February 20, 2013.
It was a Wednesday. A day I would never forget. Never.
I was in 200 Level that year and surprisingly I was chosen as the Bible Study Coordinator. This was an unprecedented occurrence. Koseleri! To be sincere, I was afraid, but then the One who called me truly backed me up. On several occasions, I would be teaching and the words coming from my mouth would amaze me. Truly, God helped me.
As a result of the depth of understanding God gave me, I had people who came to me for prayers and Bible study. It was a privilege for me. It was in the course of those such interactions that a fresher named Wura walked up to me. She said she had been hearing about me from her friends and she wanted to know God more through me. Instantly, I redirected her to God by reminding her that I am just a channel and that God is the Source.
Well, I found myself getting fond of Wura. It turned out the feeling was mutual. After fellowship meetings, Wura would wait for me and I would walk her to her hostel. Apart from the emotional connection, she was rapidly growing in Faith. One day, while we were praying in the fellowship, I heard a voice that seemed like hers, speaking in tongues. I was surprised. To be sincere, I had to open my eyes to confirm. She was the one. I was wowed.
Despite all the good parts, there was a part of Wura that I didn’t like. No. It was a part that I shouldn’t have liked, but I did. Sadly. The thing is, Wura grew up with three brothers, so she was not so sensitive to touch. Well, let’s just say things were getting physical between us. For her, she was unconcerned. For me, I was troubled. I knew it was wrong, but then the spirit-flesh struggle was real and the flesh was winning.
That led me to February 20, 2013.
That Wednesday, I was meant to have lectures till 4, but then one of our lecturers called that he would not be around. So, we ended classes by 2. After going to eat with my friends, I called Wura. She said she was reading in her hostel because she had a test the next day. As I got to her room, I found out that her room-mates had all gone for lectures. One thing led to another…we had sex. After the act, I was in tears. Feeling so remorseful. But Wura was indifferent.
I checked the time. It was 4:30pm. Quickly, I cleaned my tears and rushed out. Fellowship was starting by 5. After the praise and worship, I mounted the altar. My dear people, that sermon was the worst of my life. I still remember the topic – The Fellowship of the Holy Spirit. I was just ranting. The sermon had no head or tail; I just kept mentioning fellowship. It was sad. The President noticed and came to the altar. He helped patch up the message.
After the service, brethren were teasing me. They wondered why I suddenly developed stage fright. They also stated the fact that I mentioned the word “Fellowship” 17 times within a 10minute space, turns out one of them recorded it. That’s how they nicknamed me “Brother Fellowship”. I smiled and lied that I was sick. Looking back now, I was actually sick. Not just in the way they thought.
Three days later, on a Saturday, I called Wura. I apologized for my shortcomings. I begged her to forgive me. Her response was one that has stayed with me ever since. After laughing, she spoke: “You don’t need to apologize to me. You didn’t do anything seriously wrong. I understand. Even the best of men are men, after all.” Then after a brief pause, she added sarcastically, “Brother Fellowship”
So, whoever thinks he stands must be careful not to fall. 1 Corinthians 10:12
Then she called, “Samson, the Philistines are upon you!” He awoke from his sleep and thought, “I’ll go out as before and shake myself free.” But he did not know that the Lord had left him. Judges 16:20
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