Emmanuel Bible Church Great Falls Novels & Stories

Fear gripped Gabrielle, she remained on the chair with her gaze fixed on the stranger who had taken charge of her bed. "I'm not an electrician," Emma began. "My name is Emmanuel Paul, but my friends call me Emmanco P, the 'P' stands for Papa. I am the father of this lodge, the General Overseer. Na me dey enter the path of any girl wey enter this lodge first. Na because say I never cross ya path na im make all men just pipe low. Person don enter ya room? Emma asked. Gabrielle kept mute and continued staring at him.

“Okay, I’ll go to your church.” “I don’t want to pressure you.” “It’s okay.” That’s how Emma ended up going to attend a church service the next day. Before she entered the church, she had a feeling they would know that she was not a human, but no one found out, not even the pastor who claimed he could do miracles. The people were very lovely, thought. She could see why Andres liked to be there. The church was like one big happy family. Even Emma was tempted to stay in the city so she could be friends with all the nice church members.

She also knew that it was the right time for her to face the fear of driving. Emman was standing outside the gate of the house that had been his home for thirty days. At that moment he had to go back to Above. As far as he knows, he hasn't violated any of the rules given by the Leader, but he still can't ensure that he is a perfect angel. He would only know that when he was in Celes. But at that time he didn't know if he still wanted to be an angel He was only a few steps away from the opposite side of the house when a car suddenly stopped a few dips away from where he was standing. His heart seemed to stop beating when the person who was riding it came out

, father Cyprian said, and the congregation cheered in happiness for him. He stood up to address them, smiling from one ear to the other, “ praise be to our Lord Jesus Christ”, he said. “ Both now and forever”, the congregation responded, still smiling like teenage girls that were being fingered in the pussy. “ My name is father Emmanuel Mcman. I have been posted to this parish community as part of my apostolate, making it that this parish community has now become my family”, the people cheered are how heartwarming and eloquent he was. “ I know that with God on our side, that we will definitely bring the good news we possess to the whole world. I look forward to working with you”, he said an

Rhea Father Emmanuel was a kind man. That was the hardest part about it. He wasn’t cold or dismissive. He had offered us tea when we sat down and listened to everything we said with genuine attention and asked questions that showed he had actually heard us. And then he had folded his hands on the desk and looked at us with something that looked very much like regret. “I have prayed on this,” he said. “Genuinely and at length. And I have great respect for what you have built together. The love in this room is not something I question.”

Shisha. There was no doubt they must have seen her as a cub amongst lions, and Emily hated that. She was determined to prove to them that she was mature enough to make decisions like they do. “Oh, this is our church,” Grace had later said. “Our church?” Emily asked. “Yeah. Dave,” — Grace counted her fingers as she mentioned — “Ope, Jessica, Martin and I.” “Martin's here too?” Emily started looking over their heads. “He's probably upstairs.” Christ's Disciples Ministry was enormous, so Emily could understand why she hadn't seen Martin, or any of them for that matter.