We didn’t just move people from one bus stop to another…
We moved souls from darkness to light.
Free bus ride. Free snacks.
And many gave their lives to Jesus.
This is what the Gospel looks like on the streets. 🚍✨
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My apostle has changed his picture after 10yrs!!!!🔥🤣🤣🤣❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Again see line up!!!!😭😭😭😭🔥🔥🔥
Abuja is about to tear!!!!
Make una Epp me thank God eeeeee
PASTOR, I AM AFRAID FOR YOU ... PART ONE
I am afraid for you, Pastor.
Yes… you who now stand before men,
But have not stood before GOD.
You who still gather crowds, but live in Immorality.
I have no rebuke for you only a burden.
For I have seen your kind in the Spirit.
Men who were once flames…
Now they are ashes…
But their church still grows.
And that is the terror.
You preach… but not from the altar.
You fast… but only for platforms.
You pray… but only when you are scheduled.
You cry… but only when honorariums are low.
You have learned ministry.
But you have lost priesthood.
And I weep.
Because GOD no longer waits when you speak.
HE no longer records when you preach.
You are trending on earth but forgotten in the Spirit.
I have watched you raise sons.
But they are sons of your ambition, not sons of His altar.
You laid hands… but your hands were not clean.
You taught prayer… but you have not travailed in years.
You say, “GOD Is using me.”
But I ask you: What version of you?
The one He called?
Or the one you built?
Oh, Pastor... be careful.
“I never knew you…” (Matthew 7:23)
He was not speaking to rebels.
He was speaking to preachers.
Men who did miracles.
Men who cast out devils.
Men who built churches.
But their ministry became a mask,
Their platform became a veil,
And their gift became a stranger to the GOD who gave it.
I fear for you.
Because your sermons are deep…
But your life is dry.
Your media team is excellent…
But your consecration is broken.
Your volunteers serve well…
But the God of the altar no longer visits you.
Return.
Before the oil finishes.
Before the Ark leaves.
Before your name is erased from the scrolls.
Because this is the hour where men are building Babels in GOD's name.
And the earth is clapping… while GOD Is grieving.
PASTOR, BE CAREFUL.
You are not a celebrity.
You are not a brand. You are a priest.
And if you forget that…
Then may your mouth be silent until your altar is rebuilt.
I am afraid for you.
I can't wait to get to Heaven🥹
I can't wait to see Jesus.
I can't wait to sing beautiful songs with the Angels, the people and the 24 Elders in Heaven
Heaven must be a Beautiful Place.
I'll get there, in Jesus Name.
Amen.