I got to church a little early this morning, and just when I wanted to settle down and prepare for the day, a group of youngsters numbering about five barged into the church office. They looked unusually scared. They demanded to see the pastor. Obviously, the pastor wasn’t around cos it was too early. They then asked me if I could help them, to which I nodded my head, not knowing what the problem was. They asked me to come with them to see something just outside the walls of the church. Lo and behold, the spectacle that greeted me was frightening. The phrase that came to my mind was,’fear not, I am with you always.’ The guys led me to an old man who was lying on the bare ground just by the wall of the church. His skin looked dry and crispy, as if he just survived a bomb blast. What was even more frightening about the old man was that, he had fresh, pointed, juicy and succulent breasts; as beautiful as the breasts of a 21 years old university student (guys! you know what I mean). Standing at a safe distance, the guys pointed to the old man, telling me that the old man demanded to see the pastor of our church. I nearly told them that I was not the pastor. Just when I was about to step forward toward the old man, I heard the voice of my pastor behind me. Breathing a sigh of relief, I stepped aside to give way to my spiritual father to deal with the situation. After a brief deliverance section, the old man told us that he was a part of a convoy of wizards who were flying from Burkina Faso to Volta region for an annual international conference. He said he got hit as they flew over our church, he said they usually avoid flying directly over churches. He said he was badly hit because a group of Christians where having a prayer meeting at the time they flew over the church. When asked about the fresh breasts, he replied that he took them from a UDS student when he got to Navrongo.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 22:13:48 +0000
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