POPULAR PASTOR Burns BIBLES Every Sunday | If Only They Knew Why
The Burning Bibles of Pastor Abel
In a small town, Pastor Abel was a figure of awe and mystery, known as the man of God who never used the same Bible twice. Unlike other pastors, he never asked for tithes or offerings, yet his church, Restoration Fire Chapel, overflowed with miracles. The blind saw, the barren conceived, and the broken found hope. But his peculiar ritual—burning the Bible he preached with every Sunday—set tongues wagging and hearts questioning. As flames consumed the holy pages, some whispered it was to protect their sanctity; others feared a darker truth.
The story began with Musa, a blind beggar known to all, who sat by the market gate for years. A young boy, Jonah, urged him to visit Pastor Abel’s church, promising miracles where others had failed. Reluctantly, Musa agreed. That Sunday, as Abel’s calm voice filled the simple chapel, he declared, “Someone who has never seen light, today light will find you.” Placing his faded Bible on Musa’s eyes, Abel prayed. Suddenly, Musa screamed, tore off his glasses, and wept, “I can see!” The church erupted in joy, but outside, Abel knelt, poured fuel on the Bible, and set it ablaze, leaving the crowd to wonder.
Miracles multiplied. Ruth, a woman trapped in an agonizing 11-month pregnancy, was carried to Abel’s church. After hours of prayer, she delivered healthy twins—a boy and a girl—amid shouts of praise. Yet again, Abel burned the Bible used that day. The town buzzed with awe, and the chapel grew into a grand church, funded by grateful worshippers. People flocked from afar, their burdens lifted—cripples walked, the mad found peace, and families reunited. But the ritual of burning Bibles persisted, becoming an accepted oddity.
Then came a fateful Sunday, brimming with miracles: a madman calmed, a deaf girl heard, a crippled boy walked. The church roared with celebration, but Abel, as always, prepared to burn his Bible. He entrusted it to Samuel, his usher, who succumbed to temptation. Believing the Bible held miraculous power, Samuel swapped it with his own, hiding Abel’s in his bag. Abel, unaware, burned the decoy Bible, and the crowd dispersed, none the wiser.
The next morning, terror struck. Blackbirds swarmed the church, covering the altar and roof, their presence chilling the town. Men raced to Abel’s home, shouting warnings of evil. Inside, they found horror: the ashes of Abel’s three children scattered on the floor, consumed as if by the same fire that claimed his Bibles. Grace, Abel’s wife, wailed, accusing him: “You said burning them would keep us safe!” Abel confessed a chilling truth. He was never called by God. Once an usher under Pastor Adam, he defied warnings and struck a dark deal with a rival pastor. Each Sunday, a mysterious Bible appeared on his altar, to be used once and burned, or disaster would follow. His children were the covenant’s price—only three allowed, with every subsequent pregnancy lost.
The town’s joy turned to rage. The police arrested Abel and Grace, sealing the once-glorious church. Samuel, trembling, held the stolen Bible, its weight like a curse. The town shunned it, whispering of death. Months later, Pastor Adam addressed the shaken community, lamenting Abel’s deception: “If God did not send you, don’t go. When you walk into fire pretending it’s light, you’ll get burned.”
This tale warns of the dangers lurking behind false miracles and the heavy cost of tampering with forces beyond understanding.
