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Sorry. Still a scam artist. It's the idea that you're promoting that makes you a scam

Ohibenemma:
Wow! You must have felt very smart after typing this.

Well, I'm not even a pastor today, to start with, and it's a fictionally adapted 'true life experience'. Definitely not mine. I'm sure you understand that now.

The logic for some perceived Christian/Atheist prosperity discrepancies is simple. While some Christians are unrepentantly tight fisted, some atheists are selfless givers.

This is utterly BS.
You sound like a scam artist
Probably some small town pastor looking for ways to get people to pay tithes. Go get a job man.
God allowed thieves to steal your car because you didn't pay tithes, but he allowed atheists to be the leading richest and safest people in the world?
Anyway your message would thrive because of the number of single digit IQsin this country

Ohibenemma:
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I didn't inform my wife about this decision until the close of the Sunday School.

"What? Why not this week?"

"Pastor asked if next week will be okay and I agreed," I lied. It didn't matter that we were in church. I was going to inform the pastor once service closed. "Maybe he has a function to attend to after today's service."

"It's alright," my wife said and I nodded in agreement.

During the short interval between the end of the Sunday School and commencement of the main service, I made a dash outside just to catch a glimpse of my majestic car, standing out in the midst of others, silvery and sparkling. My wife eyed me as I returned to sit beside her, but said nothing. I wasn't sure if she was aware of my mission.

I danced more than many others; shouted halleluyah more than many, but listened least attentively during the sermon as I couldn't shake off thoughts of my brandnew Toyota Camry. I had to do all I could to remain seated through it all. I was first to go out at the close of service and that was where EVERYTHING went wrong. It couldn't be! My silvery Toyota Camry was parked there, glistening under the rays of the sun, beautiful and majestic? Not at all! Its space was empty, void, conspicuous proof that it had once been there. My countenance alternated between smiles of forced bravado and frowns of mounting desperation. I went to the now empty parking spot and turned around several times, wishing the car would somehow come into view in the course of my exertions - efforts in futility. I didn't care if others thought me of an unsound mind, after all whose mind would remain sound after the sudden disappearance of his brandnew car, less than a week after its purchase?

"My car is gone!" I finally screamed, "my brandnew car is gone!"

Many eyes turned in my direction. Some, who were already moving their cars, stopped and came out. I didn't mind their stares of wonderment. My wife ran out too, flanked by our kids.

"What happened, dear?" Worry was written all over her face.

"Everything has happened! My car is gone, my brandnew car has been devoured..." It had come out unconsciously, but now that I said it, it made sense. The devourer! The devourer! I was agitated and was probably making wild motions when I felt strong hands upon me. "Leave me alone!" I roared, but the grips would not relent. "We're talking about my brandnew car here! Leave me alone!" Someone hinted to the fact that such acts were only carried out in connivance with one close to the victim, but how was that any concern of mine? The car was gone! My precious baby was gone.

They thought I was going mad. Maybe, if I was more relaxed, they would release the grip. I tried the meekest tone I could muster.

"I am okay, you don't need to do this, I am only worried."

They exchanged knowing glances and nodded. My wife nodded too, but just as I felt the grips being released, I felt an adrenaline upsurge again.

"We are talking about my devoured brandnew car here! Leave my arms alone!" No sooner than I had managed to jerk one arm free when the grips were tightened again. I could hear my kids crying now, I could see the tears running down my wife's face, but I couldn't come to terms with the loss of my Toyota Camry, silvery, beautiful and majestic. These reactions only pushed me to seek my freedom more violently, prompting more effort in checking me by my captors.

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I turned around to behold my wife's face. A smile broke forth amidst the lines of worry.

"He's awake, sir!" She announced to someone I was yet to know.

The pastor's face came into view. He smiled too.

"It is alright, madam; God has already secured the victory." He addressed my wife and patted my forehead. "Bro Uduak, you don't know how precious your life is, or you wouldn't allow your heart to be so tied to an earthly treasure which can rot away and be stolen."

Then, I remembered my car, my precious brandnew Toyota Camry, silvery, beautiful and majestic and shut my eyes. The many questions I had meant to ask about what was going on suddenly found answers. It was well, the car was gone. The Police would never find it. I never confessed to my wife how I had rejected her advice to pay a tenth of my windfall to God, no other soul ever got wind of it.

I was back to work the next day and acted like nothing ever went amiss. Now, I was indifferent to all the showy displays of my colleagues. Somehow, their ownership of cars meant nothing to me. Against my wishes, they later got wind of the acquisition and theft of my Toyota Camry. I was indifferent to their expressions of sympathy, too. The whole car drama felt like a dream, a vastly faded one.

I got another car a year after, and my wife, after yet another year. Today, it still baffles me how I could have been so attached to that first car.


THE END

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