The Conversation

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I love my family, so I blocked them all from viewing my Facebook account. 

FATHER: Stop thinking that you can achieve anything meaningful without God.
ME: But I believe in God sir.
FATHER: (Cuts in). Yet you don't fellowship with the congregation o
f God's people.
ME: (Surprised). Is Senator Adam Eve a God's person?
FATHER: Don't judge, God alone sees our heart.
ME: Okay, I want to be worshipping one of the Yoruba dieties.
FATHER: No dear, you know nothing about any of these Yoruba dieties. Moreover, you're born into the Christian home on a Sabbath. 
ME: But your father, sir, was a worshipper of Olókun...The Sea Goddess of Wealth, and you're born into it...
FATHER: (Interrupts). But when I heard the divine call, I dumped the believe.
ME: (Smiles). I think I'm hearing Olókun voice. It sounded like the roaring of a lion, having the Ijesa-Yoruba accent calling unto me to come and be worshipping him.
FATHER: That's a lie. You are suffering from audio - hallucinations. You know nothing about Olókun, so please concentrate and keep walking in this light that I have shown you.
ME: Uhm...Dad knows best. I agree, I'll not leave the congregation of God's people again.
FATHER: Great, God bless you. Your child will obey you as well.
ME: Must I give birth?
FATHER: Oh yes, cos I gave birth to you.
ME: Okay, I'll be worshipping at the White garment Church down the street henceforth.
FATHER: Cherubs and Seraphim? Why there?
ME: Cos it is also a place where the people of God gathers.
FATHER: I don't support that. Not a C&S church my son.
ME: I'm getting confused.
Catholic Church Movement idolised Mary, Anglican church don't pray enough, Baptist Church is not fire filled, Methodist don't allow Holy Spirit move, All these new generational churches are confused and much more motivated by what they'll eat. What do you want me to do?
FATHER: The time will come, and now it is, that those who worship God will serve Him in Spirit and in Truth. Kingdom of God is in you.
ME: (Cuts in). So my Church is in the inside of me.
FATHER: But you still need to be attending a living Church.
ME: Yes, C&S, a spiritual church.
FATHER: No please, but I will not relent in praying for you.
ME: Amen sir.

© FERT, 2016



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