The Lost Disciple

georgeani (43)in #story • 7 years ago (edited)

Lost in the thought of his greed for money, on a good-ugly day, Pastor Ken, unconsciously spoke out to him self, "I will do what ever it takes to be rich and powerful"

Suddenly his phone rang him back to consciousness. He answered it. A husky voice oozed out of the phone speaker, "Ol' boy! Are you ready to meet the priest?" he asked anxiously.

"Yes! Yes!!," uttered pastor Ken.

"...then meet me at the cemetery Junction by 11:00pm tonight," The husky voice instructed via the phone.

Sweet-nothings and fantasies filled the pastor's heart, as he ponders on how rich he would soon become not to mention the esoteric knowledge to heal the blind, sick, lame and most interestingly, his ability to make his prey congregations fall under the spell. Or was it anointing? He could barely decide.

Slowly, a smile spread through his ugly face as his thin drew back to the sides, giving him a strange animal look. He suddenly jumped up off the chair to demonstrate his holy ghost anointing drama, he was buried in the action that he didn't notice his wife watching from the dirty cracked corner of the bathroom. "Are you OK love"? She shouted. "Y-e-s! I'm under the anointing", he timidly replied.

He picked up a chunk of his half smoked weed, blessed it and innocently lit it and then whispered, "Finally, God is about to take up my call," his face half-covered by the heavy smoke he blew into the air, making his face less visible in the dark malodorous room. He exhaled and with it, he whispered, "God bless my soul."

After few minutes of meditation while drifting dreamily in the effects of the weed, he quietly fell asleep.

It's 11:00 p.m. Pastor Ken, already waiting at the cemetery Junction, standing in horror and courage stage, suddenly, the man who called him on the phone showed up, and asked him to hop into his 2017 Toyota camry. Apace, Pastor Ken jumped in and both drove off the sight.

They arrived at a lonely, beautiful but fearful environment. There was an old man sitting on air while sipping a glass of red liquid. He beckoned on Pastor Ken and his friend to come over to his abode. In extreme fear, Pastor Ken froze for some minutes but a minute later he regained his composure.

The old man uttered in a very faint voice, "I can make you rich and powerful, if you can make the gods dance naked,"

"I don't understand," Pastor Ken, replied.

"My son, your request is in your hands, you only have to bury five new born babies alive in your church."

"Five wetin?", Five what?, Screamed Pastor Ken.

"Well... that is just an initial ritual, then annually you shall sacrifice two female virgins. This is a do or die affair, since you've stepped your foot in here," concluded the old juju priest.

Two weeks, after the fulfilment of the demands of the gods, Pastor Ken's church began to wear a new dress, as unexpected miracles became common place every given service.

Pastor Ken is enriched by innocent payers tithe and offering, deliverance prayer cost a large sum, the same applies to family foundation breakage and other names given to the various fundraising ideas. Desperate single women who need urgent husbands are consistently cued on the blooded foundation of the Church, with fat cheques and envelopes in other to receive favour from the Man of God.

Last Sunday, a spirit filled poor church usher, whose shoes has worn off, desperately begging for repair, fall under a genuine anointing of God and prophesied saying, "O ye men of little faith, pastor Ken is a lost disciple, he's not one of my chosen".

This morning I heard the young man is dead. I wonder what could have killed him?