July 19, 2021
July 19, 2021
Thank God for a life well spent.
The story of our journey of togetherness begins like this: On a Sunday morning in July 1967, I had decided to worship for the first time at the head of The Apostolic Church, Nigeria, then at 42 Cemetery state, Ebute Metta, Lagos. Thus, on entering the worship hall, I knelt and prayed about 8:45 am at my seat in one of the pews of the male rows. Then, I raised my head, open my eyes to set them on “you” seated in the front row among the female choristers with a large colorful hat. Then, I was momentarily struck with an inner voice that said, “that is your wife!” I struggled for a while with that thought and considering it as lustful thoughts, I quickly rebuked and cast it out in the name of Jesus Christ.I had been born again for about six years prior to that time and had learnt how to listen to the voice of the Holy Spirit but was still struggling with the other sensual attractions. I had also been praying that God would show/reveal the person I would marry to me and me to “her.” After that morning service, a friend invited me to accompany him to one of the Deacons of that church. The house was located at 35 Ondo Street, Ebute-Metta, not too far from 42 Cemetery Street. My friend and I sat down in the living room of the Deacon’s apartment. While waiting, I was amazed to see “you” the same girl I had encountered at the Church service had changed into a common house dress. But I could still shockingly identify you were the same person I saw in the Church. I, therefore, took note of your separate appearances to me and pondered on them over the years.