06/09/2025
The church bought a brand-new drum for Thanksgiving but the drummer destroyed it again. This time, Pastor couldnโt hold himself๐ฅ๐ฅ๐
Pastor Jeremiahโs church, the most important instrument was not the microphone, not the guitar, not even the keyboard. It was the drum. Every service, the drummer, Chukwudi, turned the place upside down with his beats. But Chukwudi had one big problem: anytime they bought a new drum, he would beat it like he was fighting principalities and powers until the thing scattered into pieces
The first time, they thought it was accident. Pastor told him gently, โBrother Chukwudi, please, the drum is not Satan. Beat it with love.โ The next Sunday, new drum again. Service started. Worship sweet. By offering time, POW the drumhead tore like rag. Chukwudi just smiled and shouted, Somebody praise the Lord
The church members started calling him Drum Terminator. Whenever they heard kpa kpa kpa BOOM, they already knew it was over for that drum. Pastor would just hold his head like, โFather, why me?
Now, this last Sunday of August was their big Thanksgiving. The church elders contributed money to buy a brand-new shining drum set. Pastor even prayed specially over it: โFather, this drum will last forever in Jesusโ name.โ The whole church shouted Amen! but everyone side-eyed Chukwudi.
Service started hot. Praise and worship on fire. Chukwudi was sweating, his hands moving like machine gun. Pastor kept giving him eye signals: โTake it easy, my son But Chukwudi closed his eyes, entered another realm. The choir was singing, โWe bring the sacrifice of praise when suddenlyโฆ KRAAA
The brand-new drum split open like suya meat. Members screamed. One woman shouted, โHoly Ghost fire!โ Another fell down laughing. The choir stopped mid-song. And there was Chukwudi, still drumming air as if nothing happened.
That was the last straw for Pastor Jeremiah. He dropped the microphone, marched straight to the drummerโs corner, and without announcement GBOZA one hot blow landed on Chukwudiโs cheek. The whole church went silent. Even the fan stopped turning
Pastor shouted: โBrother Chukwudi, are you here to drum or to destroy? Did they send you to see my downfall? Every month, new drum, new problem! You want to kill me abi?!โ The congregation exploded with laughter. Ushers couldnโt stand. The choir leader fell on the altar holding his stomach. One small boy shouted, โPastor don beat drummer!โ
Chukwudi, holding his face, just muttered, โItโs the Spirit that moves meโฆโ Pastor shouted back, โItโs not Spirit oh, itโs madness!โ From that day, they put him on suspension from drumming. Anytime he walks in now, members whisper, โThatโs the guy who made Pastor throw holy punch.โ And the church still calls it โThe Thanksgiving Blow
Lesson wrapped in humor: Sometimes discipline will enter where advice fails.