It turned out I was not the only cobbler in town I had to jostle with the others to get the attention of customers. The plan was simple: mend shoes, glue the soles battered by the rough terrain of the hills, and shine sandals soiled by the dirt paths winding up the hill. I was an itinerant cobbler waiting at the foot of the mountain for customers. My first encounter with her was after the Very Holy Church of Our Perfect Mother had come to be. I was nothing before I met God’s Holy Spirit. That was how the Very Holy Church of Our Perfect Mother was born on the Hill of Wonders. They replaced the shed with cinder blocks. They collected enough money for a makeshift shed, a place of worship. Soon the hill was filled with miracle seekers. The mountains of dire situations crumbled at the breath of her nostrils. The serpent shriveled and dried up after touching her. A python slithered over her body while she was praying, recumbent. The place was not called the Hill of Wonders when she first got there but was a rocky hill crawling with scorpions and snakes. The sole creator of the sky and the earth, raised by the herdsman for seven days and seven nights, she walked twenty miles barefoot to the Hill of Wonders. A Fulani herdsman found her in the wilderness. We called her Parfaite God’s Holy Spirit fell from the sky. are of God:because many false prophets are gone out into the world. Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they
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