LET GOD JUDGE [√]

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ALL THE IDOLS OF THIS WORLD ARE THE WORKS OF MEN
GOD IS GOD ALL BY HIMSELF

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ULOKA TOWN
The big round golden sun hid a quarter of its beauty at a distant Iroko tree metres away from the beautifully structured duplex.

The pastor Quarter was just a walking distance away from the church, a newly structured Branch of Saints of God Church whose headquarter is in Lagos.

Pastor David the tenth resident pastor that had been sent in less than one year to lead the church sat outside the passage on phone with one of the Head pastors from Lagos headquarter.

“it is really bad here sir, I love Jesus and I am for the body of Christ but my life is being threatened in this place” he complained

*Pastor David, if you are truly for the body of Christ then you should know when you give the devil the room for fear, he then uses the privilege to torment you* Pastor Lekan replied from the background

“There is something mysterious about this Town, now I understand why pastor Jude and the others demand a transfer not long after their arrival, I am being tormented spiritually, physically and emotionally, I can’t even remember the last time I closed my eyes and had a peaceful sleep “

*We would pray and fast on your behalf Pastor David for God to help you and the church over there and then send you an assistant to ease the task*

“I want a transfer pastor Lekan” Pastor David maintained “please speak to pastor Dotun on my behalf, I admit I am not ready to operate where principalities and powers of darkness reside..please help me”

*hmmm...it is alright I will get back to you Pastor David *pastor Lekan answered from the background of the phone “let me just say a word of prayer for you”

“yes...yes Pray for me sir” pastor David replied

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        The house of mazi Ilukwe has turned into a mourning ground, seems like the grim reaper had made a permanent home in his household, two days ago was the burial of his last child  Christopher, a young man in the peak of his twenties who had just rounded up his youth service year.

     Mazi Ilukwe could not erase the image of the stone-cold corpse of his last child, he was carried to his compound  clad in his complete corper uniform with blood dripping from his head an accident they said was caused by a careless bike rider, his first Son Ike had also suffered a mysterious sickness which had protruded his stomach and finally killed him

“Chai !"

He exclaimed how doomed was he, and what crime was he paying for he could remember vividly how his wife had slumped and died instantly after the sudden death of his daughter Adamma who was supposed to get married the next week.

“Who did I offend, death has stolen my whole family  from me, am I cursed “he lamented as he turned his face away from his Friend Mazi Orieji who had come to offer his condolence

“See Ilukwe you have to put yourself together, I know it is painful” Mazi Orieji spoke with a pitiful sigh

“You don’t know how painful it is” Ilukwe sighed “look at me Orieji I am an aged man with nothing left, I lost my wife, daughter and two sons mysteriously in just a short time, is it not enough to make me go mad or commit suicide” He spoke brokenly Making sure his guest had his eyes fixed on him

“But you still have me Ilukwe, you still have me”mazi spoke convincingly

“It is not the same, it can never be the same again, I just want to die, my enemies have succeeded in wiping out members of my family, what else am I living for, I can’t continue to wake up every morning to remember I am all alone” Ilukwe lamented as tears poured down his eyes “I cannot continue like this Orieji” he cried shamelessly and bitterly in front of his friend who patted his back effortlessly trying to console him.