SERMON TITLE: MESSAGE TO G.E.S
SYNOPSIS
God has made G.E.S exceedingly glad and therefore G.E.S must rejoice in his
salvation.
TRANSCRIPTS
We want to thank the Lord for this blessed hour. Please, be seated.
This afternoon, I found myself reflecting on my life—on who Brother Enoch is.
I was thinking about my journey, and I remembered something I shared with you
last Saturday. In 1944, my younger brother George, who was born immediately
after me, passed away. Then, in 1945, while I was in Standard Three at primary
school in Somanya, I fell seriously ill. I was sick for nearly three to four months.
My mother came for me and brought me back to Nkurakan.
The very day I returned home, my great-aunt—my grandmother’s elder sister—
passed away. Then, the following Wednesday, the oldest living member of the
Agbozo family also died. I remember visiting him on Sunday. As I entered his
room, all the children in the house followed me. He asked them why none of them
had come to see him until I arrived. That Wednesday, he passed away.
This man was significant in my life. He was the one who brought the Presbyterian
Church to our village and gave me the name Enoch. I didn’t know then how
meaningful that name would become. After his death, no one remained in
Nkurakan, so everyone, including myself—though I was still sick—moved to
Somanya.
That year, many people died. Some were sick, others were not. We buried at least
five people within three months. Yet, I, a little boy, survived. I cannot explain
why I lived, but I did. God preserved me.
Later that year, I returned to school. It was 1945, the year of the middle school
entrance exams. At the time, only Presbyterian schools offered the Common
Entrance exam. Because I had been sick, the headteacher didn’t register me. He
believed there was no hope for me and told me to go home. I had grown very lean
and weak.
When I returned home, my great-grandfather—my personal grandfather, to whom
I had been given as a grandson—came to Somanya. He took me by the hand and
marched me to the school. The headmaster had once lived in our house, and now
he was in charge of the school. My grandfather confronted him for excluding me
from the exam list just two weeks before the test.
The headmaster didn’t say much and let my grandfather leave. That afternoon,
during a school-wide singing session, I was called forward. They laid me on a
table to be whipped for reporting the issue to my grandfather. The teacher was
instructed to beat me in front of the class. But all the children began to cry, and
the teacher couldn’t bring himself to do it. That’s how God saved me.
As it turned out, the headmaster had already entered my name for the exam. He
had only pretended otherwise to scare me. I had missed nearly four months of
school and returned just two weeks before the exam. Despite that, when the
results came, I was the only student in the class to receive a high merit—
equivalent to a distinction. It was the first time in the school’s history that anyone
had achieved such a result. The school’s grade was elevated because of me—the
one they had rejected.
Life is interesting. Not always happy, but certainly interesting.
By God’s grace, I went on to secondary school on a scholarship. We were the
first group to sit the Common Entrance exam from Standard Three to Standard
Seven. The Presbyterian system we followed was later adopted by the
government of Ghana for national use. In 1949, we were the first to sit the national
Common Entrance exam, and I earned a scholarship to attend Presec.
But in my first year, in December, my mother fell ill. She was the only one who
could support me in school, and she suffered a stroke. I had to leave school and
find work. I told you this story before. My grandmother later sent for me while I
was working in Kumasi.
When I traveled to Kumasi, I packed my few belongings—just a pillow and a
pillowcase. That was my suitcase. Life was simple, but it was real.
Eventually, my grandmother asked me to return to school. She had only four
pounds and couldn’t afford to send me back, so I began working as a teacher in
the local primary school. That same year, the headmaster of Presec was searching
for me. No one knew where I had gone. When word finally reached me, I
returned, and they had secured three separate scholarships for me. Hallelujah!
In 1953, I resumed my studies. I was on a government scholarship, the King
Edward Memorial Scholarship, and another I can’t recall. At the end of each term,
I had pocket money to return home. Had I stayed in Kumasi, I would never have
received that information. But because my grandmother brought me back to
Nkurakan, the headmaster was able to find me.
Beloved, I’ve shared with you before how my grandmother cared for me in many
ways. One of the things I loved most was palm soup and beans, and she always
made sure I had enough. That simple act brought joy and comfort to my life.
Praise the Lord.
In 1952, I fell seriously ill again and nearly died. That same year, the last of the
great elders of the Agbozo family—the one I had been given to—also passed
away. When I was born, my mother’s family didn’t want her to marry a stranger.
My father was a fetish priest, and my great-grandfather refused to allow him to
give me his name. So my surname, Agbozo, comes from my mother’s side, not
my father’s.
Because of this, I was adopted by my great-grandfather and became his special
grandson. There was even a dispute among family members about what name I
should be given. One granduncle gave me his personal name, Amanor. After three
attempts to name me, another elder declared that all quarrels should cease and
gave me his own name. That’s how I became Amanor.
Years later, the man who named me Amanor fell ill. I was in Tema or Togo at the
time when the Lord spoke to me: “Your great-grandfather is sick. Go and pray
for him to be healed, or pray for him to die.” He had been bedridden for years,
unable to walk. When I returned, his house was just a few yards away. His
daughter—who was here today—was almost in tears.
When I arrived, the house was empty, but all the children in the area followed me
there. It was exactly as I had seen in a vision. I prayed for him, unsure whether to
ask for healing or release. I simply said, “Lord, I commit his soul to You.” Three
weeks later, he died peacefully.
This pattern repeated in my life. Anyone who took me in and treated me well was
blessed. Another man who had cared for me had a falling out with the
Presbyterian Church, and they refused to bury him. The Lord sent me to reconcile
him with the church so he could be buried properly. When someone treated me
well, the Lord rewarded them in a special way. Hallelujah.
One day, the Lord spoke to me and said, “My son, you are the son of a woman.”
Jesus told me that He too is the son of a woman. We are both sons of women. He
said, “I have bruised the head of the serpent”—as foretold in Genesis 3. In
Revelation, it is written that the dragon pursued the woman and her child. Jesus
said to me, “You too have dealt with the dragon.”
When Jesus was born, the dragon tried to destroy Him, but the earth opened to
protect Him. The dragon has been chasing humanity ever since. Who can fight
the dragon? The Lord took us to Keta to confront it, and we won. He told me, “I
dealt with the serpent; you have dealt with the dragon.” This cemented our
friendship in a very special way.
There was a spiritual power that certain individuals used to rule this country. We
went and defeated that power to set Ghana free. It wasn’t about a political party—
it was about specific people within the party. You may have heard of the Jelukope
mafia and others. These were spiritual forces behind the scenes. We fought and
overcame them.
This morning, I was almost in tears, but we give thanks to God. Tonight, I decided
we would simply thank Him and rejoice in the great things He has done. There’s
no need to preach—just stand and bless Him.
As I sat here, Reverend Mary was powerfully leading worship. The singing and
praises were flowing, and I knew this was what the Lord had prepared for today.
Then He placed Psalm 21 on my heart:
“The king shall joy in thy strength, O Lord; and in thy salvation how greatly shall
he rejoice. Thou hast given him his heart’s desire, and hast not withholden the
request of his lips. For thou preventest him with the blessings of goodness: thou
settest a crown of pure gold on his head. He asked life of thee, and thou gavest it
him, even length of days forever and ever. His glory is great in thy salvation.”
His glory is great in thy salvation.
His glory is great in salvation. Honor and majesty have been laid upon him. The
Lord has made him most blessed forever and exceedingly glad with His
countenance. For the king trusted in the Lord, and through the mercy of the Most
High, he shall not be moved. The Lord’s hand shall find out all His enemies; His
right hand shall uncover those who hate Him. In the time of His anger, He shall
make them as a fiery oven. The Lord shall swallow them up in His wrath, and the
fire shall devour them. Their fruit shall be destroyed from the earth, and their seed
from among the children of men. For they intended evil against Him and
imagined mischievous devices which they could not perform. Therefore, He shall
make them turn their backs when He readies His arrows against their faces.
Be thou exalted, O Lord, in thine own strength. So we will sing and praise thy
power.
Beloved, I’ve shared with you some of the challenges I faced as a child. When
the Lord calls us, we must be prepared to face trials, sacrifices, and reproach.
There was a time when it seemed as though the Ghana Evangelical Society
(G.E.S) was dead and gone. People thought I had fled the country because of the
opposition and attacks against me. During our 20th anniversary in 1993, many
were surprised we were still standing. They couldn’t believe G.E.S was still alive.
In Bible schools, colleges, and seminaries, they speak of what Brother Enoch and
G.E.S have done for the church, yet many assumed it was all history—that I was
no longer alive.
But today, the Lord has declared that He has built and fortified Zion. No power,
no spirit, nothing can change that. Clap for Jesus Christ! Ghana Evangelical
Society is Zion. The Lord calls it Zion, and He says no power can undo what He
has established.
Look at where we are today. G.E.S is the sample seed of the new thing God is
doing. We are a blessed family. We have witnessed the throne of God descending
to earth. We have seen Jesus Christ seated on His throne, reigning and ruling over
the nations. We have fought battles as the end-time kingdom army. Today, G.E.S
has been raised as a divine interventionist army. When things go wrong and
people call on God, G.E.S is the army that intervenes in human affairs.
When things were wrong during Kwame Nkrumah’s time, the soldiers marched
and overthrew him. We know the history of military regimes. But if it hadn’t been
for G.E.S, Ghana would have experienced coup after coup in recent years. God
used us to pray and prevent bloodshed. Ghana remains peaceful because G.E.S
stands as a spiritual force for divine intervention.
Last year, there was a real threat of a coup against the Mahama regime. But God
instructed me to write a letter to the army, assuring them that He had His own
way to rescue the nation. And peace prevailed. The security agencies know my
name—from the 1970s to today. But it’s not about me, Brother Enoch. It’s about
God. It’s about Jesus Christ. It’s about the Almighty, the I Am that I Am. He has
chosen us—you and me—to be His army and to intervene in national matters.
Last year, they did everything they could to ensure I would not live to see 2016.
But the King shall joy in thy strength, O Lord, and in thy salvation, how greatly
shall he rejoice! G.E.S would have been dead and gone. But today, look at where
we stand. God has set a crown of pure gold upon us. He has given us garments of
salvation and robes of righteousness. He has made us seeds of divine glory in
human affairs.
G.E.S, we must thank God. He will rise against our enemies.
This afternoon, when I got home, one of the men who had plotted evil against
G.E.S called me. He had done much harm. Another called early in the morning,
saying, “The Lord is risen.” But I remember when I was very sick at the 37
Military Hospital, he came in at dawn—not to help, but to confirm I was there.
Some pastors heard of my condition and sent others to check if I was truly sick.
They didn’t visit themselves, but they sent people who knew me. They were
convinced I was going to die. They even sent letters overseas, telling friends that
Brother Enoch had no hope.
But today, we are standing here. The Lord has given me the desire of my heart
and has not withheld the request of my lips. He has prevented me with the
blessings of goodness. He has set a crown of pure gold upon my head. I asked life
of Him, and He gave it to me—even length of days, forever and ever
His glory is great in salvation. Honor and majestic majesty has the Lord laid upon
us. The Bible says, “For thou hast made him”—that is, G.E.S—“most blessed
forever. Thou hast made G.E.S exceedingly glad with thy countenance. For the
king trusted in the Lord, and through the mercy of the Most High, he shall not be
moved.”
The Lord shall find out all His enemies. His right hand shall uncover those who
hate Him. He shall make them as a fiery oven in the time of His anger. The Lord
shall swallow them up in His wrath, and the fire shall devour them.
Last Thursday morning, before we came here, I was lying down, reflecting. The
Lord took me in the spirit to a program where I was supposed to speak. I stood at
a distance and walked around to observe what was happening. I encountered two
women—known enemies of Brother Enoch. One of them saw me and whispered
to the other, “There he goes.” The second woman turned to look at me, and I
looked back at her in the spirit.
A few yards away, I saw one of the prominent church leaders in Ghana. He was
quietly and secretly observing the gathering. I know them well. They may have
come to see what was happening, and they saw that God has crowned G.E.S. Clap
for Jesus Christ!
The Lord knows His enemies. He has told us that the spirit of the Antichrist is
already here. So don’t be surprised when you see such people still moving among
us. These two women mingled with the crowd as if they were part of the program.
They fetched water and moved with others, blending in—but they were enemies.
The pastor didn’t approach me, but he watched from a distance. I saw him and
walked past.
The Lord wants me to know that He sees our enemies. He knows them and knows
how to deal with them. They intended evil against us. They imagined mischievous
devices, but they were not able to perform them. Therefore, the Lord shall make
them turn their backs when He readies His arrows against their faces.
That is why we all say: Be thou exalted, O Lord, in thine own strength. So we
will sing and praise thy power.
G.E.S, this is our message to God. We bless Him for saving us, for granting us
the garment of salvation, for robing us in righteousness, and for sharing His glory
with us. He has made us the seed of the new thing.
Over 20 years ago—perhaps more—the Lord told me that my ministry would end
in a new heaven and a new earth. Today, we have entered the glory land. The new
heaven and new earth will soon be a reality. Preparing for that will be the bride—
adorned and presented to the groom.
We are now being adorned. We are becoming the seed of the bride. He will use
us. We will carry the seed of the tree of righteousness. We must be champions of
the hope that nations have in God. We shall be partners with Jesus Christ and the
Holy Spirit for the great things that the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit have
ordained for the world.
God bless you. May you live long in the countenance of the Lord, to see the
beauty of His salvation and the glory of the Holy Church.
G.E.S, let us exalt the name of our Lord. Amen.
I stand here to thank you for believing in Nkruakan—for coming, for standing
with us. Wherever you are, pray for Nkruakan. Pray for the Agbozo family. May
the Lord return the favor to you. As you pray for us all, the Lord will bless you.
Praise ye the Lord. Amen.
Please, embrace someone near you. Don’t just shake hands—embrace them.
Amen.