A case for Bushiri and fire churches

I am told that he pulls a capacity crowd every service in an auditorium more spacious than anything you have ever seen with thousands waiting outside.

To be honest, I was almost fine with Major 1 at some point. Then came that video clip where he purported to have soared inside his mansion. I was disgusted and took to Facebook crying “hoax”.  Hear me out, I am a Christian. I believe in miracles and in prophecy. The video clip, however, self-evidently belonged in the same library section as anything about Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. Of course I was pelted, as I will be, with the usual, “touch not God’s anointed, don’t speak ill of the man of God”, and epithets of a particularly contumelious nature. Someone close tearfully lamented that he would assassinate me with his flying powers. So, when the visa furore broke out, my beloved sisters called and decreed that I shall keep my big mouth shut. Cognizant of my mortal limitations, they didn’t want me to attract the fury of a flying prophet.