In the middle of last year, I had the opportunity to meet Archbishop Bwambale Moday Wilson, leader of one of the largest gospel denominations in Africa, the Agape Church, with more than 8 thousand Churches distributed throughout the continent and thousands of pastors, bishops and archbishops under its cover. This man, so important and influential in his lands, crossed the Atlantic Ocean and arrived at Santa Maria with the main objective of asking me for fatherhood. I remember that he insisted on asking me if I really understood the meaning of this cover he was asking me: “I want you to be my father and everything you say I will do, I will obey, and I will not do anything without consulting you first “.
As soon as I anointed him, in a blessed service in the House of Prayer at Faxinal do Soturno, Bwambale asked me to adopt Africa as well. This frightening idea has become too grandiose for me. Being a father of a person is already a lot of responsibility, imagine assuming and adopting a continent the size of Africa, with so many needs, problems and even more, so far. But God was guiding me and directed me to accept. The Lord reminded me that during my 30 years of ministry, the Holy Spirit has generated children within me. I have prayed for spiritual children, prophet children, under the same anointing that is upon my ministry. Thus, we begin a family-child relationship, even if at first distance. Paternity according to the Brazilian customs, until that moment my vision of paternity was summed up to the Brazilian customs. Here, being a father is being a provider. Offer everything you can financially, without expecting anything in return. If it is necessary to give their own lives for their children, without their having to correspond, thank or acknowledge, it is after all an obligation. Another way to understand paternity in Brazil is through coverage. The people ask for the accompaniment of some leader and this happens to be his spiritual father. But suddenly, the time considered “God’s time” arrives, and that person sees himself in the right to break the alliance, to change cover, that is, to change his father. This shows how much a “father” is dishonored, considered only a diving board to reach a position and then is disposable.
Paternity according to African customs: As the months went by, in contact with my newest spiritual child though the internet, I learned a different way of being a father and especially a son. But I could only deeply understand the sense of paternity when arriving in Africa, more precisely the day before returning to Brazil. I had spent almost 30 days outside my country, visiting day care centers, orphanages, participating in conferences, publicizing Project Daniel and my passage was already marked. On hearing of my departure, the Archbishop in tears said he thought I would stay in time to celebrate his birthday (which would happen the next day). I could not understand his sadness because my Brazilian mind conceived the anniversary date, with something important, but it is still an annual event, and we could have other opportunities in the future. But for that man, who with the African mind understands the true meaning of fatherhood, that celebration would be unique. First because he never had a birthday party. Secondly, his biological father had abandoned him when he was only 4 years old and according to African customs the orphanage is a disgrace. Even though he is the father of a great gospel denomination, the Agape Church, with thousands of pastors, bishops and archbishops on its cover, it is still dishonorable to be an orphan. Thanks to the paternity assumed in Brazil, the dishonor was withdrawn. “Here, when the son grows up and has conditions, he buys a beautiful outfit for his father, and presents it to society. I wanted to realize this dream on my first birthday party, “the Archbishop explained. I was very touched by that symbolic attitude. With this gesture, he wanted to show society that through that father he received joy, honor and cover in the broadest sense of the word. It’s usually the father who wears the child.
Elijah left his cloak for Elisha (2 Kings 2:13). But I learned in Africa that the son also gives clothes to the father, as gift is a form of gratitude and honor. But what I found most interesting was seeing the need for the African orphan to simply have a father. After Bwambale introduced his new father to society his authority and credibility, admiration and respect grew before society. So Bwambale wanted to give me a new outfit and go to his birthday party with me, in the presence of his guests, and it was. The paternity anointing was a beautiful and long party that invaded the dawn and continued the next day. Even without understanding his language, he could translate the glow of pride that leaped from his eyes, as if to say: “I have a father, I am not an orphan, I am not helpless, I have someone who authenticates my projects and fights for me.” On the second day of the celebration, the Archbishop gathered the leaders of all the Agape Churches of the continent and before them, presented me with a characteristic African clothing, a long, princely dress with a priestly stole, staff and ring and diploma. They clothed me, put the ring on my finger, gave me the staff and anointed me before the leaders. After the anointing, they bowed around me and asked me to bless them. I immediately remembered Joseph, who in a dream saw his brethren bowing before him (Genesis 37:9).
I also remembered the vision that the Lord gave me, showing me that I would be the father of apostles, leaders of nations. Only later did I better understand what happened. That anointing made me the father of all the bishops and archbishops of the Agape Church, whence I am now graduated as a perpetual patriarch, having the highest authority over the Church, pastors, bishops and archbishops, including the greater leader who is Archbishop Bwambale himself. I was amazed to understand that my son Bwambale and the Archbishops of the Agape Church gave me such honor and authority. I also received a second degree, declaring myself as the Father of this generation in Africa. I confess that it took me a few minutes trying to understand what they expected of me at that moment. In my intimate, I still resisted that honor, but when they anointed me I understood that it was the Lord who was distinguishing me at that moment fulfilling a promise that He made to me in the beginning of my ministry. Genesis 17:5 You shall no longer be called Abram, but Abraham shall be your name; for I have made thee a father of many nations; – Then I decided to accept and say: I want to transmit, all honor and all glory to God the Father almighty, because only He’s worthy of this merit. I also want to say that I do not deserve all this, but I thank and submit to the will of the Father. In the Name of Jesus I receive each of you as beloved children of the heart. And as a parent, the first thing I want to do is to bless all my children in Jesus’ Name. From the greatest to the smallest child in Africa I bless you in Jesus’ Name. And all the people rejoiced exceedingly. All this ceremony took place in a place called NAKAWA where the governor, and mayor present there are Muslims.
Later, talking to the Archbishop, I understood better what they expected from me. From the archbishops to the least of the orphans in that place they looked forward to the acceptance of each of them as their children, just as I accepted the Bwambale. Their joy is because they could say on that day “we have a father”. It was extremely shocking to me that a simple father in Brazil, who does not have much importance, could become so important, for so many people in Africa. The need for a father in Africa is so great that they are willing to honor, experience and celebrate even a Brazilian father. This was one of the most remarkable experiences I experienced in Africa, before my departure, which brought me a great weight of responsibility. Something that now leads me to have to study more on this subject, so that I can meet the expectations of so many orphans and my new African children.
God bless us!