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PRE4:Good to hear.. I'm expecting your stories too |
VIRTUOUSWRITES:Thank you dear.. I'm glad to hear that you are a writer too.. Please do well to share some of your works here too ![]() |
LifeQuest:I really don't get you sir.. Do you mean only the links should be posted or something.. Can you please simplify |
I'm expecting constructive criticisms and commendations on every story shared on this thread. I'm also expecting other writers to send in their stories/scripts too as the Spirit leads. |
... (Title: THE PREACHER) continues... After some moments, Obiorah continues; ‘My parents welcomed me back home with joy and open arms despite how I have refused to reach out to them when I was abroad. That never bothered them. They noticed I have been far away from Christ and tried to bring me back to Him, but I blatantly refused. At a point, after spending just few weeks with them, I left the house for them and got an apartment far away from them because the friends I kept will be mad at me if I stayed with them. I’m doing very well in business and have houses of my own. I have even supported many families financially while my own parents are finding it difficult to survive. The last I heard of my parents from a close relative is that they have relocated back to the village. I couldn’t help them in any way because the friends I keep are all over me monitoring my every movement. Anytime I tried to reach out to my parents, they will talk me out of it and convince me that they are fine. They made me feel like my parents don’t care about me because I don’t believe in their God. They further convinced me that their God should take care of them since they had so much faith in Him’. ‘My God!’ said the preacher, ‘this is saddening. I can imagine the kind of pain you’ve put your parents through. Ah! It is well’ ‘I used to feel for my parents but I’ve vowed never to help them because they still held on to the faith and refused to renounce it so that I can help them. I have been trying so hard to forget about them, but each time I drive through this street to work, seeing you make me remember them because that’s the same way they went about preaching from street to street. I feel so guilty and I just wish they can renounce the faith so that I can reach out to them and bring them to live with me’. The preacher sighed and asked Obiorah, ‘What makes you think it’s your wealth that your parents need? Don’t you think they are more interested in your soul and that you should return to Christ and be born again? Or do you think God has forsaken them and wouldn’t cater for their needs?’ ‘Now that’s the problem’, Obiorah responded. ‘I don’t want to leave my social and economic status, become shabbily dressed and carry my Bible from street to street to preach just because I’m a child of God. Isn’t that what being born again is all about?’ The preacher responded with a smile, ‘You are getting it all wrong sir. Nobody is asking you to leave your social and economic status, dress shabbily like you call it and all that. But then, you cannot have two masters over your life. You cannot serve God and mammon’. ‘How do you mean?’ asked Obiorah. ‘You see, you can’t hold on so tight to the treasures of this world and still hold on to God. Whatever you place so much value on more than the Almighty God becomes your god and master. Just as you are, you can still return to Christ, your Saviour, by humbling yourself before Him and also ask for His mercy upon your life. You can still continue with your business, but you have to put God first in everything that concerns you before anything or anyone else’. ‘Hmm!!’ exclaimed Obiorah. ‘My friends… My friends will…’ ‘Will mock you?’ asked the preacher. ‘Yes’, replied Obiorah. The preacher holds Obiorah’s palms and gently tells him ‘My dear, it’s high time you stopped listening to those ungodly friends of yours and make it right with your Maker. It’s better for the world to ridicule you while you are one with God instead of being friends with the world and an enemy of God. The Bible says in Isaiah 55 verse 7, let the wicked forsake his way and the unrighteous man his thoughts; let him return to the Lord and the Lord will have mercy upon him. ’. He pauses a little then continues, ‘I don’t want you to leave here today without making the decision to return to Christ. You have to rededicate your life back to Him and welcome Him into your heart as your Lord and only Saviour’. The preacher takes a moment to give Obiorah room to think about it. Obiorah is speechless, he just gazed into the air in a sober way while the preacher spoke to him. Then the preacher continues, ‘Please sir, don’t be a prodigal son to your parents anymore and stop heeding to the advice of your ungodly friends. Just look at how they have successfully turned your heart away from your parents who brought you up in a loving and godly manner. Please return to your Maker right now, okay?’ Obiorah shakes off his hands from the preacher’s. ‘I’m sorry I don’t think I can do what you’re asking me. That wasn’t my intention of coming to meet you here and I’m not ready yet for all these’. The preacher says softly, ‘Please sir, do this right now; If not for anything, at least for the sake of your parents whom you’ve abandoned for so long. I can tell they are grieving for you. Why not surrender your life to Christ here and now and resolve to go back to your parents to ask for their forgiveness?’ ‘Ah! Ah!! No! No way!! I can’t do this’, Obiorah groans. ‘You can do it sir’, responded the preacher. ‘The Lord will give you the grace and you can do all things through Christ Who strengthens you’. The preacher begins to pray silently even as he encourages Obiorah with the Word of God. Finally, Mr. Obiorah gives in to the preacher’s words and kneels before him tearfully. The preacher rejoiced and gave thanks to God. He prays for Obiorah who welcomes Jesus back into his life. After some days, Obiorah traveled to the village to see his parents and to ask for their forgiveness. His parents were overwhelmed with joy that God has finally answered their prayers concerning the salvation of their son. He made peace with his parents and brought them to live with him in the city. Obiorah stopped heeding to the advice of his ungodly friends. He led some of them to Christ while the others parted ways with him seeing him as a foolish man. He continued in his business as an entrepreneur and also as a born again. He has since been close friends with the preacher. THE END |
... (Title: THE PREACHER) continues... Mr. Obiorah, standing right before the preacher, looks away, deep in his own thoughts with arms akimbo. The preacher notices it and calls his attention back as he places his right hand over Obiorah’s shoulders. ‘Is anything the matter sir?’ Obiorah sighs and feigns a smile. ‘Nothing at all, I’m fine’. At this point, the preacher knew something was wrong with the young entrepreneur, so he pressed on; ‘Come on sir, I know something isn’t right with you. Your countenance changed suddenly after I shared my story with you. Is there anything you want to talk about? I’m all ears sir, please share it’. Obiorah looks deep into the preacher’s eyes for a moment and then opens up to him; ‘It’s about my parents’. ‘Your parents? What about them?’ the preacher asked. ‘I think I’ve not been a good son to them’, Obiorah responded as he tries to hide the tear drops rolling down his cheeks by looking away. The preacher pats his back and calms him down; ‘It’s okay sir. But what makes you think you’ve not been a good son to them?’ ‘I am the only child of my parents and my parents are also very passionate about the work of God just as you are’, then he pauses. ‘Yes? Go ahead sir, I’m all ears’, said the preacher. ‘When I was still a teenager, I went with my parents all over town to evangelize with them. Then I got a full scholarship to study Entrepreneurship abroad after my secondary education’. Obiorah pauses again as he takes a deep breath. The preacher listened attentively as he continues; ‘In my first year in school abroad, I preached God’s Word to those I came across and led some to Christ, but there were these particular set of people in the school who often mocked me each time our paths crossed. It got to a point, I began to feel ashamed of the Gospel of Christ and before the end of my first year, I left the faith and became one with the ungodly’. ‘Oh my God!’ exclaimed the preacher. He pats Obiorah who has been trying so hard to control himself from crying. Obiorah wipes his eyes with his handkerchief as he continues, ‘I began to despise my parents and everyone who holds on to the faith. I stopped checking on my parents and won’t even receive their calls whenever they tried to reach me because they kept encouraging me to stay in Christ no matter what. I felt for them so much, but pretended like I never cared about them so as to please my new friends abroad who don’t believe in the existence of any God. Those friends helped me financially and accommodated me, so I never wanted to get on their bad side. After I completed my B.Sc. degree, things worked out fine for me and I pursued a Masters degree. I never came back home to my parents throughout my stay abroad. When I finally returned home after about seven years of study, I became so ashamed of living with my parents’. At this juncture, Obiorah couldn’t hide the tears anymore. The preacher held him by his arm and walked few steps to the front of a shop close by where they both sat down to continue with the conversation. ...Continues shortly... |
LifeQuest:Thank you sir |
... (Title: THE PREACHER) continues... Mr. Obiorah kept on talking to himself in his car as he waited for the preacher to be through. Around 7:35a.m, the preacher rounded up his preaching and began to give out his gospel tracts as he makes his way home. Obiorah hurriedly stepped out of his car and ran to him, ‘Hey! Hey!!’ Obiorah shouted as he ran after the preacher. The preacher looked behind him and saw Obiorah beckoning on him to wait. He smiles as he recognized Obiorah as the same man who has been calling him names for several months while he shared the gospel, and as Obiorah got close to him, the preacher calmly said, ‘Good morning sir; how have you been?’ Then he offered Obiorah one of his tracts but he wouldn’t collect. ‘I want to have a word with you right now!’ Obiorah yelled. ‘Okay, that won’t be a problem’, the preacher responded. ‘I’m all ears’. They both walk few steps away from the road and stand beside one of the shops in the street. ‘Mr. Man, what is your problem? Why are you bent on disturbing the neighborhood at a time when you are supposed to be in your office or place of work?’ Obiorah angrily asked. ‘Don’t you have a job?!’ The preacher smiled and responded softly, ‘I’m a preacher sir’. ‘A preacher?! You mean you are just a preacher and nothing more?! ‘Yes sir, a preacher’. Obiorah, still angry at the preacher, went on to ask him, ‘Do you have a family?’ ‘Sure, I do. I have a wife and three children sir’. ‘Oh! I see. You have a wife and three children. So how do you cater for them if you have no other job than this noise you make daily?’ The preacher cheerfully responds, ‘I don’t make noise sir, I preach the Gospel of Christ and the Lord has been supplying all our needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus’. Mr. Obiorah angrily cuts in, ‘Spare me that rubbish Mr. Man! That is how you people go about begging for financial aids here and there instead of looking for a good job to do in order to help yourself and your family’. ‘That’s not true sir. I don’t beg for financial aid. I meant it when I said that the Lord has been supplying all our needs. My wife is a seamstress and the Lord has blessed that little job of hers and used it to fend for the family’s needs’ ‘A seamstress?!’ Mr. Obiorah yelled. ‘How much does a seamstress earn daily that can cater for a family of five? That’s not possible’. ‘There is nothing impossible with God sir’, the preacher calmly responded. ‘If the Lord can feed over five thousand people with just five loaves of bread and two fish, then, fending for a family of five with the wages of a seamstress is a little thing for Him’. ‘Just shut up, you this fool’, replied Obiorah. ‘Just look at the way you are shabbily dressed, coming out here to preach daily. I can see you are just being lazy and inconsiderate. Just look at how you’ve placed such a huge burden on your wife, making her to cater for the whole family with her little earning while you lazy about every day. Can’t you look for a better job in order to take up your responsibility as the man that you are and fend for your family? See, if you can’t get a good job, I will offer you one in my company’. ‘Thank you for your care sir’, the preacher responded with a smile, ‘but then, I must do the work of Him who sent me here and finish it’. He takes a deep breath then continues, ‘I used to work with a multinational company that pays very well some years ago, but since the Lord called me into this ministry, I had to surrender all to Him and follow Him’. ‘You used to work with a multinational company?’ Obiorah asked surprisingly. ‘Yes sir’, the preacher responded, ‘but I gave up all that for this ministry’. ‘I don’t get it. Couldn’t you have been working with the company and continued with the preaching? Must you leave the company just because you want to become a preacher?’ ‘My dear’, the preacher calmly replied, ‘God can call and use anybody from any social or economic class. It all depends on the availability of that individual for God’s work. In my own case, while I was working with the multinational company as a Christian and born again, I faced so many challenges and it got to a point I began to give in to the challenges, putting my faith in Christ at a risk. I began to lower my standards just to please my superiors and earn promotions at my office, but God wasn’t happy with me. I began to please men and my flesh and displeased God. Before I knew it, I have backslidden far away from the faith. It took the grace and mercy of God to bring me back to Him. When I realized how far away I was from God due to the job, I made the decision to quit and go into full time ministry seeing it is the call of God upon my life’. ‘Hmm, don’t you regret that decision of yours?’ asked Mr. Obiorah who now felt pity for the preacher. ‘Not anymore sir. I used to regret the decision when I first started seeing that I could no longer give my family the kind of luxury I promised them, but the Lord has always assured me that He will never leave nor forsake me. He has been sustaining me and my family all these years. Even my wife has been really supportive of this ministry and hasn’t taunted me even for a day. She loves the Lord with all of her heart and is ready to go with Him wherever He leads. She believes this is God’s calling for us and has no objection about it’. ...Continues shortly... |
STORY 001 TITLE: THE PREACHER Written by Amicable24 It’s a Wednesday morning in one of the busy streets of Lagos around 6:45a.m. Mr. Obiorah, a wealthy entrepreneur in his mid-thirties drives through this street to work and there is something spectacular that catches his attention each time he drives through this street to work. Mr. Obiorah always sees a young man his age, shabbily dressed as he presumed him to be, who stands at a corner in the street preaching the Gospel of Christ with so much zeal to as many that passed by and cared to listen. On driving close to the preacher, this wealthy entrepreneur often slows down, winds down his glass and says harshly to the preacher, ‘Fool! Don’t go and look for something better to do!’ Then he will wind back up and zoom off. Even before he finishes with the name-calling, the preacher, who is already used to Obiorah’s rants, calmly responds by saying, ‘Thank you sir. Do have a blessed day’. After Obiorah must have driven past the preacher, he continues his journey to work by talking angrily to himself and speaking against the preacher and his likes. He says things like, 'Just look at the shirt he’s wearing, shirt from the 90s; he can’t even get a good tailor to slim fit it for him. When others are heading to their offices and places of work, this foolish preacher and his likes just leave their homes to make noise up and down the street. At the end of the day, they will request I give them money, my hard earned money… Fools!!’ This happened for several months until a particular day when Mr. Obiorah couldn’t hold it down anymore. It is a Friday morning and Obiorah already cancelled all his schedules at work for that day. He plans on talking it out with the preacher this morning, and just about 6:43a.m, he drives past the preacher as usual. He slowly went further to a parking lot close by and parked his car there. He could still see the zealous preacher from his car’s side and rear mirrors preaching joyfully. ‘I’ll wait for him’, he says, ‘even if he takes the whole day, I will wait for him. By the time I finish talking sense into his empty skull, he will stop coming out every morning to make noise. What rubbish?! How will a young man be wasting his youthful years preaching when his mates are inventing things that are changing lives technologically. This foolishness must end today. If he doesn’t have a job, I will offer him one in my company; Nonsense!’ Continues shortly... |
I'll be copying the stories I share on: https://www.nairaland.com/5962897/thread-christian-gospel-stories to this thread. So you can always check on this thread and that too to know when a new story/script has been added. Thank you |
Hello Nairalanders! I am a Christian/Gospel story teller and script-writer interested in a career in the Gospel film industry. To the glory of God Almighty, I’m here to share with you some Christian literatures that I wrote. I believe that there are other Christian/Gospel script-writers and story tellers on this forum and I will like us to come together and showcase our God-given talents here. By the grace of God, I pray that each story written here will touch and impact lives positively and also win souls for Christ in Jesus’ Name, Amen. Feel free to add your own stories, either long or short, and leave your contact details beneath (optional though); you wouldn’t know who will be contacting you via this thread. For other writers, please take note of the following: 1) Always begin with the Title of the story 2) Stories can be in form of Prose or Drama 3) Please take note of your Diction and Grammatical Errors (try as much as you can to proof-read and edit before posting) 4) Always write ‘THE END’ boldly at the end of each story 5) After each story, you may attach the Moral of the Story or Lessons Learnt ***Literary Criticisms or Commendations for any of the stories are allowed and appreciated. All Rights Reserved: No story or part of the stories written here should be copied, reproduced or used elsewhere without prior permission of the writer. The writer should be notified and acknowledged appropriately. Christian/Gospel stories only. No secular or non-Christian story is allowed on this thread. Sincerely, Amicable24 |
Expecting constructive criticisms and commendations on every story shared on this thread. I'm also expecting other writers to send in their stories/scripts too as the Spirit leads. I'll be sharing the stories I have written here in the Literature section via https://www.nairaland.com/5964524/thread-christian-gospel-literature-stories. So you can always check that too to know when a new story has been added by other writers Your comments are highly appreciated. |
... (Title: THE PREACHER) continues... After some moments, Obiorah continues; ‘My parents welcomed me back home with joy and open arms despite how I have refused to reach out to them when I was abroad. That never bothered them. They noticed I have been far away from Christ and tried to bring me back to Him, but I blatantly refused. At a point, after spending just few weeks with them, I left the house for them and got an apartment far away from them because the friends I kept will be mad at me if I stayed with them. I’m doing very well in business and have houses of my own. I have even supported many families financially while my own parents are finding it difficult to survive. The last I heard of my parents from a close relative is that they have relocated back to the village. I couldn’t help them in any way because the friends I keep are all over me monitoring my every movement. Anytime I tried to reach out to my parents, they will talk me out of it and convince me that they are fine. They made me feel like my parents don’t care about me because I don’t believe in their God. They further convinced me that their God should take care of them since they had so much faith in Him’. ‘My God!’ said the preacher, ‘this is saddening. I can imagine the kind of pain you’ve put your parents through. Ah! It is well’ ‘I used to feel for my parents but I’ve vowed never to help them because they still held on to the faith and refused to renounce it so that I can help them. I have been trying so hard to forget about them, but each time I drive through this street to work, seeing you make me remember them because that’s the same way they went about preaching from street to street. I feel so guilty and I just wish they can renounce the faith so that I can reach out to them and bring them to live with me’. The preacher sighed and asked Obiorah, ‘What makes you think it’s your wealth that your parents need? Don’t you think they are more interested in your soul and that you should return to Christ and be born again? Or do you think God has forsaken them and wouldn’t cater for their needs?’ ‘Now that’s the problem’, Obiorah responded. ‘I don’t want to leave my social and economic status, become shabbily dressed and carry my Bible from street to street to preach just because I’m a child of God. Isn’t that what being born again is all about?’ The preacher responded with a smile, ‘You are getting it all wrong sir. Nobody is asking you to leave your social and economic status, dress shabbily like you call it and all that. But then, you cannot have two masters over your life. You cannot serve God and mammon’. ‘How do you mean?’ asked Obiorah. ‘You see, you can’t hold on so tight to the treasures of this world and still hold on to God. Whatever you place so much value on more than the Almighty God becomes your god and master. Just as you are, you can still return to Christ, your Saviour, by humbling yourself before Him and also ask for His mercy upon your life. You can still continue with your business, but you have to put God first in everything that concerns you before anything or anyone else’. ‘Hmm!!’ exclaimed Obiorah. ‘My friends… My friends will…’ ‘Will mock you?’ asked the preacher. ‘Yes’, replied Obiorah. The preacher holds Obiorah’s palms and gently tells him ‘My dear, it’s high time you stopped listening to those ungodly friends of yours and make it right with your Maker. It’s better for the world to ridicule you while you are one with God instead of being friends with the world and an enemy of God. The Bible says in Isaiah 55 verse 7, let the wicked forsake his way and the unrighteous man his thoughts; let him return to the Lord and the Lord will have mercy upon him. ’. He pauses a little then continues, ‘I don’t want you to leave here today without making the decision to return to Christ. You have to rededicate your life back to Him and welcome Him into your heart as your Lord and only Saviour’. The preacher takes a moment to give Obiorah room to think about it. Obiorah is speechless, he just gazed into the air in a sober way while the preacher spoke to him. Then the preacher continues, ‘Please sir, don’t be a prodigal son to your parents anymore and stop heeding to the advice of your ungodly friends. Just look at how they have successfully turned your heart away from your parents who brought you up in a loving and godly manner. Please return to your Maker right now, okay?’ Obiorah shakes off his hands from the preacher’s. ‘I’m sorry I don’t think I can do what you’re asking me. That wasn’t my intention of coming to meet you here and I’m not ready yet for all these’. The preacher says softly, ‘Please sir, do this right now; If not for anything, at least for the sake of your parents whom you’ve abandoned for so long. I can tell they are grieving for you. Why not surrender your life to Christ here and now and resolve to go back to your parents to ask for their forgiveness?’ ‘Ah! Ah!! No! No way!! I can’t do this’, Obiorah groans. ‘You can do it sir’, responded the preacher. ‘The Lord will give you the grace and you can do all things through Christ Who strengthens you’. The preacher begins to pray silently even as he encourages Obiorah with the Word of God. Finally, Mr. Obiorah gives in to the preacher’s words and kneels before him tearfully. The preacher rejoiced and gave thanks to God. He prays for Obiorah who welcomes Jesus back into his life. After some days, Obiorah traveled to the village to see his parents and to ask for their forgiveness. His parents were overwhelmed with joy that God has finally answered their prayers concerning the salvation of their son. He made peace with his parents and brought them to live with him in the city. Obiorah stopped heeding to the advice of his ungodly friends. He led some of them to Christ while the others parted ways with him seeing him as a foolish man. He continued in his business as an entrepreneur and also as a born again. He has since been close friends with the preacher. THE END |
... (Title: THE PREACHER) continues... Mr. Obiorah, standing right before the preacher, looks away, deep in his own thoughts with arms akimbo. The preacher notices it and calls his attention back as he places his right hand over Obiorah’s shoulders. ‘Is anything the matter sir?’ Obiorah sighs and feigns a smile. ‘Nothing at all, I’m fine’. At this point, the preacher knew something was wrong with the young entrepreneur, so he pressed on; ‘Come on sir, I know something isn’t right with you. Your countenance changed suddenly after I shared my story with you. Is there anything you want to talk about? I’m all ears sir, please share it’. Obiorah looks deep into the preacher’s eyes for a moment and then opens up to him; ‘It’s about my parents’. ‘Your parents? What about them?’ the preacher asked. ‘I think I’ve not been a good son to them’, Obiorah responded as he tries to hide the tear drops rolling down his cheeks by looking away. The preacher pats his back and calms him down; ‘It’s okay sir. But what makes you think you’ve not been a good son to them?’ ‘I am the only child of my parents and my parents are also very passionate about the work of God just as you are’, then he pauses. ‘Yes? Go ahead sir, I’m all ears’, said the preacher. ‘When I was still a teenager, I went with my parents all over town to evangelize with them. Then I got a full scholarship to study Entrepreneurship abroad after my secondary education’. Obiorah pauses again as he takes a deep breath. The preacher listened attentively as he continues; ‘In my first year in school abroad, I preached God’s Word to those I came across and led some to Christ, but there were these particular set of people in the school who often mocked me each time our paths crossed. It got to a point, I began to feel ashamed of the Gospel of Christ and before the end of my first year, I left the faith and became one with the ungodly’. ‘Oh my God!’ exclaimed the preacher. He pats Obiorah who has been trying so hard to control himself from crying. Obiorah wipes his eyes with his handkerchief as he continues, ‘I began to despise my parents and everyone who holds on to the faith. I stopped checking on my parents and won’t even receive their calls whenever they tried to reach me because they kept encouraging me to stay in Christ no matter what. I felt for them so much, but pretended like I never cared about them so as to please my new friends abroad who don’t believe in the existence of any God. Those friends helped me financially and accommodated me, so I never wanted to get on their bad side. After I completed my B.Sc. degree, things worked out fine for me and I pursued a Masters degree. I never came back home to my parents throughout my stay abroad. When I finally returned home after about seven years of study, I became so ashamed of living with my parents’. At this juncture, Obiorah couldn’t hide the tears anymore. The preacher held him by his arm and walked few steps to the front of a shop close by where they both sat down to continue with the conversation. ...Continues shortly... |
... (Title: THE PREACHER) continues... Mr. Obiorah kept on talking to himself in his car as he waited for the preacher to be through. Around 7:35a.m, the preacher rounded up his preaching and began to give out his gospel tracts as he makes his way home. Obiorah hurriedly stepped out of his car and ran to him, ‘Hey! Hey!!’ Obiorah shouted as he ran after the preacher. The preacher looked behind him and saw Obiorah beckoning on him to wait. He smiles as he recognized Obiorah as the same man who has been calling him names for several months while he shared the gospel, and as Obiorah got close to him, the preacher calmly said, ‘Good morning sir; how have you been?’ Then he offered Obiorah one of his tracts but he wouldn’t collect. ‘I want to have a word with you right now!’ Obiorah yelled. ‘Okay, that won’t be a problem’, the preacher responded. ‘I’m all ears’. They both walk few steps away from the road and stand beside one of the shops in the street. ‘Mr. Man, what is your problem? Why are you bent on disturbing the neighborhood at a time when you are supposed to be in your office or place of work?’ Obiorah angrily asked. ‘Don’t you have a job?!’ The preacher smiled and responded softly, ‘I’m a preacher sir’. ‘A preacher?! You mean you are just a preacher and nothing more?! ‘Yes sir, a preacher’. Obiorah, still angry at the preacher, went on to ask him, ‘Do you have a family?’ ‘Sure, I do. I have a wife and three children sir’. ‘Oh! I see. You have a wife and three children. So how do you cater for them if you have no other job than this noise you make daily?’ The preacher cheerfully responds, ‘I don’t make noise sir, I preach the Gospel of Christ and the Lord has been supplying all our needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus’. Mr. Obiorah angrily cuts in, ‘Spare me that rubbish Mr. Man! That is how you people go about begging for financial aids here and there instead of looking for a good job to do in order to help yourself and your family’. ‘That’s not true sir. I don’t beg for financial aid. I meant it when I said that the Lord has been supplying all our needs. My wife is a seamstress and the Lord has blessed that little job of hers and used it to fend for the family’s needs’ ‘A seamstress?!’ Mr. Obiorah yelled. ‘How much does a seamstress earn daily that can cater for a family of five? That’s not possible’. ‘There is nothing impossible with God sir’, the preacher calmly responded. ‘If the Lord can feed over five thousand people with just five loaves of bread and two fish, then, fending for a family of five with the wages of a seamstress is a little thing for Him’. ‘Just shut up, you this fool’, replied Obiorah. ‘Just look at the way you are shabbily dressed, coming out here to preach daily. I can see you are just being lazy and inconsiderate. Just look at how you’ve placed such a huge burden on your wife, making her to cater for the whole family with her little earning while you lazy about every day. Can’t you look for a better job in order to take up your responsibility as the man that you are and fend for your family? See, if you can’t get a good job, I will offer you one in my company’. ‘Thank you for your care sir’, the preacher responded with a smile, ‘but then, I must do the work of Him who sent me here and finish it’. He takes a deep breath then continues, ‘I used to work with a multinational company that pays very well some years ago, but since the Lord called me into this ministry, I had to surrender all to Him and follow Him’. ‘You used to work with a multinational company?’ Obiorah asked surprisingly. ‘Yes sir’, the preacher responded, ‘but I gave up all that for this ministry’. ‘I don’t get it. Couldn’t you have been working with the company and continued with the preaching? Must you leave the company just because you want to become a preacher?’ ‘My dear’, the preacher calmly replied, ‘God can call and use anybody from any social or economic class. It all depends on the availability of that individual for God’s work. In my own case, while I was working with the multinational company as a Christian and born again, I faced so many challenges and it got to a point I began to give in to the challenges, putting my faith in Christ at a risk. I began to lower my standards just to please my superiors and earn promotions at my office, but God wasn’t happy with me. I began to please men and my flesh and displeased God. Before I knew it, I have backslidden far away from the faith. It took the grace and mercy of God to bring me back to Him. When I realized how far away I was from God due to the job, I made the decision to quit and go into full time ministry seeing it is the call of God upon my life’. ‘Hmm, don’t you regret that decision of yours?’ asked Mr. Obiorah who now felt pity for the preacher. ‘Not anymore sir. I used to regret the decision when I first started seeing that I could no longer give my family the kind of luxury I promised them, but the Lord has always assured me that He will never leave nor forsake me. He has been sustaining me and my family all these years. Even my wife has been really supportive of this ministry and hasn’t taunted me even for a day. She loves the Lord with all of her heart and is ready to go with Him wherever He leads. She believes this is God’s calling for us and has no objection about it’. ...Continues shortly... |
STORY 001 TITLE: THE PREACHER Written by Amicable24 It’s a Wednesday morning in one of the busy streets of Lagos around 6:45a.m. Mr. Obiorah, a wealthy entrepreneur in his mid-thirties drives through this street to work and there is something spectacular that catches his attention each time he drives through this street to work. Mr. Obiorah always sees a young man his age, shabbily dressed as he presumed him to be, who stands at a corner in the street preaching the Gospel of Christ with so much zeal to as many that passed by and cared to listen. On driving close to the preacher, this wealthy entrepreneur often slows down, winds down his glass and says harshly to the preacher, ‘Fool! Don’t go and look for something better to do!’ Then he will wind back up and zoom off. Even before he finishes with the name-calling, the preacher, who is already used to Obiorah’s rants, calmly responds by saying, ‘Thank you sir. Do have a blessed day’. After Obiorah must have driven past the preacher, he continues his journey to work by talking angrily to himself and speaking against the preacher and his likes. He says things like, 'Just look at the shirt he’s wearing, shirt from the 90s; he can’t even get a good tailor to slim fit it for him. When others are heading to their offices and places of work, this foolish preacher and his likes just leave their homes to make noise up and down the street. At the end of the day, they will request I give them money, my hard earned money… Fools!!’ This happened for several months until a particular day when Mr. Obiorah couldn’t hold it down anymore. It is a Friday morning and Obiorah already cancelled all his schedules at work for that day. He plans on talking it out with the preacher this morning, and just about 6:43a.m, he drives past the preacher as usual. He slowly went further to a parking lot close by and parked his car there. He could still see the zealous preacher from his car’s side and rear mirrors preaching joyfully. ‘I’ll wait for him’, he says, ‘even if he takes the whole day, I will wait for him. By the time I finish talking sense into his empty skull, he will stop coming out every morning to make noise. What rubbish?! How will a young man be wasting his youthful years preaching when his mates are inventing things that are changing lives technologically. This foolishness must end today. If he doesn’t have a job, I will offer him one in my company; Nonsense!’ Continues shortly... |
Hello Nairalanders! I am a Christian/Gospel story teller and script-writer interested in a career in the Gospel film industry. To the glory of God Almighty, I’m here to share with you some Christian literatures that I wrote. I believe that there are other Christian/Gospel script-writers and story tellers on this forum and I will like us to come together and showcase our God-given talents here. By the grace of God, I pray that each story written here will touch and impact lives positively and also win souls for Christ in Jesus’ Name, Amen. Feel free to add your own stories, either long or short, and leave your contact details beneath (optional though); you wouldn’t know who will be contacting you via this thread. For other writers, please take note of the following: 1) Always begin with the Title of the story 2) Stories can be in form of Prose or Drama 3) Please take note of your Diction and Grammatical Errors (try as much as you can to proof-read and edit before posting) 4) Always write ‘THE END’ boldly at the end of each story 5) After each story, you may attach the Moral of the Story or Lessons Learnt ***Literary Criticisms or Commendations for any of the stories are allowed and appreciated. All Rights Reserved: No story or part of the stories written here should be copied, reproduced or used elsewhere without prior permission of the writer. The writer should be notified and acknowledged appropriately. Christian/Gospel stories only. No secular or non-Christian story is allowed on this thread. Sincerely, Amicable24 |
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