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  . Letters from Heaven Episode 20 – Ripples and Shadows The village meeting that night was only the beginning. Word spread quickly from hut to hut, then from village to neighboring towns: “There is a young man who speaks with fire. When he prays, chains break.” Soon, David found himself moving from one small gathering to another. The crowds were not thousands, but their hunger made each meeting feel like heaven itself. Addicts surrendered bottles at the altar. Quarreling families reconciled. Some even burned charms and idols, choosing Christ instead. David marveled. This is revival, he thought. Not the stage, not the lights—this. But light always attracts resistance. One evening, as David prepared to preach in an open field, a group of men arrived, led by a local diviner known for exploiting the villagers’ fears. His eyes burned with anger. “Who gave you the right to destroy my work?” the man hissed. “These people are mine. Their fears feed me. Their ignorance sustains ...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 19 – The Hidden Door Opens The days after David’s decision were quiet. Too quiet. The businessman vanished, along with his promises of money and fame. The whispers of neighbors grew louder: “See? He rejected wealth. What a fool.” “His fire will burn out soon. Hunger will humble him.” Doubt tried to creep back in. Had he made a mistake? He still returned to the same leaking roof, the same frugal meals, the same long walks to work. Nothing had changed—except his heart. Then, without warning, a letter arrived. Unlike the shimmering vision-letters, this one was simple—an envelope slipped under the door. Inside was a handwritten note from a rural pastor David had never met: “Brother David, we heard of what God did at the city revival. Our village is crying for help—addictions, broken homes, young people lost in despair. We have no money to offer, but if you can come, we will receive you.” David read it again and again. No glamour. No stage lights....

  Letters from Heaven Episode 18 – The Door of Gold The offer from the wealthy businessman lingered in David’s mind. Every time he looked at Mama’s thin frame or the peeling walls of their home, temptation whispered: “Think of the comfort. Think of the influence. This must be God’s provision.” Days turned to weeks, and the pressure mounted. The man grew impatient, calling often. “David, opportunities don’t wait forever. If you want to change the world, you must step into the spotlight now.” David’s heart was torn. Wasn’t influence what God wanted for him? Didn’t Joseph rise to a palace? Didn’t Daniel serve in a king’s court? Yet something about the haste and glitter felt… wrong. One night, as he wrestled in prayer, he fell asleep by his open Bible. And there, the vision returned. He stood again in the waiting hall, but this time two doors appeared before him. One was covered in gold, dazzling so brightly it nearly blinded him. The other was plain wood, weathered and unimp...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 17 – After the Fire The revival night ended in tears, joy, and salvation. For days afterward, the city buzzed with talk of the young man who spoke like he had walked through flames. Everywhere David went, people stopped him: “Brother David, pray for me.” “Your words touched me.” “You must come to our town; we need the same fire!” David felt both exhilarated and overwhelmed. He was no longer invisible—the boy once mocked for running after prophets was now treated as if he were one. Some even tried to touch his clothes as though he carried a special power. At first, he smiled. But soon, unease grew in his chest. Was this how it began—this slippery slope where men exalt the vessel instead of the God who fills it? One evening, Pastor Emmanuel visited him again. “David,” he said gently, “you are stepping into a new season. Miracles draw crowds, but the Word sustains them. You must go deeper in prayer and Scripture, or the fire will consume you i...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 16 – The Night of Fire The revival night came swiftly. The city church hall was filled to the brim—youths from villages, students from campuses, even elders curious about the “young man with the miracle testimony.” David sat backstage, trembling. His palms were wet, his throat dry. The roar of the choir swelled in the distance, shaking the walls. What if I collapse? What if I forget? He tried to pray, but fear pressed hard. Just then, Mama’s voice echoed in his memory: “David, remember the One who saved me. It was not your strength but His.” The worship ended, and Pastor Emmanuel announced: “Tonight, God will speak through a vessel many of you least expect. Please welcome Brother David.” Applause erupted. David’s legs felt like stone as he walked to the pulpit. For a moment, his mind went blank. The faces of a thousand people blurred into a wall of light. Then—something happened. The torn page from Isaiah he always carried slipped from his B...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 15 – The Door Too Wide Word spread faster than David imagined. What began as small testimonies in youth fellowships soon drew the attention of leaders he had never met. One evening, Pastor Emmanuel, a respected minister in the city, visited Mama’s house. His voice carried authority, but his eyes were warm. “David,” he said, “the Lord is stirring something through your testimony. Next month, we’re hosting a regional youth revival—over a thousand expected. I want you to share your story.” David froze. A thousand? His knees weakened just picturing the crowd. He stammered: “Sir… I’m not a preacher. I barely survived my own storms. How can I stand before so many?” Pastor Emmanuel smiled. “Moses also said, ‘I cannot speak.’ Jeremiah said, ‘I am but a youth.’ But the calling is not about your strength. It is about His fire.” That night, David lay awake, heart pounding. Thoughts raced: What if I fail? What if I forget my words? What if they laugh lou...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 14 – Voices Against the Voice The first testimony meeting had lit a spark in David’s heart, but sparks attract wind. The very next week, opposition came. It began subtly—snickers among old friends who said, “So David has turned preacher now?” Then came sharper words from neighbors: “People always exaggerate miracles to look holy.” “Didn’t he once run around prophets looking for luck? Now he claims God called him?” The hardest blow came from his workplace. During lunch break, a colleague mocked him openly: “David, I hear you’re the new Jeremiah of our street. Tell us—when will the heavens write you another letter?” Laughter erupted. David’s throat tightened, but deep inside, the echo of Jeremiah rang: “Do not say, ‘I am only a youth’… for you shall go to all to whom I send you.” That night, David wrestled. Alone, he cried, “Lord, why would You call me if men only mock me? I’m not strong. I’m not eloquent. I’m just… David.” Silence. Then, i...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 13 – The Voice in the Fire The days after Mama’s recovery were filled with joy. Neighbors came to visit, singing praises and shaking their heads in amazement. “It is the Lord’s doing,” Mama kept repeating, her frail hands lifted. But David couldn’t shake a strange restlessness. The miracle had changed him. Each night, when the house grew quiet, he would sit by the window with the torn page from Isaiah. The words that once comforted him now stirred something deeper: “When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned.” He realized that God hadn’t just saved Mama—He was calling him . One night, David dreamed he was standing in the waiting room of a vast hall. The air shimmered with light, and through the windows he saw multitudes of people, weary and searching. Some waited patiently; others abandoned their place in despair. A voice whispered: “Will you guide them, as I guided you?” He woke drenched in sweat, trembling. Was this a dream—or ...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 12 – The God Who Heals The morning of the surgery dawned cold. David barely slept, his heart pounding with every tick of the clock. Funke paced the corridor, her hands clasped tightly together, while Mama was wheeled into the theatre. The hours that followed felt like years. Every time a nurse walked past, David’s stomach twisted. He prayed, he wept, he whispered scripture under his breath. “Lord, You promised. You said she will live and not die. Fulfill Your word.” At one point, his legs gave way, and he slumped against the wall, staring at the floor. But then, almost like a whisper across his soul, he felt it again—the same presence he’d sensed since the letter in the rain. A peace washed over him, unexplainable, unshakable. Three hours later, the theatre doors swung open. The surgeon walked out, peeling off his gloves. His face was unreadable. David braced himself. “The surgery was a success,” the doctor finally said, his tone almost stunned...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 11 – The God Who Shows Up Morning broke heavy with despair. David dragged himself back to the hospital, the torn page still pressed against his heart. He had braced himself for the worst—for the possibility that Mama might not make it through the day. But when he entered the ward, something unexpected jolted him. Mama was awake. Not just breathing, not just stable—awake, her frail lips curled into a smile. “David,” she whispered, her voice weak but clear, “I saw Him… in my dream last night. The Lord stood by my bed and said, ‘Daughter, you will not die, but live.’ ” David’s knees buckled. Tears blurred his vision. It was a small shock—an impossible improvement where decline had seemed certain. The doctors couldn’t explain it. They still pressed for surgery, but her sudden strength baffled them. That afternoon, while David sat in the waiting area, a stranger approached. An elderly man in simple clothes, carrying a worn leather satchel. His eyes ...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 10 – The Silence Before the Song The days that followed Uncle Bode’s rejection were a blur of fear and exhaustion. The hospital’s deadline expired. The doctors grew colder, reminding them that without the balance, the surgery could not proceed. Mama’s condition worsened. Machines beeped frantically one night as nurses rushed in, their faces grave. David and Funke clung to each other outside the ward, helpless. Funke’s anger boiled over. “This is your fault, David! If you had swallowed your pride and taken Uncle Bode’s money, Mama would be safe! Your faith has killed her!” Her words shattered him. He sank to the hospital floor, head buried in his hands. For the first time since the letter in the rain, doubt screamed louder than faith. Had he misunderstood God? Had he let foolish hope steal his mother’s last chance at life? That night, David wandered the city streets aimlessly. Neon lights blurred through his tears. At one point, he stood on the ...

Letters from Heaven Episode 9 – The Edge of Compromise The evening sun bled red as David and Funke walked into Uncle Bode’s mansion. The gates loomed like iron jaws, the air heavy with incense and secrets. Uncle Bode sat in his grand chair, gold rings gleaming, a faint smile curling his lips. His eyes studied David, sharp and knowing. “So,” Uncle Bode said slowly, “the pastor’s son finally comes to me.” David shifted uncomfortably. “I came because Mama is in need. She needs surgery.” Uncle Bode chuckled. “Yes, yes. And you think prayers can pay the surgeon’s knife? Ah, David. You’re a good boy, but good boys die poor. Let me help you.” He snapped his fingers. A servant placed a thick envelope of cash on the table. More than enough for the surgery. The sight made Funke gasp. “Take it,” she whispered urgently. David’s throat tightened. His fingers twitched. The bills seemed to glow, promising relief, promising life. Mama could be saved tonight. But Uncle Bode’s smile deepened...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 8 – Shadows After the Light The partial payment had been a miracle. David clung to it like a lifeline. But by the third day, the hospital’s demand for the balance returned heavier than before. The deadline was firm: three more days, or the surgery would be canceled. Funke’s patience snapped. She cornered David outside the ward, her voice rising. “Brother, enough of this waiting! Whoever paid the first part is gone now. We need real money, not miracles! I’ve decided—I’ll call Uncle Bode.” David flinched. Uncle Bode—the relative no one spoke of openly. A wealthy man, yes, but his riches had come through occult dealings, whispered sacrifices, and shadowy favors. Accepting his help meant tying their family to debts no one could repay. “Funke, no,” David pleaded. “That’s not the way. God is not finished—” “God?” she spat, her eyes blazing. “Where is He, David? Where was He when Mama collapsed? Where is He now? Your faith is killing her!” Her words...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 7 – When the Door Cracks Open Morning came heavy, but David rose anyway. His eyes were swollen from a night of tears, his body weary, yet a quiet resolve steadied him. He would go back to the hospital. He would sit by Mama’s bed. He would pray—even if the heavens stayed silent. As he reached the ward, he found his sister pacing. Her eyes flashed with frustration. “They want the deposit today,” Funke said sharply. “If we don’t pay, they will not schedule the surgery. Brother David, what are we going to do?” He had no answer. Only a whisper in his heart: Wait. Trust. While Funke stormed off to make more calls, David sat beside Mama. Her face was pale, but her hand weakly squeezed his. She murmured, “The God of Abraham will provide. Don’t let go.” David bowed his head, tears wetting her fingers. It was then a nurse walked in, holding a clipboard. She looked around, puzzled. “Who is David Adeyemi?” David raised his hand, startled. She smiled fa...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 6 – The Night of No Answers David thought the storm within had settled when he chose to trust God in the hospital chapel. But sometimes, when you choose faith, the fire doesn’t die down—it roars hotter. By Monday, the hospital bills had doubled. The doctors pressed for an urgent deposit before surgery could be scheduled. Funke’s eyes brimmed with tears, her voice sharp: “Brother David, where will the money come from? Faith cannot pay bills! If Mama dies, what will we say? That we were waiting on God?” Her words sliced through him. For a moment, doubt surged back, whispering, She’s right. What are you doing? You’re clinging to air. That evening, David swallowed his pride and visited an old friend, Kunle, who had become wealthy in recent years. The plush sitting room mocked his worn shoes. Kunle listened, nodding, then leaned back with a sigh. “David, I can help you. But you must be realistic. All this prayer and waiting on God… it’s good, but it ...

Letters from Heaven Episode 5 – When the Fire Comes The weekend had barely begun when David’s world cracked open again. On Saturday morning, he received a call from his younger sister, Funke. Her voice trembled: “Brother… Mama collapsed. They rushed her to the hospital. The doctors say…” she choked on her words. “They say it’s her heart.” David’s grip on the phone weakened. His knees nearly buckled. Mama—the woman who had prayed him through childhood, who had fed him when there was barely food, who always ended her calls with, ‘God will make a way.’ The hospital was a blur of white walls and restless footsteps. Machines beeped steadily as David stood by his mother’s bed, her fragile frame barely moving beneath the sheets. Tubes, wires, doctors’ whispers. The air smelled of antiseptic and despair. The doctor’s words haunted him: “She needs surgery. Soon. It’s costly, and without it…” His voice faded into silence. David sat beside her, his head in his hands. The paper from Isai...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 4 – The God Who Interrupts The week crawled forward, each day a mirror of the last—crowded buses, cold stares at work, an inbox full of reminders that his debts were not resting. Yet something small had shifted in David since the letter. It wasn’t victory, not yet. But the thought that God might still see him had kept him from collapsing under the weight of despair. By Thursday evening, the rain had returned. David stepped off the bus, holding his worn bag close, careful not to splash into the muddy puddles that pooled along the street. The sky was dark though the day was not done. As he walked, a commotion up ahead caught his attention. A small boy—no more than ten—was crouched beside the road, trying to gather scattered papers that the wind had snatched from his schoolbag. Cars honked, some swerved, but no one stopped. The boy’s hands shook as he scrambled. David didn’t think. He dropped his bag and rushed forward, kneeling on the wet ground, ...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 3 – The Long Night The letter was still damp when David laid it on the small wooden table in his apartment. The ink had bled slightly from the rain, but the words were intact, almost burning through the paper: “You are not forgotten. Jesus still loves you. Don’t give up now.” He had read it a dozen times on the bus ride home. Now, in the silence of his room, he read it again, lips moving, as though speaking the words would make them settle in his soul. But a storm raged inside him. “What if it’s just coincidence?” he whispered, pacing the room. “What if someone dropped it, and I was foolish enough to think it was meant for me?” His eyes wandered to the crack in his ceiling, where water stains had shaped themselves into patterns he sometimes stared at when he couldn’t sleep. Tonight, they looked like question marks. He dropped into his chair, head in his hands. Memories came flooding back—nights of kneeling on cold tiles, prayers so desperat...

  Letters from Heaven Episode 1 – The Burden of Silence David Adewale was thirty-five, but life had aged him into someone closer to fifty. His eyes carried shadows of sleepless nights, his shoulders bent beneath weights no one could see. For years, he had been the faithful Christian—first in church, last to leave. He tithed faithfully, volunteered in youth outreach, even joined the dawn prayer watch. When storms came, he doubled his prayers. When storms stayed, he tripled them. Yet the heavens often felt like brass. Bills piled up like enemies on every side. His business had collapsed during the last economic downturn, and every attempt to rebuild seemed cursed from the start. His younger sister, whom he helped through school, no longer spoke to him after a heated argument about money. Friends had moved on to better jobs, better homes, better lives. David remained in the same cramped apartment with peeling paint and a roof that leaked in three corners. Still, he prayed. He f...