Sleeping in the House of God

I woke up normally on Sunday morning, rush to the kitchen to prepare my favorite food which is Semo, then rush to the bathroom to bath.

I put on one of my nice suit ate my food, and left for the church service. Instead of boarding bus, I decided to trek to church to save the transport fare for another thing.

The journey took me about ninety minutes, I was already tired by the time I got to the church where the praise team were already thrilling the audience, I mean the worshippers with heavenly praises. I join them in the melody as I dance away my sorrow..........Praise the Lord.....the Pastor baritone envelope the atmosphere as we chorus Hallelujah......let us have our sit in the presence of God, the pastor continue and that was the last thing I heard......until I suddenly raised my hands up and the Pastor says "Hallelujah, come to the front of the alter, let the whole church pray for this young brother........it finally down on me when I realise what happen....."I had raised my hand when the Pastor says he needed five people to donate five millions Naira each to the church and I was the only one that raise my hand, which means that I had slept throughout the sermon time.

Well, I had no option, I stood up, use style and shamefully went out, and that was the last day I step my leg into that church.