How I Became the Most Wanted Man in Church History
After our Saturday church practice, I made what I thought was a harmless decision: I carried the church keys home.
Little did I know, I wasn't carrying just keys... I was carrying the entire Sunday service in my pocket.
Later that evening, a friend convinced me to step out for "just a short while." Well, that short while had other plans.
By the time I got home, I was exhausted. I tossed my phone aside, switched off the noise of the world, and within minutes, I was sleeping like someone who had paid all their debts.
The next thing I knew, it was noon.
I picked up my phone and nearly met my ancestors.
Hundreds of missed calls! The church leadership had been looking for me everywhere. The worship team was calling. The elders were calling. I'm convinced even the Bishop had already received a full intelligence report about my greatest church crime.
Meanwhile, the congregation had arrived on time. Praise and worship was supposed to begin. The preacher was ready. The choir had probably warmed up their voices.
But the church doors remained firmly shut.
People stood outside waiting... because of me.
That day, I learnt that church keys are not just keys. They carry responsibility, prayers, announcements, the offering basket, and an entire Sunday programme.