CHAPTER 12 – BATTLE OF THE BRETHREN

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDE
AS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE

The first thing I noticed that Friday night?

T.J. came earlier than early.

Not fashionably late like some fire-branded people who believe Holy Ghost starts at 1 a.m.

She came before 8 p.m.

Sat quietly at the back.
Head down.
Small jotter in hand.

The all-night vigil was themed:
“NO MORE DELAY.”

Me I thought, Na marital delay most people are coming to pray about… but in reality , we have delayed our repentance for too long as a church.

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By 9:45 p.m., the worship started.
Edna led, of course.
As usual, pitch-perfect.
Vocal acrobatics.
One song modulated 3 times.

But the atmosphere?
Dry.
Not even small goosebumps.

By 10:30, Pastor Dan climbed stage to raise prayer.

He did his usual:
“Turn to three people and shout: No more delay in your life!”

People obeyed.
But even the shouting felt empty.
It was like heaven put the night on airplane mode.

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Until 11:13 p.m.

No mic.
No announcement.
No spotlight.

Just one girl at the back…T.J.
It was time for personal supplication, before Daddy G.O would come on the Pulpit.

She Knelt.
Lifted her right hand.
And started singing…
“Spirit of the Living God… come.”

That was it.

Five words in a song.. She wasn’t loud.. the teens around her picked it up… it started spreading like wildfire… I looked at T.J, her eyes were tightly shut with her body curled up as she knelt.
This Girl was commanding power and yet she wasn’t bothered about it.

Next thing?

Something happened. The Building literally Vibrated.

A baby at the back stopped crying.
One elder dropped to his knees unprovoked.
I can’t explain it!
Daddy and Mummy G.O were not in the service, they were in their offices as usual. You know how Daddy and Mummy G.O stay in their offices until it was time to minister. That was the case, but the Shift in the atmosphere brought them out of their offices…

Before you could say “Amen”… people started praying…rolling on the floor…
Real praying.
Tears. Groans. Hands in the air.

The choir stood still.
Even Edna froze.

T.J. walked forward slowly, no rush.
No swagger.
Just like someone who knew where she was going and who was backing her.

She got near the altar. She knelt in front of the altar. No one was watching except a few of us.. The members were enjoying the moment. They were soaked in his presence.

Pastor Dan who was holding the mic tried to take over and claim the presence, like he was the one who called in Abba..

“Yes, Lord… we welcome You afresh!”

But his voice started cracking.

And then?

He dropped the mic.
And He ?

He Fell.

No usher touched him.
Nobody laid hands.
He fell backward.
Like someone pushed by invisible presence.

People gasped.
Some shouted “Power!!!”
Some Shouted “ Fire”
Daddy G.O and Mummy G.O looked at each other… their powerlessness exposed…

And Me?… I was standing by the sound booth, frozen.

Because I knew.

Something had just been exposed.
Not by man.
But by God.
We were a powerless Church…

Next thing?

A sister started manifesting behind me.
Screaming.
Saying things like:

“Leave me alone! Her fire is too much! She’s exposing us! She’s not supposed to survive!”

Us?

Who be us?
I saw the look of surprise in Daddy G.O’s face…

Before I could move, another one slumped near the usher stand.
Three people started coughing violently.

T.J. didn’t panic.

She just knelt.
Lifted both hands.
She Said softly, but I could hear…
“Father, take back Your altar.”
She continued her song and Daddy G.O proved that he was really a servant of God.. He Picked the Mic and handed it to T.J. T.J took it and kept singing.. But I saw Mummy G.O’s face… Something… At the time I couldn’t identify what it was…

But That was it.. the moment she started singing into the Mic…

Deliverance broke out.
Real one.
Not rehearsal.

People were screaming, crying, confessing.

Even one of the choir guys suddenly began to confess:

“I took her picture to a herbalist! I thought she was the reason I lost my solo part!”
My knees buckled.

Grace be like what?

Grace be like Holy Ghost show up in full force and expose every hidden Cain, Korah and Judas.
(Grace is when heaven decides to clear house … and starts from the pulpit and choir bench.)

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That night, T.J. didn’t preach.
Didn’t lay hands.
She just sang.

And by 3:17 a.m.,
Every demon hiding in church had started packing their load.

After the vigil, church was never the same again.

But the war?

It had only just begun.

Because now…She had moved from “that quiet sister” to “the one God is clearly with.”

And not everybody was smiling about that…Even the one you didn’t expect.

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