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blessedvisky:
Why did you put that part.? What's wrong with you? I shouted loud and dropped my phone while reading that part. Now I'm in trouble.

You got me cracking bro.. any way am sorry if it scared you.

[b]CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF RELIGION IN ME
PART ONE
Things were pretty rough for me at the start of being an undergraduate but I was as churchy as ever. Infact, the week I stepped into school, I joined a local branch of the church I attended and the following week, I joined the choir. As time went, my dad could not keep up with the monthly feeding allowance he ought to give. I survived based on goodwill from colleagues and friends. I recall, one of my very close female friend brought food for me one night, and my roommates were shouting that I should not eat the food that it contains “love portion”.

That statement made me more eager to eat the food sef. Many offers came my way to write exams for others, jamb, pume amongst others. I would vehemently refuse it. Though even now, I will still not accept such offer as a principle but not due to a religious belief anymore. I needed money to survive, I had this mentality that, since I was working for God, he would meet my needs. Yea, he ought to but he would not come down to give me money or food or clothing or whatever my need could be. He would use human like me to bless me. But then, with or without comfort or help from anyone, I continued steadfast in the faith. At the beginning of year 2, I could not pay fees, and it is expected that one ought to pay within two weeks or pay extra two thousand naira in another two weeks addition.

I went to do laundry with someone, where I got ¼ of my school fees. I ran to the church to LEND me some money and that I would repay back because that was the agreement, I had with my dad. But the pastor told me same old story “no money, blab bla bla”. I was broken inside of me. I felt used. I am not asking to be given, but to lend. I am not a new person in church, infact not only actively consistent but well known member of the choir. That Sunday morning, I spoke with the pastor and he answered negative. I could not stay in church, my heart was heavy. I went back to the hostel to cry my heart out in the toilet. I looked back and came to realize that, I am just a tool in the church and the day I become useless, I am disposed.

The church is not really after your service but your money. That is why they honour the rich more than anyone who is doing the so called 'working for God'. They will tell you, these fellas are serving God with their money. Fine, does that make them better than you, but i put it to you, your pastor spend seeral hours praying for them than you, that is if the pastor remember you. I recall, a vigil i was invited to minister with the choir back in the days, 90% of all the prayers made were for the FINANCIERS OF THE CHURCH. At a point i stopped praying and looked at people beside me, to my far left was a guy praying fervently, hitting the wall, behind me was another elderly woman, she so looks wealthy. thefunny thing is, she sat down and was just saying something in the form of prayer i guess. i just shook my head and said within myself, "See one of those we are praying for sit down and me dey here dey nak head for wall, sweating like christmas goat". I confirmed later , she infact is the one we were praying for. A very powerful woman working in the state government. Mind you, am not against one giving to God, if you so believe but like i would always aske tithers, 'WOULD GOD COME DOWN FROM HEAVEN WITH BULLION VAN TO CART AWAY YOUR GIFT, TITHE, OFFERING, SEED AND WHAT HAVE YOU?'

But my challenge was, if I decide to pick a job, I would not have time to serve God as much as I ought to but in the light of recent event. I told myself, “I do not care anymore, I have to survive and to do that, I need something to bring me income whether it clashes with church activities or not. God should understand my situation”.[/b]

[b]CHAPTER FIVE
THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF RELIGION IN ME
PART ONE
Things were pretty rough for me at the start of being an undergraduate but I was as churchy as ever. Infact, the week I stepped into school, I joined a local branch of the church I attended and the following week, I joined the choir. As time went, my dad could not keep up with the monthly feeding allowance he ought to give. I survived based on goodwill from colleagues and friends. I recall, one of my very close female friend brought food for me one night, and my roommates were shouting that I should not eat the food that it contains “love portion”. That statement made me more eager to eat the food sef. Many offers came my way to write exams for others, jamb, pume amongst others. I would vehemently refuse it. Though even now, I will still not accept such offer as a principle but not due to a religious belief anymore.

I needed money to survive, I had this mentality that, since I was working for God, he would meet my needs. Yea, he ought to but he would not come down to give me money or food or clothing or whatever my need could be. He would use human like me to bless me. But then, with or without comfort or help from anyone, I continued steadfast in the faith. At the beginning of year 2, I could not pay fees, and it is expected that one ought to pay within two weeks or pay extra two thousand naira in another two weeks addition. I went to do laundry with someone, where I got ¼ of my school fees. I ran to the church to LEND me some money and that I would repay back because that was the agreement, I had with my dad. But the pastor told me same old story “no money, blab bla bla”. I was broken inside of me. I felt used. I am not asking to be given, but to lend. I am not a new person in church, infact not only actively consistent but well known member of the choir. That Sunday morning, I spoke with the pastor and he answered negative.

I could not stay in church, my heart was heavy. I went back to the hostel to cry my heart out in the toilet. I looked back and came to realize that, I am just a tool in the church and the day I become useless, I am disposed. The church is not really after your service but your money. That is why they honour the rich more than anyone working. But my challenge was, if I decide to pick a job, I would not have time to serve God as much as I ought to but in the light of recent event. I told myself, “I do not care anymore, I have to survive and to do that, I need something to bring me income whether it clashes with church activities or not. God should understand my situation”.
That day, I unlocked my imagination, I began to think business, entrepreneurship. I began to be observant of my environment, what challenges do we have and what solution I can proffer. I came up with a lot of ideas on how I can make money but most of them are time consuming and capital intensive. I looked inward, what can I do? I am a computer literate with good typing skills. So I went to meet a friend who barely uses his laptop. He lend me and I began to typeset projects, term papers and review. I got money to survive but not my school fees. It was my appeal to a brother and some persons in church that made it possible for me to pay.

After, I successfully paid, fees, I made up my mind that, it will never happen again that, I would be running helter-skelter for school fees till I leave school. And so it was till now. Right there and then, I began to save for the following semester fees. I assumed, I was alone in the world with no one to ask or look after my wellbeing. While I was doing typesetting works, I got part-time job at a cake and catering firm where I learnt a lot of things on catering and cakes. Here, I worked like a slave and got no salary for good 6months before I quit. I stayed because of the knowledge I was gaining but when I could not bear the tantrums from my boss, I quit. I did a lot of other part-time jobs but then, let me take you to the churchy part.[/b]

[b]CHAPTER FOURTEEN CONTINUED
HOW LOVE DIED
Two years later when I came home, I confided in someone about my relationship. She was really happy about it and guess what next she said “Have you both gone to the Pastor?” I told her, no and there is no need for that afterall we are not ready for marriage yet. She insisted We Inform our pastors if indeed we have nothing immodest going on. I discussed it with her but the challenge was that, her dad was her local church pastor unlike mine but since she has a good rapport with him, she agreed to tell him.
At first, the dad was silent about the issue but the mum was like, no way, “he is from a polygamous family, the tendency of marrying more than one wife is in the blood” My question to that is, Has Jesus not cleansed me from my past?

Moreso, somewhere in Ezekiel, where God told Ezekiel, that a proverb will no longer be used in Israel “Our fathers have eaten sour grapes and the children’s teeth are set on the edge”, so why should I suffer for my father’s sin as a Christian. If my great grandfather was a thief, does that make me a thief- Mind you, I can’t fathom having a polygamous family-it’s a no no for me but I do not condemn anyone into it.

The mum told her to immediately call the relationship off. The dad was in support of the decision but was just discreete about it. She was under severe pressure. Like play like play, she no longer pick my calls, reply my messages. One day, I was frustrated, I sent her a message that, it’s important we talk now or never. She flashed me, and I called her. I asked her, is she giving up on us, she could not answer and I told her, well, silence means yes in certain situations, and I assume you are saying yes. That was how, it ended. Now, she never wanted it to end but was under pressure to end it. I could feel it but then, I have to move on with my life. Such is life![/b]

LOL.. you are perfectly fine sir.. Nothing is wrong with the way you think though many persons seesit otherwise. If you continue in this line of thought, you are liable to break free from the shackles of religion

[b]CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LOVE IN TOKYO
I printed the admission list took it to church to show people what God has done for me. I can’t agree less that they were happy for me. I told my Proprietress boss about it, she was happy for me. I continued with them till I left for School but the Steel company, after that encounter with the supervisor, he was not letting me work as often as before because he was angry I left work for so many days. So I had been replaced. I tried getting in through another means but it was not for long. After some time, I quit trying. Moreover, as soon as my dad learnt of the work. He put me under pressure to quit. Though, I did not listen but the way it was, gave me reason to quit completely and so my sojourn with that place was over but it was quite an experience. Many lives were wasted there but I escaped (normally I would have added, it was by God’s grace). My dear reader, Why would God spare me and let some others die? Are they not his creations too? Young men who were just seeking for what to eat. Every week, there is always a casualty. Let me tell this one that made me lost appetite for two days when it occurred.

This guy was one of the persons driving crane that magnetize metal objects from Scrap section (yea- that was the other section I forgot) to the Furnace. The crane’s function was to magnetize scraps/metals and lower it into the furnace to melt. When the furnace pot is full, it is taken by another crane/machine to the cast section. Now, there is thing we call ‘bomb’, I do not know what is made up but I know then, if this stuff is lowered into the furnace, it sounds like an explosive and sends jets streams of liquid metal in all directions away from the pot. Just like hitting a pot of hot soup with a big stone. The soup will fly in all directions you agree. That’s how it usually occur. So for those of us unlucky to work there by our shift, we are usually alert for any sound from the furnace. As soon as you hear “Gbooom”.. Run for your miserable life! Else, you could be the next person lying down at the clinic with one part of your body eaten away by liquid metal or even dead.

So this guy lowered the scrap which contain this explosive metal. The unfortunate thing is that, the pot was almost full. So as the thing enter the pot, it produced a lot of streams of metal. He was in the crane controlling the stuff but the stream came towards him and he tried to escape from being hurt. Well, guess where he flew into. He flew into the pot. “tolum”. While every other person ran for safety. Let me stop it there. But you know he is unredeemable right? Why would God allow such? Mind you, I know the guy, we were co-hustlers. Seeking to get enough money to go to school. His pay was far higher than mine.

Now, I think my challenges were too real for me to notice any lady back then but chief of the burden I carry, Admission matters have been taken away. So I guess, my eyes were now touchlighting and clear enough to appreciate a lady. Now, not that, I don’t have interest, but it is my hobby to kill the interest. Well, since, am a would-be-undergraduate, I began to think of the future. I know am a great person, it would be a disaster to be hooked forever with the wrong woman. So I thought, let me groom a bride now or it may be too late. I began to watch this lady, I spoke with her, I got to know her flaws not her strength cos it’s the strengths that attracted me in the first place- you know what I mean, dear reader. I saw she was teachable and she changed a few things I told her I don’t like about her. And just like it happens.

I proposed to her. It was a powerful and Christianly proposal. I can still remember the lyrics, even the most stubborn Christian sister would have considered my proposal. I would have written it here for you to see how mind blowing it is but I don’t want to give bad boys tool to deceive good church girls. So, I’ll keep that to myself. I told her to take her time and give me feedback when she wants to. On the third day- Jesus rose abi. But for me- Love budded. So we started discretely. Mind you, we were determined to make it Christianly and pure as ever, and it was until, we, were no more. So, I left home for school with someone to remind me of home and give me a reason to come home.[/b]

[b]THIRTEEN CONTNUED
Pume result came, I had between 200 and 210. I was mad with myself and told myself. It is over. As a non-indigene, I was targeting over 250 to stand a chance. By then, Ibadan poly had done their pume too. I was left with college of education. Me wey don vow say, I no go enter poly, na im con dey consider college now. I was desperate! If I had not been stubborn about not going to poly, I would have gone far by now. But I think, my stubbornness was making sense because, in my Nuclear family, all of my siblings older than me, including my parents were products of a Polytechnic. So I told myself, if na curse, I go break am- that also added fuel to my foundational curse theory. And so far, I am the only product of a University. I hope my younger siblings will follow but I do not want them to pass through my kind of stubbornness. So the one immediately after me went straight to the poly and now planning to take direct entry into the University.

It was holiday time for students, I just came back from my steel company work . I did night shift and could not continue for the day. I came back home to sleep and that all I do any free time I have. Suddenly, my phone rang, a strange number, I picked the call, and the guy on the other side said “Oboy, how far you, u no even tell me say your name comot for list.. you no try”. I sat down on the bed to process his words and asked him, “Which list”. He said, “admission list now, is your name not ..ehmm .. Dankol ….. that is the only Yoruba name on that list ooo. ”. (The guy who called me was the guy who sat with me during the pume exam. Let me ignore the story why he called me but the bottom line is, I did him a great favour. So calling me was the least he could do to repay me though I never sought to be repaid). I jumped up, told him to call back latter. I ran to the cyber café with my short and singlet. Bought airtime to check the list. Lo and Behold! My name was on XXXXXXX Merit Admission list into the course of my choice- the same course I have been mocked that I could not get, I got it on merit. I could not shout; I could not cry. I was in between but I knew, if anyone ask me for anything that moment, I will foolishly agree to it. Yea! I ascribed the glory to God no doubt but come to think of it. At that point in time in my life, I was not active in church, I was far from God cos, I no longer pray, do my song rehearsal, find new songs to work on. I was just there! Looking for money. And God still did it for me but I had to do the work all by myself. My dear, I am sorry to disappoint you, I have withdrawn every glory I ever ascribed to God because

1. If he did it, I wouldn’t have put my life at risk to get result. Why? “Would a son ask for bread and his father give him stone? If an earthly father would not do that to his son, how much more our heavenly father” so says the bible. You my dear reader, if I may ask, would you like your son to suffer for any reason whatsoever? If I guess your answer right, which is NO, on no account will I let him suffer. Same question goes to God, who is unlimited in power, he could not even move a finger to make me not go through that experience at the steel company that prevented me from going to church

2. If he did it, why would several thousands of believers like me who wrote jamb and even pume failed to make it. I was losing faith- I got admission because I worked towards it. Yet, some fool would pray all night- he/she may not get it. The probability of success is not dependent on God but on man directly or indirectly. but if you think it is God. Then I think, that God is MAN. Yea!, because, I wrote the exam, God did not write it. I worked for the money. He did not hand it over to me from heaven. Don’t tell me, he gave me ideas and strength and power to do all I did. If he did, what happened to those thousands of persons in my shoe who never got to think the way I did. At least I know two at that time, Bro D and his Cousin, we were all seeking for admission then. I got admission before them even though both were still deep-neck into churchism then not even when their guidance/ Father respectively was a very strict, strong willed Pastor too. All things being equal, I should not have been blessed with that admission. But sorry, I realize, he did not do it. I did all by myself.

I recall a testimony some papa in school was telling some guys when he came to evangelize. He said, “there was this faithful brother who was at the crossroad either to attend a power retreat or stay back to do his exams. He opted for the retreat and was expecting to fail. But he passed because, God sent an angel to represent him”. Immediately, the preacher got to that point. I asked him, “sir, may I know the brother, where, when did it happen”. He said “he heard the story too”. I just laughed and left the place thinking “What a great Nollywood story to make out of it”. Most pastors have learnt the act of lying without blinking an eye like the preacher trying to impress his listeners with that fat lie he coined. They have to do that, so you will believe. To make matters worse for you, they willstage some miracles for you and you fall hook, line and sinker for it. Please, do you know anyone personally who is crippled or deformed that has been healed? Please I would like to meet such person one-on-one. Another question is, why is the miracles selective? If, you dear reader have been to the redemption camp (I have been there sha) you will notice that there is a section beside the alter that is kept for disabled people seeking for healing. How many of them go back home different every year?

3. Moreso, why don’t you ask yourself what happens to people who do not even believe in what you believe, Islam, Buddhism, Taoism, Hinduism, Eckists, Atheists and many others who are doing much fine as much as there are persons amongst them who are not. Good things are not exclusive to Christians oo. Every Religion has its own fair share too of the good, bad, ugly, beautiful, crooked and straight.[/b]

HardMirror:
[size=32pt] For those following this thread. I will be posting more this night on Noah and the Flood. We are just getting started.

It is irrefutable that the bible is just a collection of fantasies and carefully constructed lies [/size]

After this I open a new thread and will be going into details of pastors that have already discovered the bible is a lie but still went on to take advantage of the foolishness of their followers (this is what many christians don't know; many of us men of God have discovered the truth but some have switched to using this knowledge to make money and have all the good things of life without pity to their foolish followers)

Please, am interested in this part.. I wnt be surprised at those who would make the inglorious list.. I await patiently

jcross19:
2corinthian 6 :14; says, be ye not unequally yoked together with an unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? And what communion hath light with darkness?. That's what my bible tell me and my bible never say I should share my home with a belial or baal. The church is not of christ.

See them hypo

matrix600:
I tried many times to get back to christianity to make her happy, i tried to be a devoted christian, i realized i was just fooling myself. I tried to win her over all to no avail. I had no other choice than to move on. Even though we share similar stories, the way we handle them differs. But i think these are some of the things that makes life interesting.
@blaqsmith, make a decision u wont regret in d future. Write your own story my friend.

It is really a valley of decision.. Each of us will find love someday to d shame of those who think their diety holds the key of love. But in the mean time.. We got our lives to live. Live it well.. Bro

Xtopher123:
Exactly things affecting me are Beng played out of recent on NL,

My Gal just got furious over night just cos I tld her I'm beginning to doubt the Existence of a Supreme Being.. but that won't change my decision anways

It's high time I moved on, I'm ready to drop anyone or anything that doesn't Fuel my drive after all my parents didn't disowne cos of my belief

My brother in unbelief.. I tire ooooooo... But then don't blame them. They are scared because of the indoctrination they received from birth.. It will take time for them to come to terms with it only if they choose to but like a typical African.. They wnt..

matrix600:
I doubt no amount of videos can convince her, i'm also in the same situation as the OP, the girl i love just wont budge. She's scared of what people would say. It takes a questioning mind to step out of religion, if she's not the type then its impossible to win her over. My advice to the OP...do like i did.. Accept the possibility of not being with her, and dont hold anything against her, just be friends with her and not try to convince her. Let your light shine on its own into her life. Its the price you pay for being who you are, for freedom.
Why am I quoting davien?

You are just on point brother.. Exactly what I did. It's one of the price for freedom. On the other hand. I tend to concentrate more on better things.. On u will get over it cos the chances of u getting her back is slight except u go back to that boundage called religion.. It's ur choice bro...

[b]CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CONTINUATION......
I did not stop teaching, I would teach during the day, and go to the other work at night. It was not funny. It was the cash that gave me strength. I began to have money to take care of myself and siblings. I bought provisions and food stuff. I had already sent money to get the PUME and I was saving for the journey to South South.

OAU pume came, I went to write, I had 198. I knew that was the end of the road for that, but seriously, my mind was not there. XXXXXX came calling for PUME, I took excuse from my boss, the proprietress. She permitted me. Infact she has been following me up since I wrote jamb, trying to know the latest. Well, not really because she care about me, but her business. She needed to know how to get a replacement for me. She did it in good faith though. All these while, I only go to church on Sundays now and now an ordinary member because, I could not attend rehearsals anymore because of the double-decker work I was doing. The local church was on my neck to come back and that they will do something about my issue. I told pastor that day, it is too late. You can’t give me as much as I earn. Moreover, it is going to come in the form of help and I will be answerable to the church. I rejected it.

Now, I know a lot of questions will pop up in the reader’s mind about my dad’s role in this? My dad lost his job long before now and was greatly handicapped to do his duties as a father. It was not his intention to let me or any of us go through what we went through. Mind you we were Nine of us, from both wives. One of the reasons, why I will have a minimum of one and maximum of two children so I can take care of them. I do really pity my old man. The burden was much.

Two days to my departure to no man’s land for pume. My assistant Pastor called me to his house to tell me about one vision he had about me. I can’t recall how he narrated his fake vision but the bottom line was that, I should not go else it will spell doom for me and my siblings. Now, this assistant pastor of a man, I respect him also and infact, he has been a major encouragement to my Christian life. I learnt a lot from him especially being the Youth Pastor. He was loaded with words of encouragement and Power. Looking at his record, no taint or stain from my point of view. So, I believed him. Moreover, what are the chances of me getting admission over there and the money I would waste to go there. Na the money matter, pinch me pass.

So I cancelled my trip to XXXXXXX. I went back to work at the Steel company, day and night till the day of departure. My dad called me to know if am on the way. I told him, I am no longer going. He was shocked. I explained to him of my fears of not getting the admission and money, I do not have enough money. He told me to go that, he would send some money to me. Anyway, that is part of his trick sha . But I refuses oo. I told him, I am not interested again and I want to try THE POLYTECHNIC IBADAN- that was my poly choice.

That day, I knew I had a father who would do anything to help his boy get some sense, when I mean anything, nothing violent. My dad affirmed to me on the phone and said, “Dankol, I am on my knees, Please be on your way. I will go lend some money anywhere and send to you by Monday. Please, just start moving”. That gesture touched me and immediately, I went to my supervisor at the steel company to give me a permit to leave the company’s premises. He refused, I told him, I have to go whatever it takes. He said, I will lose my pay for the day. I agreed. So I left for XXXXXXX the next day. My dad did not rest from calling me until he was sure I got there and wrote the Exam. I told him not to worry about the money he promised to send but he insisted and sent me 2.5k to support myself.[/b]

[b]CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CONTINUE

Jamb came, I wrote it with anger and it was the highest I ever had. I was glad because, the course I wanted to do was hefty. So, it required a serious jamb score to stand a chance sef. Mind you, it is only U.I, Unilag and two private universities that is offering that course in the whole of south west. I recall an incident that occurred to my dad, he was telling someone about my choice of course and sought the advice of the person to know if stood a chance especially with my choice of school in the South South. The person laughed him to scorn that, I can’t be given admission in that course because it is a course for only influential people and we know nobody. But today, My dad laughed last.

When the admission came, the news was broken to the scorner. I could not describe the shock on his face. My dear reader! Do not give up on your dreams. What is keeping you away from it is simply TIME. And if you are persistent, focused and patient. You will get there. If you are a Christian, get this song by Donnie Mcklurkins “YES! YOU CAN”. It is soul-lifting and inspirational. You can download it too online. The point is, do not give up on yourself (Dream).

But before, I got admission, this happened to me:
I was still teaching but bulk of the money was going to my sister’s school fees. So I barely have enough to feed how much more save. XXXXXXXX Post-Utme form came out. I got no money to obtain it. Also, my second choice, OAU was also out. I had to do something real quick. I went to my pastor (A newly promoted fella this time, but we have been together in that church for a long time), to request for help. I just wanted a loan of 10k after which I would refund. He told me point blank, the church had no money to lend but he could give me just 1k to support myself. I sat down on that sit, remembering, how I rejected an 8k job for the church.

I know I would not need to come for help if I had taken that job and also how I rejected an opportunity to get paid as a vocalist for another church that wanted to lure me away from the one I attended. Now! I am in dire need. This man here is talking about 1k. I stood up, thanked him and left. That night, I began to think of the options I have; I had the option of going to Edo state to clear farms and get money but meaning I have to leave my teaching job. No! these children needs me. Ok, the only other option for me was to join a Steel company to work night shift to earn 0.7k per day. That, I did. Those who have worked in a steel company or are working there will understand my plight especially when you are new to the job. I worked at the furnance, Casting and one other section I can’t recall anymore. But, the point I want to bring out of it is, that work no be work! it is a death trap! But the cash is what make people do it. 0.7k per day x 7= 4.9k per week and almost 20k per month. In this part of the country, you are a big boy. Every week, there is always a casualty. I recall I was almost one.

My group were sent to get oxy-acetylene gas used by the casting foremen to cut the cast. We loaded ourselves into a tractor-like vehicle to load the gas cylinders. Now, the motorable track, above it, is this magnetic picker that is using electricity. It is used to pick the hot casts and transferred to the next section. Na so we dey drive our tractor loaded with gas come under the stuff. It was carrying some cast. Suddenly, Electric power went off and behold, the casts were demagnetized from the magnetic picker and we were under it as the casts fell right immediately behind us. If it had fallen on the tractor, possibly on the gas, I would not be here to tell the story. But because of 0.7k, I almost lost my life.
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blessedvisky:
Cool story. However you LIED when you said you did pre-degree in UI. I'm a UI student so I'll know

Really, well, i guess since you have concluded. I leave you to your imaginations. thanks for the comment anyway

[b]CHAPTER THIRTEEN CONTINUM

That is the height of slavery for me in the church, I could not come to terms with it. But the bible says, submit yourself to ALL Authorities. No be so? I submitted but it never stopped the fact that, I do not agree with what happened. That night, everyone went home sober. The next day, the church was full, 30minutes before time. It took Mrs. Dairo, 3 months plus to recover from that trauma. She infact, had left the church, it was pleading on every side that brought her back to church. The funny thing is that, she was already a pastor leading a small local assembly when that incident occurred. I made up my mind there, that I won’t be a Pastor else, I would fight every superior who wants to make a fool out of me. And when you do, its insubordination and one will be suspended. So, the best was to watch from the side ways. And that I did. LOL. Imagine, if I disobey my pastor, he can lock the heavens and I will not be blessed anymore until a senior pastor or that pastor unlocks it. Sounds crazy right. Ok, Let me address it.

Pastors are fond of threatening people with the story of Miriam who became a leper when she withstood Moses. Mind you, she did not do it alone, she had a co-coup plotter who was not touched by the sting of punishment that followed. And many other scriptures in the bible to make slaves of men. Chief among them is “Believe the Lord, so shall ye be established; believe his prophets, so shall ye prosper”, but I tell you. Your pastor is not better than you. You all, according I peter, are equal “Ye are a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a peculiar people ....”. You are a prophet! he is a prophet!

So what makes you better than Miriam when you confront him is that, ye are equals. The difference between you and your pastor is time to develop your spiritual prowess. And it is his duty to help grow i.e if you found a genuine one. Pastors today, make you perpetual ‘spiritual babies’.
Daddy, I want to travel, please pray for me.
Daddy, I want to buy land, pray for me
Daddy, there is witch disturbing me, pray for me
But I have not heard where, a man wants to lay with his wife and seek for prayer. I think it is necessary oooo. You just pick your phone and dial his number when the act is about to be done and ask for his blessing.

The problem with most persons that have reasons to oppose church leadership is that, they are even more greedy than the(Pastors) they are fighting.[/b]

[b]CHAPTER THIRTEEN CONTINUED

The church I attend is a very orderly church in terms of hierarchy and in fact some posts, to me seems unnecessary. For instance, some person’s duty is to go round local churches to drum church dogma/doctrine into people’s ears, another has the duty to go around and do revivals. Whatever! One day, we were told in church to convene at the State headquarters to attend one of these Revival. The revivalist goes from state to state to perform his divine duty as prescribed by the church. So it was our turn to be visited. Well, as usual, the donation/Seed sowing bell will never stop ringing with massive response from brain-washed individuals. I am someone who hates to go to an event late, I would rather not go than be late.

So, at the place of Revival, when this man entered the church, he walked in majestically to the sit, knelt down to pray, stood up, went up to the alter to collect the microphone. He said, with anger in his voice, “Why is the church scanty like this, are they not aware of my coming. Pastor! did you inform your subordinate pastors?”. The pastor replied in affirmative. The revivalist began to preach. He is more like a critic anyway. He criticized everything that was done, and that publicity was not enough for the program. That one no enter me o. Until, he began to verbally attack people. Now he was also one of the pioneering pastors of a local church in that town. And was so lucky to have risen far above others.

So he was not happy with the state of things knowing how he left things and now that he feels things get worse. He was calling names, he would say, “Dagunro (pardon, its an example oo not real names)! Stand up, come here, you did not see me when I entered right, why did you not come to collect my bible? You are a bastard son in Christ! I was the one that made you a minister, look at how ungrateful you are.” And several other persons were being bashed, and he would narrate how he helped them and ask them to sit in front sit where he can see them. But the most painful one that got me angry and so mad inside of me was a woman. This woman is one of the gentlest persons I have ever met on earth. Her children all grown up like me, were my friends. But she was so unlucky that day. What happened?

She came in while the revivalist was pouring his venom on some dude. When he raised his eyes, he just summoned her, “Come here, Dairo! Everyone see another bastard in Christ. So you have the guts to come to a program am involved late ehe. Where is your stupid husband? I was the one who would shelter you, take you to the hospital when he would beat you to pulp. I paid some of your children’s fees. You, Ingrate. I thought you should have been a Senior Pastor by now. But it is obvious since I left, You all have been stagnant in the faith. Dairo! yours is the most painful, come here” Even Pastor C, was not left out in the bashing oooo. He asked her to wait on him by the pulpit. She stood there till he finished his message. She was crying profusely. I have never in my life see a woman broken like that. At a point, he threaten to beat her with his belt as he tried to remove it. (I know many of you will not believe this part of the story but it is the truth. So many others have seen worse). Her case was so painful because, her children were there watching her being treated that way. OVER MY DEAD BODY. I can never let it happen to a relative, how much more my mother. I will beat that pastor to a pulp and take myself to the police station. Even if you are the Vicar of Jesus.[/b]

And God was watching when his servant was killed.. Yet someone will open his bucal cavity and tell me.. It's God's will.. God's will my foot.. A truce breaker killed like an animal in d Bush.. Yet some idiotic persons are out there hale and hearty. ... Where is justice in that...

[b]CHAPTER THIRTEEN
BACK TO HOME CHURCH 3
While, I never knew the truth about Bro D. and his wicked scheme. I was still very active in church but had begun to withdraw slowly because
1. I was preparing to write jamb again for the fourth time as I strongly wanted to leave that environment and the only way out is to gain admission. Mind you, my first choice was a very unpopular South South University. So, it was really far from home. I needed fresh air. So I thought
2. All these church issues/hypocrisy were beginning to affect my zeal especially when I became an addict to Nairaland Religous section and continued my discrete research. There were a lot of issues ranging from fornication, adultery, falsification of results and lots more amongst the ranks and file of church hierarchy. And I would be thinking, If “old things have indeed passed away”, Where is this ones coming from. Moreso, there won’t be need for renewal of the mind because it ought to stay new by the power of the holy ghost. Yet these people, will come and display powerfully before God and men. Well, something is definitely wrong. Yea, indeed wrong. Like I said earlier, until we admit our weakness, we can never find strength to overcome it.
3. A few more events shooked my faith terribly but I still stood my ground. I will narrate them one after the other but not necessarily sequentially.

There was this pastor, ok,let me call him brother F, cos he is no longer a pastor. because not up to one month of assumption as a pastor of my local assembly, he was removed. Why? Because he is said to be involved with two women. At first, when i got to know, it was likea joke, but it dawn on me. I had to make enquiry on why the church will have to take such unchristian decision. yes it is unchristian because, everyone has a past that we do not like to remember. But the church had to use brother F's past as a yardstick to prevent him from serving as a Pastor.

What was his offence? Brother F was a committed member of a very popular holiness church before he join us but he left because he was decieved and was trapped into a marriage with a mentally unstable lady. I will not like to discuss the modus operandi of the church with respect to marriage but by the time brother F realize his folly about "GOD'S WILL", it was too late. he got to know of his wife's predicament at the delievery of his son when the lady in question began to misbehave and almost killed herself and the child at birth. He was so angry that, he had to leave the church because he was betrayed by the same people he trust with his life called "Pastor or Men of God". he found out that, it was an arranged marriage as the parents of the lady were very influencial in church and the lady was due to be sent off, so they had to collide with the MOG to look for a gulible suitor to wed her off. Infact, according to him, the sham marriage was 80% financed by the bride's family. So after that event, he left the church but along the line, he found another lady all by himself devoid of any external influence, impregnanted her, and brought her into his house. He did not pay her dowry untill after two kids from the new wife. LOL, i no blame the man. Once beaten, twice shy.

He was told to restitute, i.e. go back tohis first wife and leave the second one. Hevehemently refused. I was shocked to hear about that kind of restitution. it is one of the dumbest thing i have heard. Restitute oyour marriage. I came to realize, the church so much believe in restitution that they are blind to certain facts about it and it implication on the christian faith. That there are things that CANNOT be practically restituted. How can a rapist restitute?
How can an assasin restitute?
Mind you, we need to know what restitution means- To restore to initial, or original manner or to it proper owner.
So how do you restore a dead man back? i.e for an assasin to effective restitute his ways. Please don't tell me that story of him going to the family of the person he killed and ask for forgiveness. That is actually sucide mission in disguise.

There are things that can be restituted and there are things that cant be restitutedin the actual sense of the word.

So, i began to ask, if i have to restitute for all my wrong doings, then what is the purpose of knowing jesus? Why did he die?
If i still have to restore/compensate for my wrongs? Mind you, he died to cleanse me from my sins including the ones i ought to restitute, so if i restitute, i got no sin for him to cleanse me from

And if this dogma of restitution is true, seriously, noone is going to be as near as a 100km close to heaven (if such a place exist). becasue, frankly, you cant remeber all your wrong doings, neither can you restitute for all of them. it is an unrealistic dogma.

So, on that basis, he was condemned by the church to be unfit to preside over a church.Because it is a church dogma. Mind you, the child from the first marriage is with himand his new family. That incidence almost made him lost his faith but he kept on anyway but never active since then till date. I did felt bad about it. it was an unfair judgement on an elect of God from my point of view.

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[b]To spite him, I was moved to the Secondary section because he was threatening to leave. I felt it because I had already bonded with my pupils. But seriously, I had wanted to take a much matured class and I got it. Meanwhile, Bro D continued to burg me with his night mares he called dreams. I had to tell him point blank not to come to me again except he has evidence not his dreams or conviction. When he saw, he could not convince me he left the school. The reason I knew he left was because of the dreams and he is convinced the woman was evil but the real reason was what I described above. I began to handle all the courses he was handling.

And I am happy basically for one thing, I help shaped a lot of lives for the better. He is a choleric like me who uses FEAR as a potent weapon to achieve result. i.e. put fear in people to succumb to him. And since, am a Choleric too, choleric jam choleric = choleric factorial! He taught his students with that tool and they had no option. Even my sister could not tell me because, she knew I would react. But then, I undid all his spell on them and help them to gain better understanding. Mathematics was the basic issue. Mathematics is not hard as many seems to see it. In fact, every seconds you apply it e.g. when cooking, your brain tells you how many hours it will take to cook rice, what quantity of salt, maggi and what have you, to put. It is a natural thing but in class, it is abstract because the teacher made it so. Hence, many just do- la cram! la pour! If you are teacher reading this story, I beg you, if you do not have passion for it irrespective of what your pay is. You are being paid to ruin lives. Quit the job! Stop ruining lives of young minds who have the tendency to be great in what you would/have made them hate. Many of my students decided to stay in science because I taught them with LOVE yet discipline and not FEAR.

Bro. D began to spread rumors of me being bewitched by the Proprietress and called for prayers o. I was unhappy with him but I did not stop him because I recall, I told him, “if you think I am doing the wrong thing, please pray for me.” But when I got to know the truth behind the whole matter. I felt betrayed by a brother. He is not just a brother in church, I see him as a blood brother, the more reason I could not stomach it, so I confronted him and the rest was history. That scenerio made me only to trust myself, me and I. I found it difficult to trust people fully afterwards though I still try but am always expectant that one day, you will fall my hand.

My kid sister took after me religious-wise and I do fear for her because she is just deep neck into churchism and I hope it will lead her to the truth but the question is, would she be able to break away. Anyway, I will be closely monitoring her to lend a hand if she so desire.[/b]

Op, dont mind them,they wont understand. Recently i did a recap of my life out of religion. I surely miss a lot of things but i have achieved more than all the years i have wasted in Christainity. I dont give a damn about what anyone thinks about me. I am more concerned about what I think about myself. Infact, everyday, i am more convinced in dumping religion. There is nothing sosoothing as freedom but like someone said here on nairaland " it is only a man that cant handle his freedom that needs religion".

Yours-Out-of-Christ

KAYD007:
Bros hope you haven't discontinue the story oo

No sir, There is more to come.. just time is my constraint. I got loads of stuffs to do. bear with me. Thanks

[b]CHAPTER TWELVE CONTINUATION
Several times, I and brother D would discuss in school. He began to tell me of how he dream dreams of the Proprietress being evil. That she started the school on a wrong foot. That she buried something around the school. The guy was just simply delusionary. That, I should stop eating the meal given to staff and a lot of abstract information. I told him, I am not convinced about all he is said except he has proofs. I was surprised he was saying all that about the woman after all the accolades he showered on her that even made me came hunting for a job there.

Later, I discovered, he had a clash with her because of me. What happened was this? When I assumed work, I notice, the mannerism at which students and pupils sing the national anthem, wrong words and a lot of this. I corrected it and even taught them, the second stanza of the national anthem. Moreso, I introduced debates, quizzes, Press club into the system. Once in a week, I ask them of current happenings. They were encouraged to read news paper and listen to t.V or Radio news. Curiosity was activated in them. We cannot be creating book-worms alone, lets make them also activity-worms. Let them be dynamic. So I thought and the idea was welcomed wholeheartedly by the school management. I never knew my guy bro. D was not happy with the development.

Why? Frankly, he was like a tin god in that school. Advice, prayer, preaching wise to the school management and they were so dependent on him and took his advice. But when, I stepped in, the paradigm changed and was tilting towards my side but it was not something I did intentionally or consciously but I was just doing what I know how to do best- HELP PEOPLE IF ITS WITHIN MY POWER. I was not doing it for the school but for the pupils/students. The future is more important to me than the present. If all those who help me become what I am today did not impart into my life or impart the wrong thing, the world would be minus one better person today.

So, the management began to involve me in management decisions including him anyway. So since, he was chief adviser, he was asked for his opinion, if it was good to push me up to the Junior Secondary school. This he vehemently opposed and argued with the management. The management were like, is he not your friend and you have seen the good job he is doing. So he began to scheme that, since, he brought me in, he would take me out- that was the clash he had with the proprietress, I did not know this until very much later.[/b]

[b]CHAPTER TWELVE
BACK TO HOME CHURCH- 2
In the meantime, as soon as I got back from Lagos. I went to thank Bro D for his help so far and to request for accountability on how he spent the money I sent to him. I need the receipts and every other necessary documents. He began to play defensive that, why should I ask him to render account and that it is a sign of distrust. That he has nothing to say but the most important thing is that, the girl is doing fine. Yes, that true, but the school fees ought to have been exhausted. Fees of 25k with books and by my reckoning, I had send over 25k to him. So I was not expecting any debt waiting for me. He played his way put by telling me some cock and bull stories. I let the matter go. A lot of people do not find it necessary to be accountable but sorry I do. I hate to be accused of something I never did. So keep account especially, when it has to do with money.

I refuse to work out of annoyance of what my last boss did to me. But when hunger taught me some lessons, I picked up myself and began to search for work. I called brother D, I told him to enquire if there is vacancy at their school. He said, in fact, I should write my letter and that, he is very influential on the Proprietress and that, he 101% sure of me getting a job. I quickly drafted my letter. The following day, I went to the school as he describe though, my sister attends the school. I do not mix family with work or pleasure. A close friend of mine was embarrassed by me because of this. Because we joke and laugh and eat from the same pot of food does not mean, when we meet in official capacity, we should not take things for granted. And my kid sister, understood that. I got to the school, met with a guy who interviewed me, we discussed. I got the job easy and clean. “Teacher Dankol! How far?”, I heard Brother D called from a nearby office. I thanked him because he had already done the ground work. Now the school has both Primary and a Junior Secondary section. Brother D was a staff of the Junior Secondary school while I was drafted to the primary section to teach primary 1. Chai.. it was hell for me. Teaching is one of the hardest job to do but if you have the passion or develop the passion to do it. You will enjoy it. Now, at first, I felt I could not cope. My English was too big for a primary 1 student to flow along with me. But, I seriously felt for the innocent children whose parents just throw them into school to give them time to face their businesses. Well, I love to see people better than they were if I can. I began to adjust to their ways of learning. Taking time to get to know them one after the other. Knew their strength and weakness. Many of them hate Maths because of the approach of the teacher and the way he/she threatens them when they can’t catch up. Yet, some of them were very brilliant. So I get practical with my teaching, tell them stories and did not carry cane with me. I encourage them with gifts for any first ten who would do assignment and pass them well. They picked up. Out of 32 kids, 28 were encouraging. I was so happy with myself. I am proud of those kids anytime anyday. But then, I was strict with them. It is about balancing the equation. And I don’t know how I did, but I did. It really affected me seriously that I was caught dousing off in class by the proprietress several times. But she was understanding. So, I got some money for myself and part of it went to my sister’s fees.[/b]

[b]I took my bow legs and walked jejely to my sit. He continued to struggle with the song. The keyboard guy was getting frustrated. It was the lady who brought the song, who spoke with him to consider what I said earlier, I guess. He yielded but he still could not do it. For my perspective, I guess, the fact that the suggestion was from me, made it un-do-able for him. Everyone watched, waited. Later, he and the lady conversed and he suddenly, looked up and called me to come out to do the song. I saw him grinned at me, inside of him, was like, ok now, na you bring the suggestion, come do am make I see. To cut, the long story short, He did not laugh last in that matter. I co-lead that song during the concert with the lady who brought it.
I will try as much as I can to avoid being specific about the church structure here cos, if I do, many of you will easily detect the church and I do not want it so but if you are very much of the critical thinking type, you should be able to decode. I want to round up, this guy’s story. He was seeking for loyalists and unfortunately, he could not get mine after trying hard to get close to me. If you have read “48 laws of power”, you will understand that he was using that portion that talks about bringing your enemies closer than your friends. So, he reduced my chances of leading songs and brought up the idea of grooming others too. I bought the idea. It was something I would love to do. Help others become better than I am. It is the most fulfilling thing I have ever done in my life. Not long after, a state headquarters was established at that town to control several local churches. Now, all things being equal, my local church ought to be the secretariat of the new headquarters but due to church politics which a large chunk of it was played by Pastor C-do you still remember him, (After Pastor A left, his goodies never came from our local church again). So it was payback time, He help divert the location to a barely new local assembly that is being funded by a very senior officer of the police force. Now, the race for position started,every God damn hypocrite began to lobby. My choir director (the guy) began to lobby too for State Choir directorship. I was like, “dis guy no sabi body oo, we dey manage you for here, you won go disgrace yourself at the top.” There were three others who wanted the position too from other assemblies. At a certain point, the power brokers could not decide on whom to choose because each of them had an insider. So, to let peace reign, they asked all chorister to come choose their leader. No more prayer to choose oooo. Na casting of lot and election ooooo. Yea, he was banking on us to elect him. Well, personally, I disappointed him but I was surprised, many of our choristers also did not vote him. Well, I did not vote for anyone cos I was of the opinion that, we should seek the face of God to choose a good and reliable leader for us. Well, a new leader was chosen. It was not him. That was the beginning of his decline in church. Later, he recovered from the shock and left the choir to join the pastorage. As at the last time, heard of him. He is now a pastor too. – When a man is despirate for power, he will do anything, anywhere, anyhow to get it. I know he has a target and he might get it. Personally, I like his zeal but not what is propelling it.[/b]

[b]CHAPTER ELEVEN
BACK TO THE HOME CHURCH - 1 CONTINUATION
The day he saw me perform, I knew that day, he marked me as a worthy competitor. Since, that day, He would choose programs where crowd are likely going to be much for himself to lead in praise/worship, and share the rest amongst us. I recall, one vigil, he was singing and on several occasions, he was just going off-key at a point, killing everyone’s zeal to sing. Mind you, that off-key thing was his regular thing but during that vigil, it was so prone even to the congregation. So he signaled me, to come take over from him and I did. Things stabilized.

Now, am not perfect, I have my down side too in music and it only becomes visible when I don’t do my training. You know as a vocalist, there are certain foods one should abstain from and other rules too. So I guess, he was looking for an opportunity to embarrass me. He got it one day.
During one of the rehearsals for the concert, there is this Hausa song, a chorister brought that we all have been working on. But, the lady who brought the song could not modulate at the point where necessary because, the song ordinarily was a high pitch song. So, he said, he would try it. He did, he messed up and got every chorister cracking. I went to him, told him to change the key of the song to a lower key of his comfort, hence lowering the pitch too on the same octave after which, he can try the original pitch later as soon as he got used to it from his comfort zone (the keyboardist was in agreement).

As soon as I stopped, speaking and saw that the keyboardist was nodding in agreement, he flared up and told me to go and sit down and that he knows what he is doing. I felt embarrassed and disappointed. Like I told you guys earlier, I am pretty innovative, it may not be such a huge stuff but can make so much difference. See, the challenge most persons have in music is that, they want to do it perfectly just the way Sinach, Ron Kenoly, Don Moen, Kirk Franklin did it. It is a good thing but they fail to know one thing, that is, “the beauty of being different! The beauty of being YOU!”. These artists we so much desire to emulate, did not get there in 2 days, they did not become good overnight. It took them years of dedication, energy, time, money and a whole lot of sacrifices,most choristers cannot even give. Then, why not work within your limit and be different. Most choristers in Nigeria do not sing except when they are in church or in a religious atmosphere– I mean gospel song ooo, let not enter secular oo if not, even God go vex for the kind song wey dey their phone. And yet they want to be a star. If you want to know how to sing, the only way is to SING! SING to perfection. Sing anywhere, everywhere at any opportunity you can. Practice they say, makes perfection.[/b]

Joagbaje:
Not at all . Love doesn't rejoice in evil. We believe in Gods mercy and patience. Gods judgement already had a time . Judgement day. If any man perish for his wrong now God is not responsible . There's law of sowing and reaping. . The cup of evil gets filled at different times for different people. Some call it law of carma

Sir.. The bible says God is love.. He does not want ANYONE to perish... Please who created evil? Yet love (God) rejoice not in evil (he created). By biblical standard.. God practice favouritism.. He can decide to kill you like a cockroach or leave ur miserable life for u till he decides to snuff it out... And yet he is the sheperd, healer, provider, protector. What happened to his protective ability during bomb blast, yet he never sleeps, he never slumber... Religion is a well packaged haox

joseph1013:
[b]CHRISTIANS, WHAT IS YOUR ADVANTAGE?

I often don't understand Christians and their beliefs. It's impossible to have a rational debate with many of our religious friends because they will ALWAYS find excuses to rationalise their beliefs.

Yesterday, I stumbled on an article on the internet where the respected Pastor Sunday Adelaja who leads the largest Pentecostal church in Europe confessed to having sexual relations with over 30 women in his congregation. See HERE

In his defence, I saw so many Christians calling for restraints and telling people who condemned him to realise that Pastors are humans who are subject to failings of the human flesh. But it kept me wondering about the irony of it all.

Isn't that convenient! I like how in trying to make excuses for these Pastors when they show their true selves, believers are always quick to admit suddenly that they are humans. Well, maybe you all should start treating them like one and stop being their sheep. When you were giving them your money for their lies, they were divine....when they tell you when and what to eat or wear, they were divine....but when they are caught pants down....you suddenly remember that they are humans and ask that they be pardoned for being human.

These are the same people who proselytise from door to door and refer to those of us who reject their message as sinners. They say that if we accept Jesus into our lives, he will give us the power to overcome sin and to live sin-less lives. These guys are worse offenders because they sin as much as the rest of us but they lie about this and project an aura of moral uprightness.

My question to them is - what is the advantage of giving my life to Jesus if your lives are as sinful as mine? What's the point of Jesus' death if Christians cannot overcome sins?

You claim that Jesus gives power over sins but why does this not stop you from sinning? And, if you admit that accepting Jesus into your lives doesn't stop you from sinning then on what basis do you invite others to give their lives to Christ?

I mean, what does this actually do for you? I ask because devout Christians experience illnesses, infertility, loss of jobs, divorces, untimely death and so on as much as everyone else.

Seeing as Christianity does not immune you from misfortune nor does it make you to be more moral than everyone else, what then is the advantage of submitting yourselves to its irrational doctrines?

To conclude, the point has to be made - religions and their gods do not make people moral. They give people a feeling of righteousness and a sense of entitlement to call others sinners whilst all the while being full of sh!t![/b]

Exactly my Thoughts.. Thumb up bro

tpiadotcom:
does my thread give you the impression it was opened because I am concerned about this phenomenon?

You must be misreading it, sorry about that.

Feel free to knock yourself out on your thread btw.

WHO CARES

johnydon22:
Bros see me see wahala ooo ...

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See confirm angry ranting cus i talk small truth.. Chai but ayam on ghost mode .. them no see me

**Singing** Double wahala for deady body!!!

DNT MIND HIM SIR, HE IS UNDER THE INSPIRATION OF THE HOLY SPIRIT IN GREEN BOTTLE

AnalyticEngine:
Jesus is the SON of God and NOT the same person as God. Jesus is the reflection of the invisible God (col 1:15). The Holy Spirit on the other hand is the Living Power and Presence of the invisible God (Gen 1:2). You may see the Holy Spirit relative to God the way radiation/heat is relative to the Sun in our solar system. Jesus is second to God, God is overall (1 Cor 15:27). The taught doctrine of trinity which suggests that God the Father is the same person as Jesus Christ is not accurate because it is inconsistent with scripture. Scripture has referred to God as being Supreme and greater than even Jesus Christ as seen in 1 cor 15. Several other portions show that God and Jesus are two different beings even though they agree and have the same purpose. The purpose of Jesus Christ is to do the will of God which includes revealing the heart of God to man by the Power of the Holy Spirit (John 4:34). However, God has given Jesus His scepter to legislate/govern the affairs of the world on his behalf "all power is given unto me (Matthew 28:18)." When redemption is perfected, Jesus will handover the kingdom to God the Father. God the Father, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit of God work together because they are of the same Spirit. They are one just as Jesus prayed the Father that the Church be one too. Jesus does only what He sees the Father do(John 5:19) and that is why He told Philip that if he had seen Him [Jesus], he had seen the Father [God](John 14:9-10). To understand this better, take a holistic view of 1 Corinthians 15:24-28...take note of the bolded.

Then the end will come, when he [Jesus] hands over the kingdom to God the Father after he has destroyed all dominion, authority and power.

For he [Jesus] must reign until he has put all his enemies under his feet.

The last enemy to be destroyed is death.

For he "has put everything under his feet." Now when it says that "everything" has been put under him [Jesus], it is clear that this does not include God himself, who put everything under Christ.

When he has done this, then the Son himself [Jesus] will be made subject to him[God] who put everything under him, so that God may be all in all.

I was a strong advocate of the taught doctrine of Trinity that God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit were the same singular entity until i resolved to studying the bible for myself and living by its provisions

cc: BlackHummer

Waiting for trinitarians to do justice to this from the same bible.. watching in 3-D