Confession of a Pastor : The Dark Journey to Power. Hello brothers and sisters, welcome to another episode here on Wild African Confessions Blog.
In this episode, we bring to you a confession of a man who is full of regret, and is dying inside. This man is no mean person than a pastor who was once, in his life, respected by so many. Little did they know that behind the very essence of the miracles he performs is the devil.
The Confession
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The Dangers of Desperation | Confession of a Pastor
Indeed, I will hammer on this statement that I always say. The fact is that when you are too desperate to make it in life, you will miss the mark, which will make you take certain decisions that will later come back to hurt you.
Listening to our brother, he had this burning desire in him from the word go, which I would say is good. But if you don’t learn how to control that desire, it will lead you to do things that, on the face value, you might not see anything wrong with. Until it starts to hurt you and sometimes your whole family.
The Impact of Jail | Confession of a Pastor
He talked about the fact that he went to jail together with two other people for crimes they had no idea of. Instead of the prison system being a place of correction, it rather serves as a place of destruction.
He is not the only person who has come out of this prison system and is saying similar things about our prison systems.
Choose Your Associations Wisely
At this point, with what we do, I do have to say to you, our listeners and subscribers, to be very honest and careful with the kind of people you associate with.
If you listen to him, he went about looking for money through these means because of the kind of people he later associated himself with.
The Devil’s Presence in Everyday Life
Please let us wake up and know that the devil is right inside anyone that comes close to us. He can use anything and anyone to get to us. It doesn’t matter if he or she is a pastor, doctor, teacher, or any other person. He can even use your own family members to make you miss your mark.
The Temptations of Money and Fame
I always find it strange how far a person is willing to go just because of money and fame. Please don’t let your current situation push you into the wrong hands. I am begging you, I know what I am talking about.
Share Your Thoughts
Please let us hear your thoughts in the comment section. I had so much to talk about, but I will restrain myself from talking. I don’t know how to even put what I feel right now across to you.
The Purpose of These Stories
Like I always say, these are not just stories for the sake of telling stories. They’re meant for us not to make the same mistakes our brothers and sisters are making. That’s why we share these stories with you.
Community Engagement
Just like we always do in this house, please let us also hear from you, our beautiful family members. Let’s listen to your views, concerns, and comments in the comments section.
Raising Awareness
Yes, just as we are here to share with ourselves what is going on out there, we bring these conversations to you, our family members, to help our innocent brothers and sisters realize what is happening out there that they may not have any idea about.
Making Informed Decisions | Confession of a Pastor
So that they can make their own decisions going forward in their day-to-day activities.
I just hope that we honestly take the important lessons from these stories, to better our lives and decisions.
Stay blessed and be safe. Thanks for being a part of this growing family. Kindly share your thoughts with us in the comment section below. And if you are new here, please subscribe, like, and share.
Confession of a Shepherd: The Lure of Dark Powers
As I sit here, the weight of my choices pressing heavily on my heart, I feel compelled to share the truth that has haunted me for far too long. I am Pastor Samuel, a man who once stood firmly in faith, guiding my congregation with unwavering conviction. But beneath the surface of my ministry lies a dark secret—a descent into the abyss fueled by ambition and a desire for power.
The Beginning of the Descent
It began innocently enough, with a conversation that sparked curiosity and ignited a hunger within me.
The State of the Church | Confession of a Pastor
You see, our church once thrived on the principles of love, compassion, and community. The small wooden building had been a sanctuary for many, a place where hope flourished and faith blossomed.
At this time of the ministry, everything was going well. Even though I wouldn’t say that we were getting enough money to do the things that we had set out to, we were always happy and believed the good Lord would bring in support and help to push the ministry high.
The Turning Point
But as the years passed, the tides began to turn. Attendance dwindled, and the vibrancy that had once filled our services faded into echoes of what was. Things that we had hoped and prayed for gradually seemed to be something that we could not achieve with the way things were going.
The Challenges Faced
The reasons were manifold: economic hardships in our town. You see, the town where the church was situated had a lot of people who were really undergoing so much hardship and problems, to name a few.
And so, a lot of the families in the town were moving away in search of better opportunities. Again, there seemed to be the rise of larger, and more charismatic churches that drew people away from our humble congregation.
The Feeling of Abandonment | Confession of a Pastor
This was as a result of people always getting results and answers to the prayers, which was the reason why they would go to those churches. And it seemed as though God had abandoned us. And He was not showing interest in anything that we were doing.
Struggling with Despair | Confession of a Pastor
Every Sunday, when I returned home from church, I would come and cry my heart out. This is because each and every Sunday, I would stand before a dwindling crowd. When it happens like that, my heart would always be heavy with the knowledge that our numbers were shrinking.
I could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on me like a leaden cloak. I tried to inspire them with messages of hope and perseverance, but deep down, I felt like a fraud.
The Weight of Leadership
Here was a man preaching about faith while my own faith was faltering. And I didn’t think twice about it. But because of desperation, I would go and stand before the congregation and then talk about faith and why there is the need for us to wait upon His own time.
Financial Struggles
The financial strain was palpable. We struggled to pay our bills, let alone maintain the old building that had seen better days. The roof leaked during storms, and the pews creaked under the weight of time.
I found myself making desperate calls to local businesses for donations, pleading for support to keep our doors open. But the more I sent in my plea, the more I was met with rejection.
The Impact of Rejection
Each rejection chipped away at my spirit, leaving me feeling isolated and defeated. I remember it even got to a time where I questioned God for bringing me to this point in the ministry and disgracing me like that.
I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, the church, and even to the extent of the general congregation. What really broke me and even the entire leadership team at the time was the fact that we were faced with an even greater threat: the looming possibility of losing our land.
The Importance of the Church Property
The church property was a modest piece of land, but it held tremendous significance for our community and the entire congregation. Even though I had started the church, and I wasn’t too old, the church had seen so many memorable activities there.
It was where marriages were celebrated, where children were baptized, and where we gathered in times of sorrow and joy. Yet, as debts mounted and attendance dwindled, I couldn’t pay for the rent of the land that we had the church on.
Personal Struggles
Even my house rent issues, I couldn’t afford to settle, and not to talk of the church land. The landowner came to me one evening and told me that if I fail to pay…
Him at the end of the year, all the money we owe him, he will be forced to sell the land to someone who was interested in the land.
I didn’t blame him because our lease had expired, and he had given us enough chance to settle the payment. But because we didn’t have enough, we had not been able to sort him.
So, what he told me meant that we had just a little over 4 months to get him his money or stand the chance of losing the land and the church as well.
The Unbearable Thought of Losing Everything
The thought of losing our church, our home was unbearable. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a precipice, watching everything I had worked for slip through my fingers.
Personal Struggles with My Wife
You see, I will not say this as an attempt to downplay my wife in any way possible, no. In the midst of this turmoil, my personal life began to unravel as well. My wife, Martha, grew increasingly disillusioned with our circumstances.
She had once been my rock, but as our financial struggles intensified, so did her frustration and despair. Our conversations turned into arguments; she felt abandoned by a husband who was consumed by his failures. I could actually see the fears in her eyes each day when we sat to talk. And it always broke my heart.
I could sense her disappointment in my inability to provide stability for our family. The love we once shared began to fray at the edges, and I feared losing her as much as I feared losing the church.
The Testing Season
The whole thing is that sometimes things do happen so that you can be tested. It was during this dark season of my life that Ezekiel entered the picture. He used to be someone I knew from when we started ministry.
But for some reasons, we lost contact when he had moved to the city to pursue his own calling.
The Arrival of Ezekiel
Ezekiel appeared like a mirage in the desert of my desperation. He approached me one evening after one particularly disheartening service when only a handful of congregants had shown up.
He approached me, and we went to sit for a discussion, at least to get in touch and find out how his ministry had been doing all these years that he had been there.
The Allure of Dark Power
During our conversation, his eyes glinted with an unsettling intensity as he spoke of miracles—real miracles—beyond the mundane healing I had performed through prayer and faith.
Ezekiel introduced himself as someone who had access to ancient powers, forces that could amplify my gifts as a man of God. The allure was intoxicating; I envisioned my sermons drawing thousands, my influence spreading far beyond Harmony Grove. He painted a picture of grandeur, suggesting that true faith required sacrifices—sacrifices that would unlock the divine potential within me.
At first, I hesitated. I was a pastor—a shepherd entrusted with guiding my flock toward righteousness. But desperation clouded my judgment; I yearned for a way out of this pitiful existence. The thought of saving my church and restoring my family’s dignity became paramount. Ezekiel’s words echoed in my mind: “Imagine healing the sick, raising the dead, performing wonders.” I could almost hear the cheers of a revived congregation celebrating not just my return but the resurrection of our church.
The Dark Rituals Begin
The rituals began with simple incantations in the forest behind our church—a place where shadows danced beneath ancient trees. Each time I participated in these dark rites, I felt a surge of power coursing through me. Miracles manifested in ways I had never imagined; people flocked back to our church in droves after witnessing unexplainable healings and transformations.
The Hunger for Power
But with each miracle came an insatiable hunger for more—more power, more influence, more validation. The darkness crept deeper into my soul; each incantation echoed with the cries of those who had been sacrificed for my gain. My congregation looked at me with reverence while I felt increasingly hollow inside.
The First Bitter Sacrifice
The first sacrifice was a bitter pill to swallow. I had to part with my family Bible, a cherished heirloom that had guided me through countless trials. It felt like severing a lifeline to my faith, but Ezekiel assured me it was merely a stepping stone to greater things. As I relinquished it, I felt an unsettling shift within me—a momentary thrill mixed with an undercurrent of dread. The ritual was a simple incantation under the pale light of dawn in the depths of the forest, surrounded by shadows and whispers. I stood there, heart racing, as Ezekiel chanted words that felt foreign yet strangely familiar. The air crackled with energy, and for a fleeting moment, I sensed the presence of something far greater than myself.
Delving Deeper into Darkness
With each subsequent ritual, I delved deeper into darkness. I was initiated into a world where power came at a price—a price measured in both tangible offerings and pieces of my soul. The forest became my sanctuary and my prison; it was there that I learned to harness energies that should never have been touched by human hands. The rituals grew more elaborate and disturbing as I became ensnared in this web of ambition. I sacrificed not only my faith but also the trust of those who believed in me.
The Manifestation of Miracles
The miracles began to manifest—spectacular healings and unexplainable occurrences that left my congregation in awe. They looked at me with reverence, unaware of the darkness lurking behind my newfound abilities. Each miracle fed my ego and further distanced me from the man I once was. I reveled in their adoration while feeling increasingly hollow inside.
The Toll of My Actions
As time passed, however, the weight of my actions became unbearable. The rituals took a toll on my spirit; each incantation echoed with the cries of those who had been sacrificed for my gain. The faces of those who had suffered because of my choices haunted my dreams. I found myself standing at the precipice of despair, realizing that every miracle came at the cost of another’s pain—a truth too painful to confront.
The Struggle with Shame
Now, as I reflect on this dark journey, I understand why I have avoided speaking about it. Shame grips me like a vice; the fear of judgment prevents me from revealing the depths to which I’ve sunk. The man who once preached love and faith has become a vessel for darker forces, and the guilt weighs heavily on my conscience.
The Search for Redemption
I know now that true power lies not in manipulation or sacrifice but in humility and love for others. My path has led me astray, and while I can no longer undo what has been done, I hope that by sharing this confession, others may be spared from making the same choices. The allure of power is seductive, but it comes with a price that is far too steep.
I am still searching for redemption—hoping to reclaim the faith I once held dear and mend the brokenness within myself. It is a long road ahead, but perhaps through honesty and vulnerability, I can begin to heal and find my way back to the light.