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ABOUT THE GENERAL OVERSEER: PROPHET ELIJAH ADEWALE OMOBAORUN
I abdul-kareem adewale muritala formerly was born into the family of mr/mrs muritala in ile ife in osun state but of kogi state origin.
As my name implies, I was born into not just a muslim but to an imam, who is a head of a mosque cathedral. Visually all the imam household children must be enrolled in quaranic school which I was not accepted.
There after I took after a vulcanizer apprenticeship vocation, but sooner than I could recollect my father recalled me back home to join him in Alfa’s ethics in Islam.
It was a shaken moment experience that faithful day now, to GOD be the glory.
As a ladan, it was my obligation to lead prayers when performing ‘SOLATH’ each day.
I could still remember vividly, I was to lead ‘EEGAABA’, I started earnestly with the prayer laila ilalahu sarka dam but ended up with JESUS IS LORD to my amazement and you could see the shock on the faces of the imams.
Awusubilahi the mosque echoed. My father was the first to strike and the nearest imam follow, my eyes sparkled, the beaten was out of me while the entire mosque was on a stand still Abomination in the mosque but for I know the implication, I had to flee and my legs never disappointed, but to know where in my mind, but to survive the unrecoverable punishment that will follow.

Honestly till date, I never knew how it occurred to me because I was fanatic of the Islamic religion to the highest order in those days. A story I can’t ever erase in my entire existence was I do organize boys to disrupt Christian organize revivals, throwing stones to the bulbs and disconnecting speakers linked wires. Baba obadare was holding a revival in ile ife some times ago, I blew up the bulb right at the centre of the alter to his head. His voice still echoed till now in my head, he didn’t curse but he said whoever this will preaches and proclaimed Jesus Christ. But I mocked him, a blind man don’t have a say to my life, not to the extent of me preaching the gospel of Christ instead of Mohammed. News filtered to me that my father has eventually disowned me as expected and my grave has been dung waiting for me whenever I resurface.
My mother and other rest of the imam pleaded on my behalf, if only I should come back to amend and explained why a grievous act should happen in the mosque through me. Then I was far gone roaming the street, but to GOD be the glory a deeper life brother took me in eventually but, my abode was under the stair case in his house. Unfortunately on the third day he announces to me that he had a retreat at ashipa and he can’t just leave me in the house. So I was left with an option, I either join him to the retreat or I moved on.
HMM...A night of decision you would say. I join the train to the retreat ground where I met with pastor kumuyi on the pulpit. There and then I gave my life to Christ when the altar call was announced; I became a member till I left for lagos in search of greener pasture. I was unable to find deeper life church in my locality and backsliding was staring at me on each passing day. Some few weeks or month of staying out of church services I dreamt of baba kumuyi warning me and that god loves me with a better future  if I adhered to his call, I waked up scared , the next day on Sunday I had to dust my bible and go searching for ma living church to attend. It was then I sighted new creation gospel mission. It was a replacement of deeper life and I hurriedly join them and became a full member, sooner than expected I became a worker in the vineyard where my promotion was steady and frequent to his glory.