Man of God
“This…this is not salvation.” Pastor Bakora said. “It is salvation.” The Man said with a wry smile. “No. It’s damnation. You are damning me to your evil ways. I won’t let you, in Jesus’s name. Only God gets to decide my fate.” “Well, then, good sir, if God truly cared for you, why would those men out there easily gain access to your compound? Shouldn’t it be surrounded by the blood of Jesus to keep evil out?” “This is a test. Yes, this is a test, a test of my faith from the Most High. Like he tested Job and Jesus in the desert.” Pastor Bakora said, cackling as he sank to his knees and raised his eyes to the sky, his face contrite, his eyes animated in the exuberance of someone who had seen his salvation. “I am ready, Father! To sit by your right-hand side!” He shouted to the heavens. The guest chuckled as he watched Pastor Bakora in amusement. “You overestimate yourself, my good friend,” The Man said. “Because the 411, as you humans call it these days, in this part o...
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