Today I celebrate an icon, a role model, a father, a Pastor, a mentor, a preacher of Holiness and a defender of the faith.
Your life has blessed me in many ways. Thank you for yielding to the LORD. You are indeed GOD's General!
Happy Birthday Pastor W.F. Kumuyi
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A TRUE LIFE STORY...
Truly, he slept with the lady several times. Later, the lady wanted more, but he had moved on & had told her he was done with sin.
But perhaps, his approach infuriated the lady; she felt used & dumped.
She went straight to the church & told the pastor how his youth pastor was sneaking into her room in the night to sleep with her. How after night vigil, she would hide at the back of the rusted water tank behind the church to 'finish work'
Perhaps, if she was sure that the guy had encountered God afresh, she would have taken it easy.
But she thought the guy had used her and dumped and started doing it with someone else. Don't blame her so much.
Nobody would want to be in the number of the census of ladies a man has slept with.
And the young man was suspended publicly and disgraced. He sat in the church back seat for many months. His head pastor ejected him from his house where he was given a one room apartment; with the fear that he will someday see his young daughters appealing and defile them.
He had no place to go to...
When he gave his life to Christ, he went straight to the village shrines and destroyed all of them. The villagers gathered began to worship the living God. The village elders passed judgement on him & banished him. His parents didn't want to set their eyes on him again, as the shame was so much to bear.
When they heard that his church has ejected and suspended him for fornication, they jubiliated. That the gods of the land have caught up with him for discerecting them.
The only place he could stay was inside an old uncompleted building, without roof.
Any night it rains, he will be soaked. All he had there was his bible and few cloths. But he was there looking for God. He had failed both men & God. God had forgiven him, but men didn't want to set their eyes on him.
The villagers will gather everyday mocking him. Some of his close pals abandoned him.
But whenever we passed that old building, we will be hearing his voice; crying: "Lord, give me power...If truly You have forgiven me, give me Your anointing..."
Months rolled by, he was still praying that same singular prayer.
My late mum would cook everyday & give me to go & send to him. Sometimes, when I come to bring another food, I would see that he has not eaten the one we brought previously.
He was always fasting & praying & crying.
Later, the church restored him.
But the stigma refused to go.
Nobody called him pastor again.
In church, they were avoiding him like a disease.
Some of those sympathising with him didn't come open.
One December period, A great man of God was supposed to preach in that community that Christmas period. Everyone was waiting for him.
The sick, the blind & the lame had gathered, waiting for him. But a news came that he wasn't coming again.
All the pastors in that community were disappointed, because no one could do what they expected God to do through this great man of God.
The crusade was on...
The choir was ministering, yet, they did not have anyone to preach. The crowd was much & their expectations were high. No pastor felt adequate to step into that shoe.
Someone was moved to call this young man to come and preach.
Not because they believed in him, but so that if he preaches & nothing happens, the shame will go to him alone.
The young man didn't know what to do when they told him to go & preach. How can he face every one that knows how he failed. Everyone there knew that he was just suspended & released for fornication.
He was crying, but he gathered courage & climbed the stage. When people saw him on the stage, they started leaving one after the other. The man that was supposed to do the interpretation dropped microphone & went down from the podium.
All The crowd almost left, because they could not imagine what a fornicator had to offer.
I was there when all of this was happening.
Few of the people reading this now were there too.
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I left a London nightclub with a pocket full of cash but regained consciousness five months later in a hospital.
That experience changed how I see life, money, and everything in between.
I used to work different roles in London nightclubs. Washing cups, cleaning floors, sometimes in the toilets (the “peke” shift), where you hand people perfume and smile for tips.
That was the coveted shift.
If you were friendly, you could go home with a good amount of tips.
I guarded my tips like treasure. That money helped me survive as a student.
Then, one night, everything changed.
I finished work… and ended up arrested.
I suffered a mental health crisis that kept me in the hospital for five months (Section 3 MHA).
For most of that time, I didn’t even know where I was.
When I finally read my medical report, I cried.
Page after page described my confusion, my silence, my brokenness.
When I got out, the world had moved on.
A different song was now No. 1 on the charts, and surprisingly, my phone had stopped ringing.
Upon discharge, a nurse handed me an envelope. Inside were the tips I guarded so tightly that night.
That was my Memento Mori moment.
The things you cling to the hardest are often the first to be taken from you.
We come into this world empty-handed.
And that is exactly how we will leave.
So, what are you gripping so hard today?
Money? Pride? Fear?
Let it go.
Keep it simple.
Pray. Try your best. Leave the rest to God.
You will die one day.
Your haters will, too.
So… what is the big deal?
If this spoke to you, share it. Someone out there needs the reminder.
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God bless you.
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