FAKE PASTORS OF SOUTHERN AFRICA AND THIS IS THE LAST DAYS OF LIFE AS THE SCRIPTURE SAYS

Presently South Africans as well as other people from other countries living in South Africa had turned into pastors or they become fake pastors. The question is why so many people are just doing this?

The simple answer is that these are the days that the bible or God was refering to as the "last days of life", But looking into this on the economy side it is very clear that people of South Africa especially youth is unemployed even students from Different Universities they complete their degrees and stay on or in their homes because of unemployment. This led to many people join churches with an aim of becoming fake pastors who also fake miracles.

It can be noted that early this year Pastor Khuzwayo In South Africa used alcohol as a holly water that heal people and remove demons if you drink it. And this has just resulted into abandoning of school by youth with an aim to drink alcohol with the pastor. Another pastor living in South Africa has just misled the world faking that he had just wake up a person from death. All of these are done to attract people to join his church so to gain more money.

This have a negative impact especially on South African people because others leave their Churches to join Churches of the fake pastors who alao fake miracles. It is also not good especial in lives of people because they begin to worship othe people rather than God.

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