CKN Shares His Experience At Mountain Of Fire And Miracles Church (MFM)

You all know this CKN guy that has practically visited all the major and controversial churches in Nigeria.
 He visited COZA, Tunde Bakare and Chris Okoti's church, this time he visited MFM and had this to say:

I have visited several Churches.. Among which were Kris Okotie’s Household of God, Tunde Bakare’s Latter Rain Assembly, Pastor Fatoyinbo’s COZA Church Abuja.  

I have also attempted to visit T B Joshua’s Synagogue. I know for sure that I have worshipped at Winners Chapel as well as several parishes of Redeemed Christian Church of God but nothing prepared me for the visit to Mountain of Fire Mission today. 

For several years I have nursed the idea of attending this Church. The reasons were not far fetched. Even on my street, there is a local branch of the Church that commands fire and brimstone at every single minute. I made up my mind that if I ever attend MFM, definitely it will be at the Church Headquarters along Lagos Ibadan expressway. 

Well, today I braced the odds and decided to pitch my tenth with MFM HQ in Abuja located at Utako area of the city. The church is a massive four-storey building located directly opposite Chisco Motors Park, Utako. It is also a few meters from another Church, TREM.  

Arriving the venue was easy but just as expected there was no parking space. The whole vicinity has been taken over by exotic cars stretching over 500 meters. A section of the road leading from Jabi Park towards Berger roundabout has been blocked to traffic by FRSC vehicles to accommodate several cars. I had to make do with parking at the new ultra modern Utako Market for a fee. That done, I trekked the remaining length of my journey by foot.  

 At the gate, three stern looking fully armed soldiers were on guard. A pick up van filled with policemen was also there. At the main entrance were regularly security of the church armed with bomb dictator hand metals. Search was brief. I made my way to the main hall, it was filled to the brim. I was directed to the first floor, that was also filled to capacity, I finally found a seat on the second floor. 

The sermon of the day was already on. The man of God was preaching on the Blessing of Giving (GENEROSITY). I entered at the point when he was making example of his university days abroad on a scholarship.  

According to him, while his mates were using their money to ship cars to Nigeria for sale, he was using his to take care of the poor and needy. Today according to him, he is far far better than all of them. Infact he gave an example of one of them who recently was afflicted by illness and was brought to him on a wheel chair. After taking a look at him, the holy spirit told him that it was too late for the friend. He asked them to take him to a hospital and within days, the guy was dead. 

He also spoke about a man that was so poor that he gave his only egg as an offering to a man of God who initially refused to accept it but was asked by the Holy spirt to collect it. Weeks and months later, that generosity made him to become the biggest poultry farmer in his country. 

Someone sowed his only Jeep one day and was later rewarded with so much blessing. He went on and on again. The totality of his preaching was that people should learn how to give. It pays to give than to receive.  

That done, the main business of the day started. I have been waiting for the prayer sessions which I have been told were the bedrock of MFM. And trust me, it did not come in short supply. After the preaching, the man of God asked us to stand up. 

It was prayer time. People don’t just pray anyhow at MFM. The man of God leads with prayer points. The first prayer point was ..Ohh God, accelerate my speed of Blessing .. He repeated it twice and they say Fire..  

Come and see everyone, tongues upon tongues.. It was hysterical .Everyone were jumping.. MFM members have their way of starting prayers. They start with a clap, then the nodding of head.. It’s like they have been tutored.. The way they shake their heads like people under serious spell. All I was hearing around me was fire, fire, fire, fire, die, die, die, fire, fire, fire. 

Chineke, what is this? The shout for fire was so loud that I had to open my eyes. You can imagine what was going through my mind. Iif actually fire starts, how many exit doors do they have in the hall, funny enough just one. I picked my bible and moved closer to the door. 

How can people be playing with fire fire fire like this? 

Then the man raised his voice and everywhere went quiet again. The next prayer point was.. Every gang up against my spiritual speed must scatter... 

Wow, again they started.. Every power, every speed, every mountain, the lady beside me was throwing punches like Muhammed Ali, I moved away from her because the way she was going about it, she may strike me with a spiritual blow ..wetin i go talk for house? They were shouting at the top of their voices. Every spiritual, every gang, every every, heiii, see gbege. This mountain people na wa for them o. 

The voice came again and as usual, everyone stopped. The next prayer point was.. God, please multiple the power of my youth.. They didn’t even wait for the man to finish this time around and it was power, youth, youth power, haabababababa babababababa, rararararar, rururuu, die die, die ,fire ,fire ,die ,die..haaa, how many people do they want to kill o. 

Never in my entire Christian life have I seen anything near this. The men ,women, young, old, elderly, sisi,  bobo, one guy beside me decided to remove his jacket, he was sweating all over and was shouting at the top of his voice. 

Once again, the Pastor raised his voice and we went quiet. The next prayer point was.. By the end of this month, my enemies will announce my breakthrough.. This particular prayer had the highest noise, by now we have reached a crescendo. It was like this was the main prayer point everyone was waiting for.. 

I was hearing, my enemies die before my own eyes, die in my eyes, die for my breakthrough to come through, die die die.. I was wondering why all their prayers centre around die. If every one dies, who go remain I asked myself.  

Fire born dem, born their family, born their children, born everyone around them..Haba, I didn’t hear the man of God ask for that, but people were burning and burning their enemies with their tongues. 

Again he raised his voice and we all kept quiet. The man of God handed over to another man of God by this time, it was child dedication, and eight wonderful babies were dedicated to the glory of the Lord. At this time, I thought, it was all over, who sai! It was then we entered Scene 1 Part 2. 

The next man of God came up with his prayer points. The first was ..The Power to do the right thing at the right time, come upon me now.. Again we started, power to do the right thing, the shout was louder.  

At this time, I was having serious headache, I couldn’t cope with the prayers, my head was aching like hell, the shout was unbearable. I wanted to leave but I had the feeling that some people will be wondering who is this one that is leaving when the prayer was at its peak. I had no choice than to join in mumbling things that even myself did not understand. 

That lady beside me again has now gone gaga. Her shout could wake the dead. Which kind wahala be dis nah. The woman was jumping, clapping, weeping all at the same time. I was watching the drama. She looked at me and I pretended to be enjoying the flow, I started jumping up too. I started clapping, I was singing, I was dancing skelewu, I also tried Dbanj style, I combined it with Tiwa Savage's Eminado Eminado and ended with Surulere by Don Jazzy. 

The lady stopped and was looking at me. I had my eyes closed, I didn’t even know I was shouting that loud until she touched me. When I opened my eyes, she was still looking at me and laughed. We both laughed and I gave her a wink.  

It was getting to 11 am and there was no sign of the service ending. I was not enjoying it again. I have had my fill of MFM, it was time to go. Just at that moment, the man of God raised another prayer point.. Let my anointing found me at the right place at the right time... 

Of course who doesn’t want such an anointing, the chorus started again, blabababababa, right place, find me, even in my closet find me, even in my house find me, even at my ladies place find me, in my working place find me..Haaa, how many people this spirit go find so. But it was obvious, most of the people visiting MFM came to get their problem solved and they latch at every prayer point. We also had prophetic prayers for the coming week. 

All in all, for over one hour, I was on my feet. All my legs were aching like hell. While I was getting weaker and weaker by the minute, the members were asking for more. You could see the relief on my face when the man of God finally said the last prayer which lasted for another ten minutes. 

From all indication, Mountain of Fire is not a place for the weak. Any day you make up your mind to attend, be ready to kill people with your tongue. Be ready to bring down fire to burn your enemies. But if they all get burnt, what happens to the word of God that asked for forgiveness for your enemies? 

The MFM people don’t believe in forgiveness of their enemies or so it seemed to me because all enemies MUST DIE and DIE. And how come all the women don’t wear jewelries and make up, well that will be the report for another day. 

Before going to Moutain of Fire again, I will really fortify my energy. Nobody forewarned me, but I now know better. 

If you are my enemy, DIE DIE DIE DIE ..Fire burn you, your family and entire household.. No vex o, na so MFM teach me today. 

          CKN