I saved for months to attend a Christian conference where my favorite preacher was ministering.
Not just any seat.
Front row.
Close enough to hear every word clearly.
Before the session started, a lady tapped my shoulder.
“Hi,” she smiled softly. “My church group is seated here, but my ticket is for the overflow hall downstairs.
Would you mind swapping with me?”
I looked at her badge, then mine.
“I’m really sorry,” I said kindly, “but I sacrificed a lot to be here.”
Her expression changed immediately.
She turned to her friends and said loudly,
“Imagine coming to a Christian gathering and refusing to show love.”
Another girl added,
“We’re believers.
Why are Christians so selfish these days?”
I stayed quiet for a moment, then replied gently:
“If giving away a seat is the loving thing to do, why doesn’t one of you swap with her and sit downstairs?”
Silence.
Nobody moved.
Nobody volunteered.
And in that moment, I learned something important:
Many people admire sacrifice when it costs someone else.
But wisdom is knowing that saying “no” does not make you less like Christ.
The way Lagos & Abuja upper room tribes banter on this street, locations that haven’t hosted upper room yet will just be jealous.
They will be here planning who will shout, clap or dance most even claiming ownership of MD 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Love you guys much.
#URTribe
@real_Ifyarts lol 😂 I got home at 10:39pm tonight.
I was at upper room at 12 there about though cause I went from wuse but had to come back to Bwari tonight.