The Revived Altar by Elizabeth Feranmi Ayoola

 

Like every other convert, I had my altar of worldliness pulled down at salvation.
Salvation instilled in me a zeal which became a force,
driving me to willingly to go any length to keep the fire on the new altar erected burning.
In no time, I became a slave to fast, as I gave myself to the ministry of the word and prayer.
Gathering of believers?
I never joked with it, just so I could keep the fire burning.
Before, I knew it, the altar was blazing with fire_ real fire.
Finally, I got what I so much desire.
I kept my arms crossed all because I thought that was all.
Unknown to me 

That guilt, and shame that I hid beneath my garment
Had gradually put out the fire.
When I finally became aware, the fire was out, completely.

Then, I recalled moments 

When I struggled to do the spiritual exercises I once do with ease.
Likewise, the call I have been ignoring all these while_
call for submission to the Holy Spirit was brought to my remembrance.

That instance

It dawned on me that sustenance on the altar
can only be possible in submission to the Spirit.
Truly, by strength shall no man prevail.

Without hesitation

I answered the call.
It was not an easy thing to do

nevertheless, it is inevitable.
I was exposed to the purifying fire

Where I began to die to self.
I saw the garment of guilt, and shame being burnt.
While I was clothed with holiness.
The more I was exposed; the better I become.

In a twinkle of an eye, I saw fire again on my altar.
This time, I was not excited

I had learnt my lessons.
Instead, I tarried in His presence.
As I continued in His presence

It began to burn.

Until it was twice as fierce 

Just as it was in the beginning.
At last, the altar was revived.

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