A long time ago, there used to live a girl named Molly in the kingdom of The Pentecostal Mission. She used to live near a faith home. She was quite known among the believers for her puzzling questions. Click here to read more about her in this section. This is a story about the missing needle of Molly.

One Sunday morning, Molly was searching something frantically, in her garden. She was trying to move little leaves and branches to find out the missing item. As the TPM believers used to pass by her house to go to the Faith home, they noticed the searching mission and the distraught looking Molly. One gentle believer asked her

Believer: Molly, what are you searching?

Molly: “Sister, I am searching for my lost needle”.

Beulah felt an urge to help her find the needle, but how could she? She was already 5 minutes late for the meeting. She could hear distant sounds of repeated “Praise The Lord”. How could she miss the PRESENCE OF GOD to search for a needle? So she hurried her way to the church. Few more believers passed by and asked her similar questions.

Believer: “Hey Molly, what are you searching?”

Molly replied the same. 

Molly: “Sister, I am searching for my lost needle”

All of the believers who passed by, saw Molly outside her home, searching for the small needle.

Five hours later, believers started leaving back to their homes. They were finished attending the meeting. They found Molly still searching for her lost needle outside her tiny home.  Curious, they asked Molly,

Believer: “Haven’t you found the missing needle yet? Should we help you?”

Molly nodding her head indicating that she is still searching it.

All TPM believers joined molly in searching for her lost needle. They all began searching. Somebody asked, “how big it was?” She replied, “not bigger than a little finger”. Sister Kala asked, “What colour it was?” Molly repliedsteel coloured sister!” Was it made of plastic, was it of so and so brand? Having asked her so many questions and after a one-hour long search with her, all the believers are tired by now. They were still puzzled where could the needle get lost.

The Missing Needle

Sister Ruth said, “If you had come to the Faith Home and Prayed, you could have easily found out the missing needle. God would tell the location in a prophecy or a dream“.

Brother Danny finally asked, “Can you tell us where exactly the needle fell from your hand?

Molly replied, “Inside my bedroom, as I was trying to sew pillows”.

After hearing this reply, All of those believers were angry now. One of them shouted in anger. “Needle fell in her bedroom and she was searching it outside in her garden to find out the missing needle? What a foolish girl!“.

Molly replied, “Where did you go to find him, who dwells inside you? Doesn’t the bible tells us that God doesn’t dwell in temples made with human hands! Is not bible clear that the Holy Spirit dwells inside of us? Are we not the temple of God?  You call it foolishness to search needle outside my home, which fell inside my bedroom, but what about you searching God outside in a building made with human hands?

47 But Solomon built Him a house.

48 “However, the Most High dwelleth not in temples made with hands, as saith the prophet:

49 ‘Heaven is My throne, and earth is My footstool. What house will ye build Me? saith the Lord. Or what is the place of My rest?

50 Hath not My hand made all these things?’

51 “Ye stiffnecked people, uncircumcised in heart and ears, ye do always resist the Holy Ghost! As your fathers did, so do ye!

Acts 7:47-51

Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you?

1 Corinthians 3:16

Molly Continued “You have neglected his voice who speaks from within you.  All of you went searching for his voice in that white building while all the time he was inside you! You love hearing the unscriptural teaching from a person who claims to be speaking for God. Continue to be deceived by these men in white“. 

They returned back to their homes in shame unable to respond to her, biblically. Next Sunday, just like zombies, they went again to search for HIM who talks with them, from within their spirits. They still search for him outside, who dwells inside.


  1. This name “Molly” is an interesting one – some of the people from some of the eastern nations pronounce it as “Mohli” here.

    Admin and others – Do any of you have a first hand experience of the annual youth camp or convention in the TPM headquarters? There are reports that some of the people from certain locations are given inferior facilities or accommodation and food as compared to others. In other words, special or selective treatment to a few privileged ones at the expense of others who live or attend this event with whatever provided to them. Is it a well known fact or something people are told to accept and move on with it? How did the youth event go this year amidst the pandemic?

    • Selective treatment is in their blood, not only in youth camp. From conventions to their accomodation in heaven, there are layers and hierarchies with top most reserved for themselves and those that pamper them..


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