Must Read: The Non-Traditional Church

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: The Non-Traditional Church

I’m still laughing abeg…. #clears throat#, yeah. The hope just dey on hin own ooo, I sha won’t severe the ties with my baba because of some clowns. At the start of 300level, after various meditation, I was led by the spirit to a church just outside north gate, nice church, small building, it happened to be the opening of the church, I felt great being a first member, it became even cooler when after every service I dey always see takeaway |winks|.

RCCG shepherd parish was okay by my standards, no funny stories, clear use of the word, everything was smooth. I really enjoyed the presence of the lord there. Not all things are meant to last, after IT, I stopped going owing to the fact that I now stay at south gate.

I still go once in a while when I’m chanced.

The rigor of searching for a worthy substitute just at its thought alone sef kept me at bay, then the “heaven is a state of mind” thing kept ringing in my head. It was easy and very effective, all I need do was take my bathe, as we all know cleanliness is next to godliness, I wouldn’t wanna be dirty in his presence nah, so after taking my bathe, I’ll apply cream, put on some clean clothes, wristwatch, and perfume if any is available, then I’ll climb my bed and start reading my bible |holy mood activated niyen|.

Of course I wouldn’t wanna dissuade my roommates from their beliefs, so I made sure they’ve all gone to their various fellowship before I start my own |winks|. Sunday now have more meaning, no nonsense story, just that the evening ain’t that good, normally after all the personal time, I would take evening strolls and think about life, these same fellowship people go still go gather themselves along FAT laboratory just opposite my hostel and start disturbing public peace ooo. Shebi una get buildings, abeg na have mercy on me wey b say na quiet time I dey manage nah |pity eyes|.

It’s not like they would kuku listen to me if I told them. I changed the directions of my strolls, shebi oju orun to eye meji nfo lai farakanra. I maintained my routine until the event that changed my predisposition about churches.

Jeje me na hin I dey on this Saturday morning ooo, I got a call from my stepbrother, it was sha about him coming to Akure for a church programme, say make we jam for there. Trust me, I was reluctant buh I sha gast go nonii, kola [the church assistant pastor] sef no allow me rest as hin dey give me tracts and invitation stuffs almost every time.

Shebi na sha to attend nah, with the way desanmi [my stepbro] described the church and that it’s in a Sharon hotel like that, na all these Christ embassy and the likes come my head, and with the stories I’ve heard; that they used to kiss themselves after service |lol|, I gast represent nah |winks|.

It was painful that I’ll have to miss my personal time just because of the desires of the flesh |shrugged|, by 9am, I was kuku there ooo. On entering, I saw these congregation of young minds, all looking good, the pastor look very young and classy, albeit his funny small head and small stature as though wearing his elder brother’s clothes |who cares?|.