In the Den by Grace Peter Umaru

 
In the Den by Grace Peter Umaru

AT THE DEN

Ayomi Ayomi Ayomii!!
I jerked up still yelling Ayomi's name, I had no idea what was going on with me. I touched my clothes and I was so wet like I I've been in a pool or something. My heart kept on pounding and beating thrice its normal speed.
I could not understand what was going on because the last thing I remember was.....

I and Ayomi my friend went out to have fun with some of our friends which we met recently. We didn't know that they were not who we thought they were.
We can remember sitting at a table with them in a lounge with a pure heart, taking this nice drink they offered to us.
But The next thing was that we saw ourselves in this very dark place and everyone there was masked up so we didn't know if they were part of them or not.
“Bring her in!” A huge man said as the other boys pulled me like a piece of trash right to his front...
The place where I was led to was somewhat like hell based on the picture of it I had on my head.
There were skulls and bones of every kind scattered all around the place, blood handprints all over the wall.
Then I raised up my head to see this huge man holding a dagger and looking like a hungry lion just so ready to devour anything.
I felt my life running out of me because that was such a death zone I had already thought I was dead and in hell.
One of the guys said “oga na she be this you like her?
The boss made me stand up, he looked at me with so much disgust from head to toe circling me and using the dagger to rub my body.
Then he took a step backward and said “no the other one don do me”
I felt a little bit relieved but I still wondered what would be my fate.
The boss's voice cut me off my thoughts.
“But bring her come make she see wetin dey sup for here”
“Follow him! The guys screamed pushing me violently.
He opened up a curtain and went inside and I followed. immediately I entered into that place my breath cut short. I screamed unconsciously and was slapped to keep shut.
Where we entered was much scarier than the other one. The place was so hot I felt like that was the depth of hell.
I saw this erection in the middle of the room of an average length with burning fire on it and someone tied with ropes was on the floor screaming and gasping for breath.
They quickly carried the lady that was tied and placed her into the fire and the boss kept on increasing the fire as they all stood around the altar and were chanting.
I seemed to recognize the lady, I struggled to see and after a while, I realized that it was my friend Ayomi!

Ayomi, Ayomi, Ayomi!!!
I was screaming while I returned back to reality.
I saw myself tied in ropes, I realized that what I saw was a vision I was thanking God it wasn't real until I saw them carry Ayomi into the same place I saw in my dreams.


Immediately I started praying I remembered my Bible thought me that we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against principalities and powers.
Though it was looking physical I knew that what could get me out of there isn't going to be physical.
I kept on praying then Leviticus 6:12 dawned on me.
 
The fire on the altar shall be kept burning on it. It shall not go out, but the priest shall burn wood on it every morning, and he shall lay out the burnt offering on it, and offer up in smoke the fat portions of the peace offerings on i
So I aggressively screamed and said: When Jesus died on the cross for me He took away my sins and gave His blood atonement for my sins
He made me a priest because I can now enter into the holies of holies and as I priest I have not allowed my altar to go out. And only the altar that Jesus establishes can stand not any other one!
Therefore I stand upon the altar of Jesus He being the chief high priest and I pull down every altar that stands without Jesus in it.

In the mighty name of Jesus!
I didn't know where such boldness came from but after saying Amen I could see how the whole place was trembling and they all turned to me.
As they did, their altar inside began to crumble and as a result, the whole place began to catch fire.
I and Ayomi were able to loosen ourselves amidst the chaos and we were able to run out and God helped us to find our way back home.



AFTERWORD
One of the reasons why I was able to pray in that place was because I kept my altar burning. Whoever keeps his/her own altar burning will be able to pull down every other one that is not of God. This altar we speak about is your personal meeting point with God not really a physical erection.
Keep your altar burning by spending more time with God so that you will be able to stand against every negative altar in your life!
 
Keep on adding more fire and never let the fire go down!


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