I had prayed long and hard. My heart was heavy with longing, not for riches or fame, but for the means to do God’s work. I wanted resources to bless others, to serve faithfully, to walk in the calling I believed had been placed upon me. Each night I whispered the same prayer: “Lord, open a way for me. Provide what I need to do Your work.”
Then one morning, as the sun broke through my window, the phone rang. The voice on the other end spoke of opportunity. It was business, he said, simple, profitable, almost too good to ignore. “Five hundred cedis for a unit for one hundred and fifty units,” he explained, his tone smooth, persuasive. My heart leapt. Could this be the answer to my prayer? Could this be the door God had opened?
At first, everything seemed perfect. The plan was neat, the numbers enticing. But then came the meeting. I was introduced to the man behind the promise, a foreigner, a “white man,” as they said. He carried himself with confidence, but something about him unsettled me. His words were polished, but his eyes darted nervously.
I asked a simple question: “Where do you know me from?”
He fumbled. His tongue stumbled over half-formed sentences. The mask slipped. In that moment, I realised: this was not divine provision, but human deception.
Still, the game continued. Money was mentioned. I was asked to send funds, to commit myself to the plan. Calmly, I replied, “I do not have it. You should send it instead.”
That was when the silence began. Each time I asked a question, the line went dead. Each time I sought clarity, he cut the call. The pattern was clear: truth does not run from questions, but lies always do.
My spirit grew sharper. I knew this was something fishy. This was not God’s answer, but the enemy’s snare dressed in promises. So I blocked the line. And in that act, I felt peace wash over me.
The Lesson Beneath the Mask
The imposter had been exposed, but the experience left me with more than relief. It left me with wisdom. I realised that discernment is as precious as provision. Sometimes the blessing is not the money itself, but the wisdom to see through the counterfeit.
God had answered my prayer, not with riches, but with clarity. He had shown me that not every shining opportunity is divine. Some doors are painted gold on the outside but hollow within. Some voices speak of abundance but carry only deception.
And so I learnt: faith is not blind acceptance. Faith is trust sharpened by discernment. Faith asks questions. Faith listens for truth. Faith walks away from lies, even when they glitter.
