Pastor Stops Wedding When He Noticed Something Strange With The Bride 

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The Unseen Threat

In the quiet town of Umans, Pastor Ayula was more than just a spiritual leader; he was a guardian of the community’s well-being. With over 25 years of preaching under his belt, he was known for his deep connection to prayer and his ability to see beyond the surface. His calm demeanor and penetrating gaze made it feel as if he could read the secrets hidden within the hearts of his congregation.

On a sunny Saturday morning, Pastor Ayula stood in his office, peering through the glass window into the church hall. Everything was set for the wedding of Czecher Obi, the son of Chief and Madam Obobi, and his stunning bride, Adiz. The flowers were arranged beautifully along the aisle, and the choir was warming up their voices. The excitement outside was palpable; the whole town had been anticipating this grand event.

As he prepared to step into the ceremony, a heavy feeling settled in his chest, like a stone pressing down. He paused, turning to Brother MBA, the church’s head of security, who had just walked by. “Are you all right?” MBA asked, noticing the pastor’s unusual silence.

“Yes, just thinking,” Pastor Ayula replied, though he felt a deep concern gnawing at him, particularly regarding the bride. He recalled their premarital counseling sessions, where Adiz had been polite yet distant, her soft-spoken nature leaving an unsettling silence in the room. During the rehearsal, he had noticed her grip on Czecher’s hand was unnaturally tight, as if she was holding on to control rather than love.

Now, as the choir began to sing and the guests turned to the back of the church, the atmosphere shifted. When the doors opened, Adiz appeared in her stunning white gown, a vision of beauty that seemed to freeze time. But as she walked down the aisle, the air around her felt different. The temperature dropped, and the choir’s harmonies faltered. Pastor Ayula’s heart raced; something was off.

He focused on Adiz’s mouth, which moved silently. She wasn’t singing or praying; she was whispering something he couldn’t hear. His breath caught when her eyes met his, and a chilling whisper echoed in his mind: “If you bless this union, blood will be on your hands.”

Alarmed, Pastor Ayula stepped back, gripping his Bible tightly. He needed to act. “Please call Mama Czecher from the front row,” he instructed Brother MBA, who nodded and hurried away. As Adiz reached the altar, her expression was fixed, beautiful yet unbreakable.

“Shall we begin?” Pastor Ayula asked, trying to maintain composure.

“Yes, sir,” Czecher replied, beaming. “Yes, Pastor,” Adiz echoed, her voice sweet but her hands trembling slightly.

Pastor Ayula opened his mouth to begin the welcome prayer, but instead, he closed the Bible. “I need to speak with the bride and groom alone. Just for a moment.”

Gasps filled the church. Czecher looked confused. “Sir, what’s wrong?”

“Just a moment,” Pastor Ayula repeated firmly. He turned to Adiz. “Is there anything at all you feel you should confess? Anything you need to say before I join you together?”

Adiz blinked, her calm demeanor faltering. “I don’t understand, sir. This is our wedding day.”

“Then why are your hands shaking?” he pressed.

“I’m just nervous,” she stammered, dropping her hands to her sides.

The pastor took a step closer. “Please place your right hand on the Bible.” She hesitated but complied. As he placed his hand over hers, he prayed softly, “Father, in the name of Jesus, if there is any darkness in this heart, let it be exposed.”

Adiz pulled her hand away quickly. “I don’t think this is necessary,” she protested, her voice trembling now.

“Why are your hands shaking?” he asked again, his tone steady.

“I’m just nervous!” she insisted, but the pastor could see the fear in her eyes.

“Then let me ask you again. Are you sure there’s nothing hiding in your heart?”

Adiz looked away, then back at him, her expression shifting from defiance to fear. “I—I’m not hiding anything,” she stuttered, but her voice lacked conviction.

Mama Czecher entered the room just then. “What’s going on?” she asked, concern etched on her face.

“Pastor, this is our wedding day!” Adiz exclaimed, her voice rising.

“I need to know the truth,” Pastor Ayula said, unwavering. “There’s something dark surrounding this union.”

Adiz’s face paled. “That’s not true!”

“Then why were your lips moving when you walked down the aisle?”

“I was praying!” she shot back.

“What words were you saying?”

Adiz hesitated. “I was asking God for strength.”

“Strength for what?”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Czecher stood up. “This is getting too much. Pastor, I don’t understand what you’re doing. This is my wedding day!”

“Because I saw her lips move,” Pastor Ayula interrupted gently, “and I heard a whisper that said, ‘If you bless this union, blood will be on your hands.’”

Czecher froze. “What do you mean?”

Adiz laughed nervously. “That’s not possible. You must have imagined it.”

The pastor’s voice was calm but firm. “No, Adiz. Darkness avoids the light.”

A knock interrupted them. Brother MBA entered with urgency. “Sir, Mama Czecher is waiting at the back as you asked. Should I bring her in?”

Pastor Ayula nodded. “Please.”

When Mama entered, her face showed clear worry. “Pastor, what is this delay?”

“Before we continue, I need you to speak freely. When you first met Adiz, what did you feel?”

Mama hesitated but finally answered, “I tried to keep quiet because I didn’t want to spoil anything. But something about her always troubled me. She was too careful, too perfect.”

“Did you ever ask about her family?”

“She changed the topic every time,” Mama replied.

Pastor Ayula turned back to Adiz. “You’ve been hiding something, haven’t you?”

Adiz’s smile faded. “No! I love Czecher!”

“Then why were your lips moving?”

Adiz dropped her head. “I was just nervous!”

“Then let me ask you again. Who sent you here?”

Silence filled the room. Adiz’s eyes widened. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Czecher looked at her, confused and hurt. “What is he trying to pull out of you?”

“I don’t know,” she shouted, her voice cracking. “I’m not hiding anything!”

Suddenly, she dropped to the floor, her head in her hands. “I didn’t want it to go this far. I was just supposed to get close. That’s all.”

The room froze. Czecher stepped back. “Get close to do what?”

“I didn’t plan to love you!” she cried. “I was just supposed to marry you and…”

“Start falling into what?” Czecher asked, his voice rising.

Adiz looked up at him, broken. “You were the next target.”

Pastor Ayula slowly sat down. “Your wedding is over.”

Adiz didn’t argue. She just sat there, her veil slipping off, her dream shattered.

Brother MBA entered the room. “We need to call the police,” he said urgently.

Pastor Ayula stood up. “No. We need to pray first.”

They gathered in a circle, holding hands. “Father, we come to you for protection and clarity,” the pastor prayed. “Expose every darkness in this room.”

As they prayed, a loud noise came from outside. A car drove up, and footsteps echoed.

“Someone’s here,” Brother MBA whispered.

They rushed to the window and peeked outside. A figure stood by the gate, tall and dark, wearing a black cap. The figure looked around and then ran back to a waiting car.

“They know we’re here!” Brother MBA said.

Pastor Ayula took a deep breath. “We need to move quickly.”

Later that evening, the pastor and his team planned their next steps. They knew the threat was real, and they needed to act before more lives were lost.

As the sun set over Umans, the pastor stood at the altar once more, reflecting on the events of the past few days. The weight of the world felt heavy on his shoulders, but he knew he had to protect his congregation.

“Lord, give me strength,” he whispered. “Help me find the truth and protect those who are vulnerable.”

With renewed determination, Pastor Ayula prepared to confront the darkness that threatened his community, ready to fight for the truth, no matter the cost.

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