The service started normally. Then testimony time came. A man rushed excitedly to the altar, holding the microphone tightly. His voice was shaking as he spoke.
“Last Sunday, Papa said there was an arrow of death flying around. That same week, I was in a terrible accident on the expressway.”
The church became quiet immediately.
The man continued, “The bus somersaulted several times. People died on the spot, but somehow, somehow, I survived without a single broken bone.”
Gasps filled the auditorium. Tears dropped from the man’s eyes.
“I know it was the laying of hands Papa did that saved my life.”
The entire church exploded in celebration. People shouted. Some began speaking in tongues. Others clapped emotionally.
And right there in her seat, Mrs. Grace felt her heart sink.
The testimony affected everyone deeply. Even she almost started doubting herself.
Maybe she truly misunderstood God. Maybe fear had deceived her.
Then the pastor mounted the altar again. His voice carried authority.
“The Spirit of God is still showing me another arrow of death moving around.”
The church became tense instantly.
“I will pray for everybody again today.”
Immediately, the choir started worshiping again. People stood up eagerly. This time, nobody wanted to miss the laying of hands. Fear had already entered the atmosphere.
As the pastor stepped down from the altar and began moving across the rows, Mrs. Grace lowered her head quietly.
Then suddenly, the voice returned.
If you receive it, you will see paper and call it money, and you will struggle for your life.
A deep fear gripped her chest.
No, not again.
She had already embarrassed herself the previous week. She could not imagine rejecting the pastor publicly a second time.
Her breathing became uneasy.
The pastor continued praying for people row after row. Some members fell, others screamed. Mrs. Grace clasped her Bible tightly and began praying silently.
Lord, please help me understand.
Then suddenly, her spiritual eyes opened.
Everything around her remained physically normal.
But the moment the pastor stretched his hand toward people, she no longer saw fingers and a palm. She saw the thick, scaly head of a giant serpent resting on the person’s forehead.
A cold wave of horror crashed over her. She blinked, praying the hallucination would fade, but it only grew clearer.
With every touch, the serpent seemed to strike.
She did not wait.
While the church was lost in prayer, Mrs. Grace grabbed her bag and slipped out of the row, her heart hammering against her ribs. She did not stop until she was inside her car.
The moment she entered her car, she locked the doors immediately and leaned back heavily against the seat. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She could not even start the engine.
“God, what is happening?” she whispered.
Nothing made sense anymore.
This was the same church God had led her to years ago when her life was falling apart. Back then, she had almost nothing. Her small fabric business was struggling badly.
Debt surrounded her. She remembered nights she cried herself to sleep, wondering how she would survive.
Then she joined the church.
Little by little, things changed. Business contracts opened. She owned a chain of importation businesses and real estate investments across the country.
What started as a small fabric business had grown into a multimillion-dollar empire. Within a few years, she became one of the most successful businesswomen in the state. People admired her everywhere she went.
And through it all, the pastor had always been there praying for her.
She sponsored church projects, bought the pastor’s official car, paid school fees for his children, and helped struggling members. The church practically became family to her.
So why would God suddenly warn her against the same pastor now?
As she sat there confused, something happened again.
Her surroundings faded. Her eyes opened spiritually once more. And suddenly, revelation flooded her mind.
She saw the pastor in a dark room, kneeling before strange men. Candles burned around them. Incantations filled the air.
Then she understood.
The pastor had secretly entered into darkness because he became impatient waiting for God’s timing. He wanted fame faster, influence faster, power faster.
The revelation grew deeper.
She saw him laying hands on people, but spiritually, something was leaving them each time he touched their heads. Light, virtue, and glory were leaving them, and those same things were flowing into him.
Mrs. Grace froze in horror.
Then understanding entered her spirit about the forehead and the head.
She began seeing flashes of scripture connected to spiritual identity, ownership, sealing, authority, and destiny. Suddenly, she understood why not every spiritual touch was harmless.
Some hands blessed. Others corrupted. Some transferred healing. Others transferred bondage.
Tears filled her eyes.
The revelation kept unfolding one after another, almost too much for her mind to carry. She remained there motionless inside the car for several minutes.
Then suddenly—
Knock, knock.
She jumped violently.
A security man stood outside the window.
“Madam, please move forward more. Another car wants to pass.”
Immediately, the vision disappeared. Reality returned instantly.
Mrs. Grace looked around, disoriented. Her body was trembling. Her palms were soaked with sweat.
“How could Pastor do this?” she whispered to herself.
Slowly, she started the car and drove home in silence.
