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Tanx for reading. I am a pastor over a local assembly...and i am busy for the new year programs. Notwithstanding, i am going to update. Tanx again

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Chapter 3: Wanted!

One sunny afternoon of the first term of 1984/1985 session, my teacher told me I was wanted by the headmaster. My heart skipped a thousand times. Many thoughts raced through my mind, galloping like the chariots of the ancient armies going to the war. I wobbled down to the headmaster’s office, trembling. Mr. J. A Alu, the headmaster, was no nonsense person. His baritone voice was like shattering thunder. Teachers and pupils have a lot of respect for him because of his discipline and charisma. I got to his office, the very first time to enter his office. I was scared to sore to say the least. ‘Are you Ayobami’? His baritone voice queried as it echoed. I answered timidly, not knowing what my offence was. I was afraid that my name will not be written in the ‘black book’ of the school. His next question jolted me to the reality. ‘What says the clock’? As he pointed to the swinging pendulum clock hung on the wall. I answered him briskly with great trepidations. Whether my answer was correct or wrong I couldn’t tell till now. The next thing I heard him saying was that ‘from now on you are the school time keeper’. He then directed the chaplain who had come into the office to hand over the time table, the bell and the wall clock to me. My immediate take was a mix feeling. What happened to Olu Olorunmaiye? He was the time keeper. He was cool headed fellow too. His father was the principal of Benevolent College, Obbo-Aiyegunle then. I took delivery of my new responsibility working tools to my class. My classmates were happy that one of them, a primary 5 pupil is a prefect. All others were in primary 6. Before I got home, my parents were already in the knowing of my new responsibility. There was no telephone service then in the town and how they got to know was a misery to my childish mind. In fact, the only phone I know of was that of Pa Ajibola, a WW2 veteran who had a non functional, pre Elizabethan II era phone in his small living room. I got home and was about telling my mom when she cut in that the Olorunmaiyes were on transfer to Lokoja (I think so). Lokoja was still part of Kwara State then until 1991. I could then understand why I had to step in as time keeper. Such was our lives as children of public servants back in the days. For instance, I changed schools four times before I could finish my primary school education. In fact, I went to two different schools in my primary 6 apart from St. Luke’s where I got promoted and was made head boy. Unfortunately, I didn’t stay more than two weeks into resumption as my mother was on transfer to Offa. That was how I went to stay with my maternal grandma in the village. I never had the opportunity to perform my duty as the head boy beyond two weeks. I also missed the opportunity of finishing in that school, so sad. I remember how tears dropped from my eyes torrentially like the tropical rainfall as we bade the community good bye. The pains and the agony of leaving the church, the school and my friends was so much that it affected me in the weeks that followed. As I write there some of my friends I never set eyes on since September 1985.

Merry Christmas readers...update coming soon

Why is this noise making?

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texanomaly: Good. I get annoyed when people pray for things and expect it without any effort. Thanks for sharing your story.

The story has not started sis...tanx for following

texanomaly: Did you study more after asking for this?

Oh sure I did...i studied hard...God couldn't have honoured that prayer if i was lazy

I have a story to tell

https://www.nairaland.com/1565401/heart-pastor

texanomaly: Inspiring.

Tanx sis...cud u help me get others to read the story...update comes up later in the day

Chapter 2 : Where Does God Live
Sometimes in 1983 during the Christmas vacation, my family was invited for a retreat organized by Deeper Life ministry. It was yet to be a full fledge church then around where my mother was newly posted to. It was there at the retreat I started having greater urge for God in my life. I was just 7 years plus then. Just before this retreat, I queried in my heart as I sat one Sunday morning in that small church of ECWA Obbo-Aiyegunle, Kwara State, ‘does God exist? Why must we come every time to pray to someone we can’t see? ’ The retreat was an answer. I need to state that prior this time, I had had encounter through the children church I attended in ECWA, the crusades of Ade omo oba Jesu, Obadare, Jesus Film and Street Revival of The Apostolic Faith Mission. After the retreat at St Luke’s Anglican Primary School, Obbo Aiyegunle, I was fully aware of God, the reality of sin and its consequences at a greater level. As a child, I was still childish in my behavior and played all the pranks of the childhood. From that time, I started desiring God and more and more. I stopped the bad things I was following others to do as little children whose hearts were filled with follies such as peeping through windows, stoning goats and other domestic animals for fun, cursing and railing abusive words on age mates and others. I started telling others how bad it is to be bad. God in deed showed me He was real. There was a particular event in June 1984 I won’t forget. Yes, it was a weekend. On Friday of that weekend, I slept and had a dream of rapture. As I looked backed, it must have been summation of stories I heard about rapture replaying in my sub consciousness that night or at best, God was reinforcing the reality of heaven in me. I woke up terrified and awed by what I saw, the angels, the blinding lights and the street of gold. Although nobody led to anywhere neither was any angel giving me messages nor was I shown hell. As we were going to the farm that morning, I remembered telling my cousin and other kids like me what I saw and they told me I was lying so I kept quiet. In the evening of that Saturday, I was with other children outside playing before nightfall; there was a bright light that shone as if it was noon time. It was terrifying and everyone thought the world has come to an end. Adults were shouting ‘Jesus, Jesus…have mercy’. Kids were asked to run inside. From that day, I was taken serious. It was earth tremor with greater impact in Ijebu Ode that night has I would later understand. From there on, my urge for God increased. I started engaging God in covenant partnership. For instance, I remembered telling God if he could make me top my class, I would come back and pay a vow of any amount that is truly mine. The truth was that St Luke’s had four arms at the time at all level. I was in D class taking 4th position. That was the closest since I moved to that school in early 1983. Amazingly, God did his own part; how I made first position overall my set was mystery. From nowhere I just led the entire set. Pupils and teachers were dazed. As soon as I started receiving gifts and money I kept on reminding myself of my vow. As small as I was I fulfilled my vow. It was an experience that further strengthened my young mind that God is true-the true and the living God who dwells in light inaccessible.

Chapter 1: Run…Let’s Run!

My name is Ayo. I am the first child of my mum but my father’s first son. Growing up was a challenging one. As I grew up I discovered I was different from every other child. Every other child would run but I couldn’t run as they could. If I ran, they would make jest of me and ridiculed me especially, the mischievous ones. Oop ! Polio had damaged my left leg. I was struck with the terrible disease according to my mum when I was two years plus. How it happened was unexplainable. She trained as Community Health Officer back in those specializing in Child Health but alas her first child became infected with that terrible life threatening ailment. Later in years I have to admit the fact that God knows why. I saw the pictures of my first year birthday, it was nice one. In one of the pictures, I was dancing like a boy who would one day surpass the dancing steps of the legend MJ. However, in spite of that, I have something going on for me. I was brave hearted and quite intelligent with high I.Q. At about age four I stopped crawling. When I was struck, I was forced to crawl like a baby learning to crawl at age two. By age four I started learning how to walk again but my left leg was weak, thinner than the right leg. I could recollect how I always felt not been able to do what others could do in my primary school. And of course, I remember doing the odd things because I refused to accept that my leg was affected with polio. Two instances came to my mind. I remembered running marathon race with other students in my year one in secondary school. Though, I have to trek half of the distance and finished off on a teacher's bicycle. I was glad I did. Staying back all alone would have brought sorrows to my heart. The second time was my service year in Abuja. I went for the endurance trek…the army officers were amazed how I did that. This shows how terrible the infliction of poliomyelitis and its stigma. God was gracious to me through those odd formative years. Thing I couldn’t do physically pushed me to mental exercise so that I won’t loose on both sides.

The Heart of A Pastor

Author’s Note

This work is a true life story. A story of joy, sadness, fall, mistakes, disloyalty, exploits and triumph. I chose to write my story not just to entertain but that it may serve as a warning guidepost for people to take heed lest the fall. And to those who are down at the moment, it’s not over…God can never be too late and He is too gracious and you are so precious to him to be abandoned. All the names of characters and places are true except a few middle names used because of the sensitivity of the situations that brought us in contact. I know Nairaland is like a pub, I quite aware of that fact. All the same, I will tell my story.I want sincerely thank God for those whose life and works have imparted and impacted me so much. John Bunyan (1628-1688). His two classical works, Pilgrim Progress and Grace Abounds for the chief of Sinners were helpful during darkest moment of waiting for admission, the books kept me busy. Iain Murray’s The Puritan Hope was helpful during my teenage years. Yea, I won’t forget Arthur Wali’s The Radical Christians. The following works also deserve mentioning: Buy the Future by Mensah Otabil, Loyalty and Disloyalty by Dag Heward Mills. These are the few works I will like to mention. Of course, there are others like late pastor Tayo Adeyemi of New Wine Church, London; Rev Austin; Gbile Akanni, late Rev. Dr Thomas Ogunrinu.

Let the story starts…

I dont know if i should comment. Its a known fact that black africa spiritualise everything. Most testimonies are lies ...and sometimes show off. All the congregation now knows she has a tablet. The pastor seems to be arrogating power that belongs to God by allowing such open testimony. What was her deep motive? What was the pastor's intention too to feature her.

God has wonderful plan for marriage.That is why established marriage. The essence of marriage is to demonstrate God’s plan. There are principles that make marriage work.

Principles that make marriage works (Genesis 2:24) is called Leaving and Cleaving
The man is expected to leave his parents.Both of them are to cleave to each other. Violation of this principle is the cause of challenges facing young couples today

Challenges facing young couples

1. Over expectations from each others. The time of courtship is filled with all of courtesy but as soon as the veil is lifted…the reality sets in.

2. Financial crisis due to sinful or extravagant living. If a partner is living in wanton sin, it may bring drain on the family wallet or finance.
3. Spiritual incompatibility due to backsliding
4. Comparisons of the spouse with someone’s spouse
5. Childlessness
6. Immaturity
7. Lack of understanding of God’s plan
8.The problem of the third- party in marriage (in-laws, friends, football matches etc)
9.Infidelity
10.Lack of trust
11.Sex

How to overcome
1. Recognize the Lordship of Christ over your marriage
2. Spouse should read bible and pray together
3. Spouse should take interest in what his or spouse like eg supporting the foot club the husband is supporting or political party
Spouse must give up themselves and enjoy each other in sex
Avoid intruders in your marriage

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