.
This has come to a point where people no longer need to hide it. Or maybe I had been misinformed. I always thought things like that were done in secret, and that the members are sworn to secrecy, and wear masks when they have their meetings. Oh! and that the meetings would be in a more discreet place maybe?? I guess that's the movie version.
I often ask my boyfriend why West Africans are so spiritual. They are either Christians, or they perform some sort of rituals. He says, if you're a lukewarm Christian- you will probably be killed off. You have to decide what you are, and practice it to the core.
As someone who grew up attending a Methodist Church, I would say, I was never really taught about these things, nor was I equipped with the knowledge of how to deal with it. I think that's why it scares me so much. I literally had to take a moment to pray and ask for protection. My neighbor could literally be a member of these things....
We really have to equip ourselves with spiritual weapons. Ignorance is not an excuse, and the enemy clearly doesn't rest. It's so easy to just ignore these things and pretend they don't exist, but it became clear to me last night, that I need to make a stand, and stop being an "I-pray-on-Sundays" Christian.
