VESSELS OF WAR

CHAPTER ONE

Author's Note

This book 'VESSELS Of WAR' is a complete work of fiction and sole product of the authors imagination.

This is the book three in the 'Channelled Saints series.'

To understand this story, kindly read in this order:

Book one ; VESSELS UNKNOWN

Book two; UNWITTING VESSELS

Book three; VESSELS Of WAR

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FEMI

I'd become calmer and level headed.
During one of those salvation altar calls, I gave my life to Jesus partially, and kept the other half.

Sometimes, being in two relationships works better. Plus the fact that, I couldn't let go of my weed, it cleared my head more than anything else.

I still kept some of my boys, in case of emergencies. You know when you need muscles to get people to behave? That's what I mean....Even at that, I still loved Jesus.
You could never go wrong with Jesus and weed. They are all in the supernatural.

Adrian and I met in that church, he was hungry for Jesus. Our friendship grew and graduated into brotherhood.

One windy night, I was sitting by the ocean shore, when a mighty being appeared to me. It's body shone like lightening, I was afraid and ran.

Almost immediately, it went from a humid night to a rainy night. In one of the sheds at the beach where I hid myself, It magically stood there watching me cower under its presence.

I couldn't identify if it was male or female. I was too afraid to investigate.

"Get up!" It commanded, sticking it's face close to mine. "I have called you to serve me and be my messenger unto the nations. Upon you, I will build my church. Your assignment starts now." It vanished after placing it's Iced wet hands on me.

I shook like a leaf, so afraid to move. I stood under that rain till the storm passed.
As soon as I got control of my self, I ran back to my one room apartment. What just happened? I asked my empty room.

Quickly, I locked up my Windows and doors. Turned on the light and stayed in bed afraid of even a pin drop.
As the sky ushered in the morning, I ran off to find the twenty-five year old pastor.

Pastor Abel as he loved to be addressed. He was counselling a sister when I got there.
I tried to still myself to wait but I couldn't. I paced the length and width of the small church which was not more than 15 by 10ft wide.

It was so small it could only hold fifteen people at a time. And twenty people if we stood shoulder to shoulder.

When Pastor Abel was done, he came to the outer part of the church and shook hands with me.

"You look apprehensive." He observed.

My head was now the center for all manner of sweat drops. Though the weather was cool, and the wind came out in full force that morning, my pores poured out sweat enough to build a pond.

"Please Pastor, you just have to interpret these sightings." He waited, focusing his gaze on me.

I continued without prompts, noting the way he watched me intently.

"Well, I will not call it a vision because it happened with my two eye balls rolling the tape." I explained while trembling as I recalled the face of the thing that appeared to me.

The pastor looked at me confused. "The thing you saw, did it say anything in words?" He asked, showing no interest in my entire story.

I nodded. "It said, he had called me onto the nations and upon me, it will build its church." I summarized, now shivering at a higher level.

Pastor Abel, quickly took a glance at his church and looked at me again frowning.

"I hope it didn't tell you to come and take this church that I've been managing. Because any spirit, man, woman ,marine spirit or even Amadioha that instructs you to take over my church, is mad and a big loser!"

He danced in my face waving his fingers at me. "It won't work! You dey hear me so?" He pulled his ears to drive home his warning.

My mouth gaped in surprise at his actions. " Pastor, please....." He raised his palms to stop me. "Your plan to codedly displace me from this my primary place of assignment will not work!"

Disappointed, I watched him closely, he reminded me of those troublesome women at Oshodi market. Clapping and hissing like ancient unbelievers.

I shuddered at his actions and hissed under my breath. "Pastor Abel." I called politely. "I didn't come to take your church, but as my pastor for less than a year now, I thought it wise to share my vision with you. And all I need is an interpretation."

His nose sniffed the air as though he planned to viciously cut me off my own share of oxygen supply. "If your plan is to siphon members from me, I told you before, it won't work in Jesus name! I cover my members now and in the future with the blood of Jesus."

"Okay, okay," My hands went up in frustration. "Calm it down please. You are overreacting!" A thick fog imaginary left the lenses of my vision. I was suddenly seeing him clearly for whom he was.

How did immature man function successfully as a pastor all these while? He was so in tuned in to his paranoia that he didn't even pay attention to my issues.
I stood rooted in place, shocked to my bones. His actions were unbelievable.

"Common Pastor," I tried to cajole him again, hoping to bring his aggressive nature under control. "See, I've only been a Christian for not more than a year. Without much knowledge about pastoring, how could I possibly take your church?"

I paused and waited for a reaction from him. When I didn't get any, I continued. "Its just that this vision was so terrifying and I thought it wise to intimate you."

He shook himself from head to toe, just like during NSPPD prayers when participants are instructed to shake the devil into the fire. It was so dramatic I almost busted out laughing. At least I was not his ailment and this was not even a prayer session.

"That your vision," he scowled, "you need to tell it to wait. Even the bible says the vision is yet for an appointed time, wait for it." He pointed viciously at me, "You sef, wait for your vision to mature. Don't come and use my church to test your vision."

I was completely thrown off by his enhanced ignorance. I turned to leave when he effortlessly succeeded in multiplying my confusion. But he turned and surprisingly walked back to me.

"And Brother Femi, please don't come back to my church." He stepped closer to my face, not minding that his very few members were busy watching. "Because, two visionaries can't be in the same church. It will pit your spirit against my spirit."

I nodded and a slow, almost inaudible "Your spirit?" Left my mouth, eye brows raised in more confusion.

His face light, followed by a wide grin. "Because, as you see, I know my Holy spirit. Thing is that," His eyes eyeballed mine suspiciously. "I don't know yours."

We held each other's gaze before I conceded with an audible " Okay." Slowly backing away from him.

He beamed, shoved himself closer, grabbing my shoulders gently. "Plus, Stay off my members!"

Defeated, I watched his feet thump away in anger.