*📍.......GOD HAS NOT CONDEMNED YOU:*
*🔘 There Hope For Repentance:*
.......with what is happening around the globe and mostly in the church... friends, to be honest with you... I'm not happy!! 😔
My unhappiness is due to the fact that, able brother's who started zealously are now at the back seat of the Holy Ghost.
Sister's who commenced gloriously in kingdom fellowships has automatically been reduced to loaves of bread in heavenly record.
However, tonight I wanna commenced by encouraging us with below story of one of my beloved Brother called Paul....
*📍THE STORY OF BROTHER PAUL:*
......when sister Bola got out of the conference room at about 3p.m, her stomach was rumbling. She had only taken a cup of coffee 🍵 since morning and even though she had a pack of sandwich in her bag, what she wanted was some real food.
She dropped her laptop 💻 on her table and grabbed her purse before rushing out of the office.
In the eatery across her office, she set a tray of fried rice and barbeque chicken on an empty table close to the window.
As she picked up the fork, memories 💭 of the incident that had happened few months ago flooded her mind.
She lost her appetite and the fork fell from her hand.
The shock of seeing her fiancé, Paul, stare at her colleague when he came to pick her up was still vivid in her mind.
‘Who is she?’ She had asked the moment she entered his car.
Bro Paul couldn’t even look at her.
"She is my ex. We dated for a while on campus and then we broke up" .... Why didn’t you tell me she works in your office?’
Sister Bola was irritated by the question. "Was I supposed to keep a tab on all the girls you dated? Besides, she just got employed a month ago.’
She looked at him calmly. ‘Did you really date her or was she one of your many flings"
Bro Paul didn’t respond immediately until he pulled out of the street into the expressway. "We dated even though I knew I couldn’t marry her"
"Why?
".....Because she was not my kind of girl. She was pushy and always available. I never had to fight to get anything from her. She gave it all to me willingly. Besides, I wasn’t really in love with her"
"So why did you ask her out?
"Are we going to spend the whole evening talking about a girl from my past? It ended long ago Bola"
Sister Bola didn’t say anything after that. Bro Paul also made no attempt to continue the conversation.
They’d planned to spend the evening with one of Paul’s friends who just got into the country from Canada but instead, Paul dropped her off at home and that made Bola very angry. She got down from the car and marched into her flat.
The next day, Sister Funke cat-walked into Bola’s office in a short gown and a four-inch pointy heels. She stopped in front of her table.
"Are you dating Paul? 😲
Sister Bola grinned. ‘Paul is my fiancé. We are getting married before the end of the year.’ Stay away from my man!
Sister Funke laughed.
Wow!
Smart guy. He messes around and finally settles for a good christian sister.’
Clasping her hands on the table, Sister Bola stared at the blank screen of her desktop.
Some of her colleagues were already settling into their seats. ‘Sister Funke, I have work to do. I don’t have time for small talk this morning.’ She powered the desktop and picked up a file from her table.
Sister Funke sat on the edge of the table.
"The leopard never changes its spot. Are you ready for the baggage Paul’s going to bring to the table? Can you handle it?’
Sister Bola looked at her and her pulse rocketed.
Sister Funke placed her hand on Sister Bola’s shoulder. ‘Let’s talk over lunch.’
.....and they did talk.
Sister Funke was natural with storytelling. She knew how to create pictures and her words were gripping so much that they kept you glued to your seat.
Sister Bola listened to every word Funke said. She knew Bro Paul’s father was a surgeon and his mother the branch manager of a bank in Lagos but she had no idea how Bro Paul spent lavishly back on campus.
*🔘 There Hope For Repentance:*
.......with what is happening around the globe and mostly in the church... friends, to be honest with you... I'm not happy!! 😔
My unhappiness is due to the fact that, able brother's who started zealously are now at the back seat of the Holy Ghost.
Sister's who commenced gloriously in kingdom fellowships has automatically been reduced to loaves of bread in heavenly record.
However, tonight I wanna commenced by encouraging us with below story of one of my beloved Brother called Paul....
*📍THE STORY OF BROTHER PAUL:*
......when sister Bola got out of the conference room at about 3p.m, her stomach was rumbling. She had only taken a cup of coffee 🍵 since morning and even though she had a pack of sandwich in her bag, what she wanted was some real food.
She dropped her laptop 💻 on her table and grabbed her purse before rushing out of the office.
In the eatery across her office, she set a tray of fried rice and barbeque chicken on an empty table close to the window.
As she picked up the fork, memories 💭 of the incident that had happened few months ago flooded her mind.
She lost her appetite and the fork fell from her hand.
The shock of seeing her fiancé, Paul, stare at her colleague when he came to pick her up was still vivid in her mind.
‘Who is she?’ She had asked the moment she entered his car.
Bro Paul couldn’t even look at her.
"She is my ex. We dated for a while on campus and then we broke up" .... Why didn’t you tell me she works in your office?’
Sister Bola was irritated by the question. "Was I supposed to keep a tab on all the girls you dated? Besides, she just got employed a month ago.’
She looked at him calmly. ‘Did you really date her or was she one of your many flings"
Bro Paul didn’t respond immediately until he pulled out of the street into the expressway. "We dated even though I knew I couldn’t marry her"
"Why?
".....Because she was not my kind of girl. She was pushy and always available. I never had to fight to get anything from her. She gave it all to me willingly. Besides, I wasn’t really in love with her"
"So why did you ask her out?
"Are we going to spend the whole evening talking about a girl from my past? It ended long ago Bola"
Sister Bola didn’t say anything after that. Bro Paul also made no attempt to continue the conversation.
They’d planned to spend the evening with one of Paul’s friends who just got into the country from Canada but instead, Paul dropped her off at home and that made Bola very angry. She got down from the car and marched into her flat.
The next day, Sister Funke cat-walked into Bola’s office in a short gown and a four-inch pointy heels. She stopped in front of her table.
"Are you dating Paul? 😲
Sister Bola grinned. ‘Paul is my fiancé. We are getting married before the end of the year.’ Stay away from my man!
Sister Funke laughed.
Wow!
Smart guy. He messes around and finally settles for a good christian sister.’
Clasping her hands on the table, Sister Bola stared at the blank screen of her desktop.
Some of her colleagues were already settling into their seats. ‘Sister Funke, I have work to do. I don’t have time for small talk this morning.’ She powered the desktop and picked up a file from her table.
Sister Funke sat on the edge of the table.
"The leopard never changes its spot. Are you ready for the baggage Paul’s going to bring to the table? Can you handle it?’
Sister Bola looked at her and her pulse rocketed.
Sister Funke placed her hand on Sister Bola’s shoulder. ‘Let’s talk over lunch.’
.....and they did talk.
Sister Funke was natural with storytelling. She knew how to create pictures and her words were gripping so much that they kept you glued to your seat.
Sister Bola listened to every word Funke said. She knew Bro Paul’s father was a surgeon and his mother the branch manager of a bank in Lagos but she had no idea how Bro Paul spent lavishly back on campus.
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