By Joseph Edgar….
Let me touch the tiger’s tail.
You know I have murdered sleep. I can’t sleep anymore. May be I should try the anaesthetic that Michael Jackson used to take if that would give me relief.
Anyways, Pastor Adeboye of RCCG kept me company this night as I watched him on TV speak.
His colourless and deliberate slow tone of speaking was quite engaging in its contradiction.
The man is such a poor public speaker, with his sleepy face not making matters any better.
For him you will not hear any flowery language. No spike in delivery, just a monotone dribble that comes out at the same leaky tap dribble that should send you to sleep.
He completes this with a drab dressing, complimented with a funny looking blue-stripped bowtie on a yellow-stripped, short-sleeve oversized shirt. He is very far from the fashion runways.
But in all these, I see the thousands latching on to his every word. I see the way they sit hypnotized and engaged, and I decide to listen much more intently to him.
His words are the magic. Not the way he says it but the meaningfulness of those words.
He doesn’t need the charisma and showinness of an Adefarasin at House On The Rock. His words come with the power of a thousand bulls daring you to stand up and walk away. You wouldn’t try it.
He is not a violent prayer warrior like his neighbour down the road at Mountain of Fire Ministries (MFM) and not a nightingale like the jerry-curled one at Christ Embassy. But his words, those words!
He held me captive this night making me forget my daily voyage into the dark world. He made me want to think again about life, my LIFE.
Should I head to the camp this morning? Naaaaa! That traffic, and what would I be telling my own followers, co-travellers in the lost vacuous world of hedonistic enjoyment who look up to me for leadership. Noooo!!
Pastor Adeboye, you tried. May be not today, but you got me.