🙏🏽🇦🇴😭😓💔 Pastor, pray for me, I am very sick.
I have severe Hepatitis B, a urinary infection, gastritis, and typhoid. I am a young Angolan 🇦🇴. My name is Miguel Freitas Aurélio, and I am 24 years old. I live in Huambo Province, Caála Municipality, Angola.
I am writing with tears, Pastor. My whole family—my aunts, cousins, and sisters—look at me with fear of death!
What a life!
We are all afraid and begging that after such a long bitter life, God may at least bless us.
As for me, I cannot find comfort in counsel, in sermons, or in worship songs. I cry day and night, asking God to calm my heart in some way I no longer know!
Pain and despair—not only am I sick along with my family, but my faith is also sick!
We all need God! May God have mercy on us! Pray for us, Pastor!
Pastor, I will tell you the reason for the bitterness in my soul. My mother has eight children, and I am the fifth. The first daughter was diagnosed with HIV, the second as well, the third with pneumonia and some time ago underwent surgery for breast cancer; the fourth had a tormenting spirit— we prayed and it left, but today she lives a life of wrongdoing for money, disrespected our mother, and abandoned us. I am the fifth, and it seems that death has followed me since childhood, and because I grew up sinning in several sexual immoralities (doing things with animals and with other men), even when I turned 15 this was always one of my biggest struggles in the faith, to the point that I almost ended up violating a niece. As a Christian, my greatest battles were always my explosive anger and sexual immorality. Everything my father ever gave me, after that childhood affection ended, was only curses during my adolescence—things like: “You will never amount to anything in life.” Today he has already passed away, and it seems that no matter how much I prayed, changed, and tried, I was never able to keep a job, not even as a taxi conductor, caleluya, or as a cybercafé technician.
The only one healthy right now in my house is the sixth child, he comes after me; he got someone pregnant young and is working as a conductor in Benguela. But this time I cried a lot when he visited me and told me he is practically alone and just wandering there so he won’t lack food, and sometimes, to help a little here at home.
The girl after him complains of sickness; the youngest as well, with chest pain and recently with bladder pain even though she doesn’t menstruate.
Our father raised us in the exact same yard as his first wife, and because of that, we grew up—from the age of 5 until my current 24—watching our mother being insulted and beaten by the rival woman and her daughters, even when sometimes she was pregnant. It wasn’t long before, since our father was a soldier, he told our mother to dig up weapons he had buried in the yard while he was away. My mother was caught by one of the aunts, accused of witchcraft, and they separated us from her. From then on we were despised in the neighborhood, and even though our father explained, they still took our mother to several traditional healers until she was proven innocent, and this lasted throughout most of our childhood.
Now, as I can no longer do anything because of these illnesses (severe Hepatitis B, infections, gastritis, and typhoid), I keep thinking about how we never had a normal life until now, and I ask myself: Are we children of a curse? Did God write our lives like this? Or is this all the result of our sin, because I was born in a family of iniquity and also lived in some of that myself?
Does God still change stories?
Does God forgive my family and can He heal us?
I pray crying day and night, and I never hear anything from God, and so sometimes I ask for death, because this agony has been breaking me day and night without rest.
May God have mercy on us. We are a family of sinners, Pastor. Pray for us!
It hurts me so much to see my mother taking care of me while she is also sick and 90% of my siblings as well. Can God save and deliver a family like mine? Pray for me and for my house, Pastor!
Sometimes I pray saying: “Lord, my body has served sin and the devil for so long, but if You want, forgive me, purify me, and heal me, and I will never again dedicate myself to anything except preaching Your word, healing the sick, raising the lame, and resurrecting the dead.” But even this the Lord has not answered.
Woe to me and my house! We are sinners, and God does not answer us, no matter how much my mother and I pray.
For Pastor Crhis Oyhakilome. Please, helpe me and my family man of God. Please!🙏😭💔😓🇦🇴
