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When they got to the entrance of the church, a terrified gate man slammed the church gate shut in their face; he had thought a mob was coming to attack them. The gate man ran into the church building as the crowd shouted in vain for him to open the gate. Just when Melinda and Austin thought they had seen the worst, Simon slumped to the ground writhing in a horrifying fashion. A young man who could not bear the sight of Verah’s fading life scaled the church wall to open the gate. A man dressed in all white attire stooped to pick up Simon; Melinda wasn’t too far away from Simon, so she, just as a few others around Simon, joined to lift him from the ground.
When the man in all white attire raised his head, Melinda shouted and took off running. Some young men in the crowd construed Melinda as another victim of the mysterious attack taking down her friends and ran after her to seize her and bring her into the church whose gate had been opened. Austin joined the young men and went after Melinda. As the young men seized her and hurried to take her into the church, all Melinda could do was shout, pointing at the man in white outfit. Her shouting was incoherent. “What is it Melinda?” asked Austin. The rest of the crowd carried Verah and Simon into the church premises. The pastor of the church and some church leaders who were under the impression a mob had come to attack them, came out hoping to address the mob.
When the head pastor saw two fully grown adults in the throes of death, lying on the floor, he understood they were under no attack. He needed no invitation to pray, he sort of broke into prayers and the church leaders joined him. Outside the church premises, Austin had figured out who the man in white was. The man in white did not go into the church premises with some of the crowd; he stood outside as though waiting to leave with some people. The strange man in white attire was MICHAEL.
He had come to keep his promise to Simon and Verah. Austin glanced at his watch again and realized all they had to save Simon and Verah was one hour thirty-five minutes. He reasoned that if they could manage to keep Simon and Verah alive until the end of that time, then Michael may have to return to his grave without them. Austin convinced the young men who had grabbed Melinda to let go of her and led her into the church premises. Melinda could not remember the last time she prayed or took part in a religious gathering, but as soon as she got into the church compound, she was ready to pray down a storm to save her friends.
Austin had no religious affiliation or inclination, but the much he had seen that day had made a religious man out of him. He went down on his knees, ignoring Melinda who had somehow transformed into a prayer warrior, and mumbled, “God I have never known you or prayed to you all my life, but if you really are up there and you care for my friends and my soul, please end this now. Save my friends, and if you can’t, take me in their place.”
A hand rested on his shoulder and a voice said, “God doesn’t have to take you to save your friends. He has already taken someone for that purpose.” Austin’s eyes widened in shock, he could not fathom how someone else could have heard his prayer; he was praying under his breath. The voice which spoke to him was the young man who prayed for Verah earlier in the day. “How did you hear my words?” asked Austin. “Take that for a sign that God is real and he cares,” said the young man as he walked away.
Melinda didn’t see the young man come into the church premises, her eyes were tightly shut as she invoked all sorts of spiritual weapons to destroy the demonic power behind Michael’s mission. The young man went over to the man who was probably his senior pastor and whispered a few words into his ears. The senior pastor called the prayer to a stop and the young man was allowed the stage to pray for Simon and Verah. “Dear heavenly Father, I come to you…” The young man went into a longwinded prayer. When he was done with praying, the look of Simon and Verah didn’t seem like God had heard the prayer he said, and if he did, then the answer was being held up in some heavenly traffic.
Everyone present waited to see the miraculous happen. While they waited Austin moved closer to the gate to sneak a peek at the street to know if Michael was still there. His eyes darted about in search of him, without any sign of him on the street, hope swirled on his inside that perhaps the power of God had driven him off and saved his friends. The wait for Simon and Verah to wake from their stupor continued, and while the wait was on, much more people poured into the church premises.
The senior pastor turned his look at the young man, wondering why the two adults on the ground had not woken up. The young man didn’t flinch a bit, he was confident his God would prevail in that occasion. He asked some young men to bear the bodies of Simon and Verah into the church auditorium. Just when they bent down to carry them a voice was heard, “That won’t be necessary. They are mine now. I am here for their souls.”
The pastors and the crowd turned to see who that was, and it was Michael. Michael walked boldly over to the bodies of Verah and Simon and stooped to leave something on their bodies, but the young prayer warrior resisted him and asked, “And who made you a soul collector?” “Young preacher you won’t understand what this is all about. I suggest you step aside and let the sleeping dog lie,” replied Michael. “He is responsible for what happened to me friends! The man standing before you is a dead man!” shouted Melinda.
The crowd roared in fear and some ran out of the church compound. The young man charged at Michael and commanded him to leave in the name of Jesus. The people who remained behind could tell that some form of spiritual contest was about to take place, so they waited eagerly for it. Most people in the crowd had their smart phones in their hands, snapping and recording the event. However, much to the disappointment of the crowd, Michael turned and walked away at the command of the young preacher.
Much later in the night, Simon and Verah woke up amid a hot prayer session in the church house.
Four months after the recovery of Simon and Verah, Melinda got an sms which read, “Melinda, you should never have meddled with my business. From Michael.” When Austin read the message, he wondered to himself, “Are you sure this Michael was ever dead. What if he has all along been working with the Iranian witchdoctor? What if all this was a ploy to kill his friends for a hidden purpose in a manner the police won’t ever suspect him? Who would suspect a dead man for killing his friends? What if he was the one offering sacrifices with his friends for ‘The Riches of the Dead’?” “Babe you know what, let us pay someone to dig up Michael’s grave, maybe he is not the one in that grave,” Austin said to a bewildered Melinda.
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