The Father, the son and the man of God

If you've ever been to an African church, then you know that the last thing you want is being called to the front of the alter to have demons cast away from you. And that is because after the whole deliverance is done, even if you didn't act like you were possessed during the deliverance, there will be people looking at you as if you've got seven evil spirits in you after it's been over.

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So imagine how I felt the day this man of God had selected me among the other people in the church that day to spin around. It was one of those week days service and personally, I usually don't like week days services. Not because the evil spirits in me (if there's any) doesn't want me to go and be delivered but because they're usually long and very stressful and boring.

Well, the week days services are usually when we get to kill the devil and all of his agents, so we spend hours praying and in most cases, repeating the same thing we had said simply because the prayer just wouldn't end and we can not be seen not praying, as that would only mean we're being possessed.

So during one of those services, my dad had spotted me not praying at the back, even though I had finished my prayer ten minutes earlier and was tired of repeating the same "Satan die by fire" over and over again. So he had dragged me to the front row seat of the church, knowing fully well that sitting there would make me feel exposed and I can easily be caught by the pastor for not praying.

Well, it didn't take long for him to get his wish because immediately after the prayer, the pastor called me right in front of the church and asked who my father was, to which I pointed at the man who betrayed me. He then began to tell my dad about how he saw some evil spirits in my head chilling and having a nice time.

One look at my old man and I knew what was going through his mind. "So this is the son that does not want I and my family to progress"

Well after prophecing, it was time to cast away the demons and that was when I made a vow within myself that no matter what happens here today, nothing will make me fall to the floor because I knew that falling to the floor will only validate the man of God's prophecy and the last thing I wanted was my own family seeing me as the main character from the Conjuring movie.

So I took my stance and planted my feet firmly on the floor. The deliverance probably took about five minutes before the pastor gave up, knowing that I had no plans to fall to the floor, shaking like all of the evil spirits in me were struggling to escape.

Anyways, after that day, I made a promise to myself never to sit in the front row seats of the church ever again.