Chapter
40
A
crowd had gathered around her as she lay on the sidewalk, breathing heavily…she
was barely conscious as blood streamed from the side of her head.
“Get her into the car!”
someone shouted…
“My
phone,” mumbled Lolade weakly, as she fumbled weakly around her…someone
retrieved the phone and placed it in her hands…
“Taiwo,”
she muttered, giving the phone to the nearest person…she passed out. The man
picked up the phone and searched for Taiwo, dialling the number as others
carried Lolade into the car that had hit her…
“Oh
my God! Which hospital are you taking her to?” asked Taiwo on the phone as he
stepped on the accelerator and yanked the steering, driving the car off the
main road and into a side road…the hospital was a twenty minute drive away…he
began praying in the spirit as he drove…he prayed that Lolade would survive and
not be maimed…that those evil spirits did not follow her in the car to wreak
more havoc…
He
picked up his phone, not taking his eyes off the road and called Dr Adekoya…
Mrs
Abayomi had been reading her bible when Taiwo had dashed out of the house,
refusing to say what had happened to make him rush…she had immediately dropped
her bible and begun to pray in the spirit in other tongues…something must have
happened…she asked the Holy Spirit to reveal it to her as she prayed in the
Holy Ghost…it was a prayer the Holy Spirit appeared to have been waiting
for…for not up to thirty minutes later, Mrs Abayomi began to feel terrible pain
on the right side of her head…she felt as though she had been hit by something
very heavy and with terrific force…
She
reeled physically with the force of it and then recovered herself…it was
Lolade! She had been injured somehow…but the Holy Spirit did not reveal
details…He had however revealed this for a purpose…she needed to
pray...Lolade’s survival depended on it!
Dr
Adekoya called his colleague Dr Jinadu, the owner of the Wellington Hospital to
inform him that a ward of his was being brought to the hospital and should be
attended to immediately…he drove off praying in the spirit and hoping against
hope for Lolade’s survival…he had read in the bible that the Holy Spirit helps
us pray with groanings that cannot be uttered, because we do not know how to
pray as we ought…he linked this scripture to the one he had read in 1 Corinthians
that taught that when we pray in tongues it is our spirit that prays…not our
minds…
The
Holy Spirit indeed helps us to pray with groanings that cannot be uttered, when
we pray in the spirit…he had learnt from pastor Taiwo that the correct
translation of ‘groanings’ in the Greek should have been ‘inarticulate
speech’…that would be the equivalent of speaking in tongues.
Dr Adekoya mused on how far he had come with
God, ever since he had been talking with Pastor Taiwo, he had been learning
things that Pastor Taiwo had in turn learnt from one Mr Adeleye, and now
tomorrow was the first day he would attend the home fellowship.
They
had all planned to begin the prayer and fasting sessions the next day –
Sunday…this was an attack of the Enemy to stall it…to prevent them from
starting, so they could sink their hooks deeper into pastor Kehinde…
He
was really looking forward to attending this Service and hoped that Lolade’s
condition was not life threatening…he stepped on the accelerator and sped
away…Lolade on his mind…
There
were nurses scurrying around seemingly silently all around the emergency
room…he saw the doctors shouting orders but couldn’t hear them…he saw the woman
on the hospital bed and floated towards her…he was drawn by the agitation of
her spirit within…it was attempting to break free of the body, yet its eyes
were tightly shut…she appeared to be fighting to leave her body, but somehow
she couldn’t break free…
They
were losing her fast…the life support machine was already slowing down its
beeping!
Lay hands on her injured head!
“Sir?”
responded Mr Adeleye, more out of alarm at the loud voice that suddenly
reverberated in him and around him, jarring him vigorously…
Lay hands on her injured head now!!!
Mr
Adeleye put forth both hands and was not surprised when they passed through her
head and touched the spirit within…her eyes snapped open…the spirit within
stared at him uncomprehendingly, but he let
his hands remain ‘in’ her head…slowly her eyes closed in rest…
Everything
began to blur and dissolve as Mr Adeleye felt himself being drawn away from the
scene…everything was beginning to get transparent…including the nurses and the
doctors and the room and the patient…they all began to fade from his sight…
He came
to himself in a chair in his study…it took a while for his vision to clear…he
realized he had been transported away in the spirit to lay hands on an injured
person…he realized that he had just had a vision…
The
battle was on and the Holy Spirit had personally intervened! Never in his life
had he experienced a vision, let alone transportation in the realm of the
spirit…like Phillip was transported to Ethiopia…except that Phillip was
transported bodily, while he was transported spiritually.
It
looked like God was bringing in the days of the Manifestation of the Sons of
God…for as darkness covered the whole earth so shall his glory arise upon the
few that he had chosen…he sank to his knees in grateful worship…a song floated
into his mind…
Oh Lord my God, when I in awesome
wonder, consider all the works thy hands have made…then sings my soul my
saviour God to thee…
Time
passed and the night darkened the skies, but Mr Adeleye was oblivious to
time…he had passed into a realm of worship that few ever reach…he wasn’t
singing songs because he was overwhelmed with emotion…he sang because he was
grateful for the evidence of God working to will and to do of His good pleasure
in him…he sang because he was grateful that God had chosen him of all people to
be an instrument in His hands…he sang because he had finally understood that to
walk with God required a sacrifice most believers were not willing to make.
He
had fifty million in his account but had not touched one naira of it…he had not
received any release from God to do so…he was afraid to become too involved
with the world again…for money was the first and most powerful gateway…it
brought the world into the home…and finally into the heart…he had come to
treasure his relationship with God above all else…he had lost interest in any
ambition or worldly desire…that was what it took to walk with God…he knew that
now…that was what it took to be one hundred percent consecrated…for anything
less than a hundred percent was impure…adulterated…like juice mixed with even a
drop of water.
He
still worked as a school teacher; for he had to provide for his family…but he
had no ambitions beyond his job…he was content with what God had provided…it
was far more valuable than anything that the world could offer.
He
thanked God for bringing him to a point where spiritual things had become more
real than physical things…
He remembered what Pastor
Taiwo had taught him last…
Matt
19:29-30 And every one that hath forsaken houses, or brethren, or sisters, or
father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my name's sake, shall
receive an hundredfold, and shall inherit everlasting life.
But
many that are first shall be last; and the last shall be first.
It
costs to follow the Lord, Pastor Taiwo had said…he had taught from the story of
the rich young ruler who had obeyed all the commandments since his youth…sin
wasn’t his problem…his problem was lukewarmness…he was too attached to his
wealth…to the things of the world…his love for the world far outweighed his
love for God…he was a friend of the world…and though he did not sin…had made
himself an enemy of God by his love of the world.
James
4:4 Ye adulterers and adulteresses, know ye not that the friendship of the
world is enmity with God? Whosoever therefore will be a friend of the world is
the enemy of God.
This
was the taking up of the cross that Pastor Taiwo had taught him about…the cross
was the symbol of sacrifice…there was always a sacrifice in following
Christ…Christ was to be followed OUTSIDE THE CAMP…those following were to come
bearing his reproach or shame…there was shame in following Christ…the shame of
being ridiculed for not following the well beaten paths of worldliness…the
ridicule of not ‘saving up for the rainy day’….accumulating the wealth of the
world, in case God fails to come through…trusting the arm of flesh more than
faith in God.
Chapter
41
Kehinde
didn’t quite understand it yet, but it seemed as though someone else was
sharing his body with him…it was a recent development which he didn’t like at
all and it had happened twice already…he would suddenly black out and yet
remain conscious enough to hear himself speaking…or rather, his voice speaking…and
yet the words spoken didn’t seem to come from his own thoughts…it was as if
someone else was using his own vocal cords to speak.
He regretted
that his relationship with Dr Adekoya had broken down irrevocably…he would have
confided in him and sought his advice on medical opinion…he turned off the
Internet and leaned back in his office chair…was it really possible for him to
have a split personality? Was he experiencing a nervous breakdown? The Internet
had raised so many plausible possibilities, he didn’t know which might be
applicable to him…but he did know one thing…he had to get some rest…he had been
working too hard…what with the death of his father and the full weight of the
church’s administration brought to bear on his shoulders.
He would
take a week off and leave the country with Maureen…go somewhere that Rising
Star Church wasn’t known…where he wasn’t known…
You can go to Malta…it is beautiful
there…go for two weeks….
He sat
up quickly, trying to listen again…that thought certainly hadn’t come from him…someone
was using his mind to think as well!
Yes he
had to go for a rest indeed…he would go home now before his voice started
saying things he didn’t want to say.
He got
up and wore his jacket and strode out of the office…Maureen would be waiting
for him in his bedroom…she never left the bedroom as he had instructed her…she
was always obedient…he needed her body now every night…the pleasures she gave
him were far more enjoyable than that which he might have gotten from a wife,
and she had given him both…but he always preferred the ones she had offered
first…the perverse ones…she was…a godsend…he chuckled at the term as he got
into his car…these days he preferred to drive himself and without the company
of his P.A.s.
Last
Sunday Service had been wonderful but also scary…for the first time in his
life, he took the back seat and heard someone else inside of him preach the
word to the people.
Judge
not that you also will not be judged, it’s there in his word!
Luke
6:37 Judge not, and ye shall not be judged: condemn not, and ye shall not be
condemned: forgive, and ye shall be forgiven:
You don’t
judge a book by its cover, you haven’t read the pages inside yet! Look, I’ll
give you another scripture that makes that very clear!
John
7:24 Judge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgment.
You
don’t know where that person is coming from…you don’t know what he has gone
through…you don’t know what he is presently going through…but God is able to
make him stand!
AMEN!!! The congregation had roared filling the
atmosphere with their applause and whoops…they had absolutely loved it…
Matthew
7:1 says: Judge not, that ye be not judged.
So when you come to church and see someone
else not quite dressed the way you were brought up, judge not! When you see
someone’s hair style that doesn’t look appropriate, judge not! When you see
someone dancing not quite as appropriately as you would like…at
that point, Kehinde found his hand extending the microphone towards the
congregation for their response…
JUDGE NOT! Was the deafening
response…the congregation was on their feet as Kehinde wrapped up the Service…the
other Person had submerged and allowed Kehinde to re-emerge to the surface…it
was Kehinde that gave the benediction…the congregation had been fed…and wowed
with the word of God…
As he drove into mainstream
traffic he thought deeply about the sermon…it wasn’t bad…it came from the word
of God…it was scripture…he might not even have been able to do it better…the
only thing that alarmed him was that it was not at all what he had prepared to
preach…yet he had preached a message for a full one hour that he hadn’t
prepared…that had to be God!
Even if he had a split
personality or some other personality disorder…how could the other Personality have
been able to preach the word, quoting scriptures that he himself hardly remembered?
It indeed must have been God!
He turned into the familiar
road that led to Banana Island…it was quiet and serene…he drove straight down
the long road that led to his huge mansion…Maureen would be waiting for him…he
anticipated the pleasure she would give him…he never seemed to get enough…he
was addicted to her now…
Maureen smiled on the bed…she
knew he was fast approaching the house…she was in his head all the time…she
monitored his every movement. She slid out of bed and slipped on the soft
shimmery night dress he always wanted her to wear…things would be different
today…he was scheduled to attend another meeting tonight and she had to prepare
him…
He would be long gone from
the country before his family knew it…then we will see how they hope to
confront him and deliver him from the hands of Mammon!
Tonight’s meeting was the second
and final Initiation Ceremony…he would partake of the Meal of Spirits…then he
would belong to them…finally!
WATCH
OUT FOR THE FINALE OF…SONS AND SLAVES!!!
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