What a Surprise! Is this me?

Hmn! is this me? Well, as all friends and colleague were full of surprise nd askin me... Na so I de ask myself too. Is this me?

The 4th of January is smt else and will forever linger in my memory. Just normally as the day fell on a Sunday, I'm ready to go knock 'em down with my enuf decking (designer clothes) as usual. I plan to worship in my traditional Anglican church but being me, I had to allow my friends choice overtake mine. My friend doesn't like going to church or smt related (he's almost... let say 70% atheist as a bachelor) but he's a pastor-like person in appearance to most pple. So as I said, been me: I allowed my friend... lets call him DEE - to choose where we go worship.

DEE chose a particular Charismatic/Gospel/Pentecostal or anyhw you call it, (..Na playground I de call am sha. The thing be say if DEE fit like this particular church, who wont? Satan self go enter first). The church is located in mid-town of Abuja. I had on many occassion ridicule this church as a playground for those who love merriment. Look, all club guys n' girls, even runs babes wey I know also worships in this church. My dear, to be candid, the church structure too fine, the environment na smt else.

This wonderful day is not my first time attending the church, but its always been moments like DEE case that takes me there. One other thing is; the church is presided over by a woman! Yes, I have issues with that. I don't buy into the idea of a woman leading a church ( that could be trace to my Anglican background). I learn that she started the church with her late husband. Well, as I want make my friend go church (Also cream chicks plenty too). I set out that morning with DEE in my car (We're both mobile, just choose to use mine).

The service started exactly 11.00am and as we were ushered in with beautiful melodies from various popular gospel singers. We found a convenient seat at the rear of the church and join in the fellowship.

The programme moves from one activity to another, Holy Communion, Announcements, Praise and Worships, Offerings and so on...

Immediately after offering was taken, the announcer echoed, "the preacher for the 1st Sunday of the year 2009 is our dear mama, sistar, aunt... Pastor (Mrs) Bla bba ba! Oh oh! My head sparked, hey! I manage coming to the church I detested so much is not enuf, now to be preach to by a woman. *&??***
........my head scartered. I was boiling inside and my anger was obvious that DEE asked me, "wetin"?
"no Problem... no-no-nothing" I answered him. (person wey no like church before, make I go tell im my feelings? Na to find excuse fashy God I give am so).

I composed myself and sat down in unison with the congregation as she(Pastor SHE) demanded us to. I totally forgot my being in the church at that moment. My thought started moving from MONEY issues to SEX to FRIENDS to PRANKS (I love having fun alot). I totally forgot church and the preaching. Pastor SHE went on bla bba Bla. I was just starring and full of my own tots.

I heard smt like "lets stand up for the Word of God". That startled me and I jump of my feet. I heard Pastor SHE read a portion of the bible to support a point about "GOD WILL OR YOUR WILL, if you want to be fruitful this year, you must work with God's will not your. If you want a change from normal, you should stop doing it your own ways, allow God at the helm of your affairs. Pastor SHE was really hitting hard at me, She just continued to discuss me on the pulpit with all these congregation. Pastor SHE or (with my little theological knowledge) the HOLY SPIRIT through her was really opening my life partern on that pulpit that faithful SUNDAY.

How I take pleasure in trusting my brain and communication skills in rounding up business. How I've been surviving one accident after another with my smart James Bond driving skills. How I get enuf babes tripping for me with my Supermodel body frame, composed posture, smooth lyrics and seemed-settled look. I realised my loses by being a fool of myself.
No be small thing oh. I was sweating as those Pastor SHE words were hiting me like hammer.

When Altar call was made I resist honoring it. What will my Pals say, my girlfriends (likely, 4 may be present at this service), but the Spirit of God was really on my case that service.

Haba, make I go comot go do wetin. Of all churches, this one?..... No way.
That was whats on my mind when I heard the man on the pulpit saying to me, "thank God for my brother over there, please keep stepping forward." it was too late for satan to draw me back from my salvation. I conceded to God's will.

I was prayed for and councelled by one brother Emeka.

My first surprise this year. To Go be the glory. I'm now a member of that church oh! (filled the Membership form)

I'm sure there is more to this, please I will keep you informed on this blog.

Afta!.... sorry later.