With exhilarating force ,I
barged into my house having my soft bread and peanut butter on my mind
all the way from church drooling mercilessly ,even during the drawn-out
sermon the thoughts kept sleep in
control ,I somehow found it hard to
comprehend how I didn't sleep during sermon even when the devil manipulated all
the elements to his favor ,the fan ,the
perfect new curved chair , did I mention the fan(lol) . I hurriedly swung the
refrigerator Open and behold my peanut butter and bread wasn't there, still in
the mood of ' peanut butter adrenaline ' I found myself screaming
“Who took my butter!?” just when I felt a soft tap on my cheek,
I opened my eyes just in time to see the male usher giving me the ‘You are
sleeping stare ‘. Where was I? I was
still in church and Sermon was still on, did I scream aloud? nobody was paying
attention to me, maybe i didn’t, they had their hands full fighting their own
sleep battles ; guess my peanut butter thoughts wasn't enough to confine sleep
after all . I took my mind back to the usher; something about the look on his
face displayed another triumph, He has caught another ‘sleeper’ active usher (sigh),
and to the pastor.
He was still preaching with so much ginger 3 hours and
counting 👏 😊(ejago
pastor)as if he was on nitro anointing, On a good day I might not have been
present for sermon , but since last week’s sermon which was quite shorter
about staying till benediction so that
you don't miss blessings , I decided to be a good boy and now here I was in
pains 😛 , as if churches that demise on time have a short distance
Christian race , like it is not the same length we all running .
I looked round and was glad I wasn't sitting at the front,
things must be harder to bear for the front folks, I decided to listen maybe it
would help, sleep wasn’t having that, then I took a rather righteous move
“Every spirit of sleep I bind you in Jesus name, devil get
beside me!) I murmured
“sinner like you is saying get beside me” a voice in me said,
thinking about it now I don’t think that was Satan , I
took out my phone, and started to go through some Godly posts (I hoped it would
help my conscience if the posts were Godly), am sure God would understand the situation,
it was working, sleep finally packed its gears when the male usher came again
tapping my shoulder
“Please brother put away the phone”, I looked at him as if
to say “are you possessed”
But something told
me he was doing his job and I have leant over the years not to disrespect God’s
workers especially since i heard he could curse you with "leprosy”. I
sluggishly put my phone back in my pocket and sat still, as if waiting for something,
I guess it was the sleep feeling, and it didn't disappoint .That was it, that
was all I could take, I picked my bible and noiselessly made my way to the left
exit door, as for the blessing's I could only hope it came during the praise.
And urhh any ideas on
sleep diversion ? , members of my former
church could use some ideas; yes 'former church ' am changing next Sunday. Now
all attention back to my bread and Peanut butter 😍😍
😍😍😍