THE SECRET POWER BEHIND MY CHURCH
Confession of a Pastor: I control everyone at church and they follow me like they are sheep
I never thought I’d confess this, but the truth has been haunting me for years. I was not always a powerful man of God. In fact, I was just a struggling pastor with a small congregation that was slowly dying out. No one came to my services anymore, and I felt invisible — until I took a trip that changed everything.
In 2017, I was invited to a pastors’ conference in Malawi. But what I went there for had nothing to do with God. I had heard whispers about a powerful witch doctor deep in the rural parts of Mchinji, known for giving pastors “spiritual authority.” They said he could make people fall under your control — to believe in everything you say, to bring their money, to obey your voice, and to follow you like sheep.
When I found him, he already knew my name. He told me that the only way to gain the gift of controlling minds and drawing crowds was to accept a spiritual companion — a spirit that takes the form of a snake. It would live with me, unseen by ordinary eyes, and feed off the energy of my followers. In return, I would never lack money or fame.
He performed a strange ritual that night. I still remember the heavy smell of herbs and the sound of drums echoing through the dark forest. When the ritual was complete, I felt something cold wrap around my leg — and from that moment, my life changed.
When I came back to South Africa, my church began to grow at an unbelievable rate. People who had never believed in God suddenly couldn’t stay away from my services. They would collapse, cry, and say they felt a “spiritual force” pulling them closer. They brought their savings, cars, and even land titles as offerings. I started appearing on local radio stations and television. Everyone called me anointed — but the truth was darker than that.
Every time I stood on the pulpit, I could feel the presence of the snake. It whispered in my ear, telling me what to say and how to make the crowd believe. It fed on their energy — their luck, their ideas, their joy — and gave me strength in return. I watched as some of my brightest members began losing focus, quitting jobs, and becoming dependent on the church for everything. The more they weakened, the stronger I became.
I started having strange dreams too. The snake would appear, warning me that it needed to “feed” often or else it would turn against me. Each time I ignored it, things would go wrong — church members would fight, donations would drop, or I’d fall ill. So I learned to obey the spirit. I started performing midnight rituals in my office, pouring milk and honey on the floor as an offering to keep it calm.
Now, years later, I’m writing this because I’m tired. I’ve seen what this power does. It doesn’t give — it takes. My followers are no longer the same. Their faces look empty, their dreams dead. I’ve turned a house of prayer into a feeding ground for something I can’t even fully control anymore.
To every person who ever sat under my preaching — forgive me. You gave me your faith, but I gave your souls to something else. I thought I was using the power for God’s work, but it was never from God.
And to the pastors reading this who are tempted to seek quick fame — be careful where you go when the congregation gets small. Not every light you see in Malawi’s forests is holy.
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