Anjola sat beside her husband in the crowded church auditorium. People were crying and rolling on the floor as the pastor walked about laying hands on various heads.

A wave of remorse swept over Anjola as tears rolled down her eyes. The lead chorister was worshiping and the banner on the altar was a picture of Jacob in a trance with angels ascending and descending from heaven.

The pastor postrated on the floor and started speaking in tongues. Anjola poured out her heart to God in prayer and subconsciously held her husband's hand. 

Clarence just sat on the chair beside his wife mumbling words as he stared at the wall clock. The time was 1:45 pm. 

A few moments later, the pastor stood up and walked to the altar.

"The word of God is power," the pastor sighed, "His power eliminates and aborts impossiblity. Have you not heard, with God all things are possible… Who is your father?"

A woman in the back row shouted 'power' and some men of God were standing with their bible and jotters and nodding their heads in affirmation.

"However, like we discussed during the sermon, there are two major things that can guarantee God's power in your life after being born again. Oh yes, there's no cheat code, you have to be in God to attain power and there are different levels to power brethren."

The protocols in their black suits stood in front of the red altar with black shades and translucent wires. A couple of red and blue lights shone on stairs that led to the altar.

Clarence looked at the wall clock again. It was 2:00pm. Anjola was taking notes in her jotter. 

"The thing about power is it eliminates nonsense but there are two pillars of power. The first one is Sacrifice," the pastor looked into the crowd intently, "It is impossible to access realms of power without sacrifice, sacrifice is the foundational price of power. The power you lack shows the sacrifice you failed to sacrifice. Everytime you ask God for power, He points you to a sacrifice, is somebody listening to me?"

Anjola screamed 'power' and Clarence eyed her momentarily. 

"Media give me 2 Kings 3:26-27," the pastor said and the screen lit up with a bible verse. 

After reading the passage, the pastor continued, "See the King of Moab, he knew he was losing and he sacrificed his heir. Don't joke with sacrifice. The second pillar is impactation as can be seen in Acts 19:11-12 and 2 Kings 2:13-14."

Clarence touched Anjola's thigh but she shook him off. He shook his head and looked at the wall clock again, the time was 2:10pm.

"I thought your mum said they usually close early?" Clarence whispered to his wife who was still taking notes.

"We'll soon close. Today's anointing is powerful," Anjola replied and Clarence hissed.

"Why will you hiss?" Anjola whispered angrily, "Don't you fear God and His prophets?"

"Women are gullible. How many men have you seen in this church other than those pick mes standing up and down like flag?" Clarence asked tiredly.

"Respect God," Anjola warned but Clarence flagged her off.

"Mioku kuku rega, the spirit laid it in my heart, if you are here and you wish to deliver yourself from the economic crisis, come let me impact your life. The God that has been doing it for me is merciful. I have sown in dollars and reaped in dollars. Let the spirit lead and direct you," the pastor paused and took a deep breath.

"If you know you have not given your life to Christ, come to the altar because there is no way to gain power than from the source who can give it. If you still have a sugar zaddy or sugar mummies, God will not give you power. The impactation will not help you except you are saved…"

A chorister began to sing a lovely song and a few people walked down to the altar. Anjola was about to run out to the altar when Clarence held her back.

"Why did you stop me this man?" Anjola enquired.

"Is it every Sunday you will be repenting? What sin have you committed other than your small lies that grace hasn't covered? Are you not a child of God who strives in all your ways to be dedicated to your Father?" Clarence blatantly asked her.

Anjola rolled her eyes and sat down on her seat.

After the altar call, the pastor prayed for everyone and told them to stretch their handkerchiefs to receive power. After the prayers, the pastor blessed the congregation.

"God just laid it in my heart, if there be ten persons who can assist the church with the sum of ten million to complete our project at waterside, please come to the altar… ten persons," the pastor called.

A woman and her husband walked to the altar and knelt down, another man followed and another. 

"Jesus be praised. If you know the Lord has laid it in your heart, come forth… reba robo," the pastor continued.

Clarence looked at the wall clock again and the time was 2:50pm. He hissed. An elderly woman looked at him and he stifled the inkling to roll his eyes at her. 

"If you don't have up to that amount but the Lord has placed it in your heart to be a good servant, why not run up to the altar to make a pledge and watch how God will move in your life…"

A couple of people were rushing to the altar now.

"Even as low as thousand naira. Nothing is impossible for your Father…"

Anjola stood up from her seat and was about to go out when her husband dragged her hand and she sat back down. 

"Clarence, kini?" Anjola scoffed. 

"If God has built a thing, He will finish it. 'I will build my church and the gates of hell will not prevail against it', does that sound familiar? This man dey whine una," Clarence said with clasped hands.

"Clarence-," Anjola said as she stood up again.

"Don't you dare! If you want to give, there are many homeless people and orphans on the road that your money can help. When you look this church so, does it look like they lack anything infrastucturally?"

Anjola shook her head and looked ahead.

A few minutes later, they stepped out of the church hand-in-hand.

"Anjola," someone called from behind the couple.

They turned and saw a short woman whose lips were painted with black and brown lipstick. Anjola hugged her.

"It's been a while you came to church. Congratulations omomi, your cousin told me you married last year," the woman said while examining Clarence, "You married someone from Winners, bah?"

"Honey boo, meet Mrs. Omoile, my Sunday school teacher in teenage class. Mrs Omoile, this is my husband Clarence," Anjola replied.

Clarence bowed slightly and the woman just nodded her head.

"Will you not see daddy before you go?" Mrs. Omoile asked Anjola whose heels were throbbing.

"Another time ma," Anjola said after sneaking a glance at Clarence.

"It was nice to meet you ma," Clarence said and led his wife away.

"Remember this thing I want to say; Wicked people and church, five and six!" Clarence whispered to his wife while they walked to the parking lot.