13-12-2017, 05:15 AM
Good Morning pastor Bankole, I really don't know what to make of this dream/encounter it was weird.
I was in this interdenominational church - the way they dress, praised, preach, and pray was was typical to different church denomination.
First was the praise, then come in a man dressed in white garment who mounted the pulpit and raised tough prayer points and eventually left for an elderly preacher(also dressed in white garment).
The elderly man had hardly mounted the pulpit when he started ministering, "I want us all to rise on our feet as who sing this song of worship onto the lord, this is not the kind of song you sing sitting down - you need to sing it with all concentration (at this point I noticed people struggling to their feet some cripple etc).
From somewhere came the voice of a young man also dressed in white garment(actually he preceded the elderly man like an acolyte) raising the song, "Gba gbogbo Ogo ooo, Jesu mi ooo, tie niii!"
It was not much the song but the sonorous voice of the singer - it was like that of a crying babe laced with brass Sax capable of melting the hardest of heart. I don't even know when my knees gave way as I knee to wave and praise along.
As the congregation sang the song along, acolyte then switch to praising God in his many names, "Oba nla, Alagbada ina, gbanigbani tin gbani, oke nla lehin onigbagbo, emi tin je emi ni etc.
It was just too much for me to bear as I could feel myself opening up and my spirit being elevated. ...but then come this vibration in my ears. It was just increasing like my ear drums were about to burst. I had to literally forced myself out of the revelry as I roll out of bed and landed on the rug!
I was in this interdenominational church - the way they dress, praised, preach, and pray was was typical to different church denomination.
First was the praise, then come in a man dressed in white garment who mounted the pulpit and raised tough prayer points and eventually left for an elderly preacher(also dressed in white garment).
The elderly man had hardly mounted the pulpit when he started ministering, "I want us all to rise on our feet as who sing this song of worship onto the lord, this is not the kind of song you sing sitting down - you need to sing it with all concentration (at this point I noticed people struggling to their feet some cripple etc).
From somewhere came the voice of a young man also dressed in white garment(actually he preceded the elderly man like an acolyte) raising the song, "Gba gbogbo Ogo ooo, Jesu mi ooo, tie niii!"
It was not much the song but the sonorous voice of the singer - it was like that of a crying babe laced with brass Sax capable of melting the hardest of heart. I don't even know when my knees gave way as I knee to wave and praise along.
As the congregation sang the song along, acolyte then switch to praising God in his many names, "Oba nla, Alagbada ina, gbanigbani tin gbani, oke nla lehin onigbagbo, emi tin je emi ni etc.
It was just too much for me to bear as I could feel myself opening up and my spirit being elevated. ...but then come this vibration in my ears. It was just increasing like my ear drums were about to burst. I had to literally forced myself out of the revelry as I roll out of bed and landed on the rug!
