Wanted – 2

Part 2

Benita looked at her wristwatch. It was 9:45 pm.

“Wow, it is late already,” she muttered. “Holy ghost, shield me with your glory. Amen.”

The programme started, and Benita wasn’t comfortable at all. Praise and worship were going on, but she wasn’t just flowing. She could still feel the presence of marine spirits. Everyone was busy worshiping and singing, dancing and jubilating. Benita was seated praying. She looked at Shola, but she was busy dancing and singing.

A few minutes after praise and worship, it was announced that Panam Percy Paul could not make it to the programme. Everyone felt disappointed, Benita too. That was actually the reason she was there.

Time for ministry...

A woman walked up to the podium as Minister Zina. As she handled the mic, Benita’s eyes were opened, and what she saw holding the mic was a golden fish with very long hair.

“Blood of Jesus Christ,” she muttered. 

Minister Zina looked at her. “Young lady!”

Benita answered with shock, “Yes please.”

“Are you OK?”

“Yes, Ma.”

“Good. Please don’t be distracted. Listen to the word of God.”

The minister continued her message.

Benita saw yet another vision. The altar was a big ocean with millions of mermaids.

“Blood of Jesus Christ. Holy Ghost! What place is this? Oh Jesus, save me please.”

The woman turned to Benita again. Benita could sense the rage in her eyes.

“Argh,” continued Benita, “and I did not even pray. I was so carried away by the guest. Panam Percy Paul was only a scam to gather people.” She looked around to see that they really did. “Holy Ghost, please save me today. I promise to be careful next time.”

Again, she looked at Shola. She was busy enjoying the sermon and shouting “Amen” to Minister Zina’s declarations. Benita shook her head. If only she knew or could see what she just saw.

The message was over but the Minister had some announcements to make.

“Somebody shout glooory! While I preached, God laid it on my heart to help people. If you are sitting on the green chairs you are one of them. Please wait behind.”

(There were three colors of chairs in the hall- red, white, and green so there was jubilation, clapping, and shouting.) 

Minister Zina pointed at Benita. “You, young lady,” she smiled. “Daughter of the Most high. Hey!” she speaks in tongues. “I see so much anointing on you. Please step up here, the Lord said I should lay my hands on you.”

Benita stood up. “I’m very sorry, Ma; you can’t lay your hands on me.”

Minister Zina smiled. “Hmm, God told me you would refuse. He said I should help you. Wait and see me.”

“I’m also very sorry, Ma. I won’t be needing your help. Thanks so much.”

“Hahahahaha,” Minister Zina laughed. “God was right. He told me you would refuse. Twice.”

The programme ended at about 4:30 am. Shola had to wait because she sat on a green chair. Sandra was so mad at Benita. She walked up to her.

“How dare you? You little brat. How dare you humiliate my pastor like that by turning her down? You are such a fool and an ingrate.”

Benita looked at her in the eyeballs. “You are one of them.” 

Sandra was shocked. “What?!” 

“Yes, you heard me, and God will expose you all.”

“Hmm, I can see you know too much. Don’t dare us, if you still value your life.”

“Ten thousand of you cannot harm me. I bare on my body the marks of Jesus Christ.”

“Be warned. We are a moving train. Don’t try to stand in our way. We crush without mercy.”

“I am the rail. I cannot be crushed.”

Just then, Minister Zina surfaced.

(Story copied from another source)

To be continued in part three…