When I knew that something was off about some areas of the doctrine I was hearing was when one sister told me that the glossy gold buckle on my shoe was wordliness.
And she was not even joking.
She called me aside from the choir and then was talking so passionately about how that i should beware of the “things of the world”
So this was me as a young 14 year old serving God with all my might. I wasnt trying to be wordly. I just wore the fine shoe my mum bought.
I walked back inside church and i saw that the microphone the pastor was holding had gold studs on the base. I looked around more and saw sprinkles of gold here and there on gadgets in church.
So what made the gold on my shoe sin and the one on the microphone different ?
Why is a sister scolded that the flowers in her reception hall is too much and she is becoming wordly but the stage around the pulpit in that same church is “heavy laden” witn pots and pots of flowers?
I remember when one youth leader said perfumes are demonic and should not be found anywhere near a heaven bound pilgrim, but then we have powerful air fresheners in the ushering unit for the church hall and for Pastors office.
So the hall can smell good but our bodies cannot?
I asked all these questions in the corner of my heart because it wasn’t mathing.
Of course i want to go to heaven. I was not about to allow “worldliness” take me to hell.
The more I asked, the more the Holyspirit breathed on me
Then I saw religion for what it was. A demon that holds men back from really experiencing God
Where people take their own preferences and impose it on people.
Where people cherry pick scriptures and leave the one they don’t want
Where people call something “sin” instead of just saying “these are our own administrative decisions and bylaws”
Where instead of telling people the truth and trusting that the Holyspirit is able to make them disciples, we want to keep people in church by using fear, using coercion and manipulating scripture to suit our own preferences.
This was when I got my freedom. When I opened the Bible for me, when I asked the Holyspirit questions when I could not understand.
This was when I went from just being Christian to being a believer.
I’m saying all this to say “Know Jesus for yourself”
There’s no more veil.
We can now see Jesus face to face.
Blessings!
people lack accountability then say, "u could've talked to me" no, i couldn't. u don'tllisten. u deflect. u twist everything into an attack and then play victim. conversations with u aren't healing, they're exhausting. and honestly, i don't owe my peace to someone who only shows up to win an argument, not to understand.
Purple Hibiscus leaves rent free in my head and heart and it's been years of reading it, I can still recall all the characters and when I talk about it, the emotions are there. It was real please 😅
I won’t let anyone gaslight me into thinking intellectual mismatch is not a thing in romantic relationships. It’s not even about formal degrees or booksmarts. It shows up in things like curiousity, conversational depth, imagination, openness, and worldviews.
My own marraige will enhance me and help me achieve success in life.
My own marraige will not kill my dreams
My own marraige will not stop me from reaching my full potentials
My own marraige will give me wings to fly and not cripple it.
AMEN 🙏🏻🙏🏻
Heartbreak steals your innocence. I remember being so deeply in love and so naive—there’s a bittersweetness when I think back, knowing I’ll never be that soft or vulnerable again.