Living Word Campus Church Mouau

07/06/2026

The praise started and nobody sat down. Not because we had to. Because we couldn't. Feet moving. Hands high. Sweat dripping. Laughter loud.

We danced like people who have seen too much of God's goodness to stand still. It wasn't organized. It was outrageous. And that's exactly how praise should be.

07/06/2026

The choir rose. And power fell.
Not performance. Not perfection. Just pure, raw, Holy Ghost fire.

Every note was a prayer. Every harmony was a cry. By the time they finished, nobody was clapping anymore. We were just… undone. That wasn't just a choir piece. It was a ministration.

07/06/2026

One by one, people stood. Not to preach. Just to say what God did. Exam Success, Healing
Provisions being made available and Mind being delivered.

We laughed. We cried. We clapped for them , cos we are family. Testimony time wasn't a segment. It was the evidence of God's faithfulness.

24/05/2026

24/05/2026

The preacher didn't shout. She just opened the Word and showed us: worship is not a song. It's a weapon. By the time she finished, we weren't just informed. We were undone.

Worship broke chains. Worship shifted atmospheres. Worship became our battle cry. That message didn't end with applause. It ended with altars.

24/05/2026

Then praise faded. And worship took over. No drums. Just hearts. Knees bent. Foreheads on the floor. Some cried. Some whispered. Some just stayed still, because words weren't enough anymore.

Worship didn't beg for His presence. It welcomed what was already there.

24/05/2026

We started with praise; loud, raw, unashamed. Hands high. Feet moving. Voices clashing in the best way. Chains couldn't handle it. Worry had to leave.

That wasn't a warm-up. That was a war cry.

24/05/2026

I don't know what happened when the choir started singing. But I know my hands went up before I even thought about it

The choir just opened their mouths, and something broke. Chains? Yeah. But also pride. Also fear. Also the walls we've been hiding behind. It wasn't perfect singing. It was perfect surrender. And you could feel every single chain hit the floor.

03/05/2026

Today's sermon was nothing short of power-filled. No introduction needed. The preacher stood, opened the Bible, and heaven came down. No hype. Just truth; sharp, alive, and dripping with grace.

He said, "Your thanksgiving is your testimony in advance." And the whole room felt it. You could hear a pin drop. Grown men wiped tears. Women nodded like God was speaking directly to their midnight. The Word didn't just inform us. It transformed us.