Growth - Episode 8
I had a neighbour screaming. It was 1:00am. Everyone in our house was startled out of sleep. It was a robbery operation. A part of me was happy because it was, well, a chance for me to talk with my mum.
Fortunately, I was able to call my mum into my room. I told her everything that had been happening recently except for the polishing of pearls.
All my mum could say was "Blood of Jesus" Then she told me that we would both meet with the pastor as early as 7:00am that morning. I agreed. My eyes were wide opened till 6:00am. We had family devotion and the necessary things that needed to be done were quickly attended to.
At last we arrived at the pastor's place. I was told to explain all that happened and I did explain. But I again kept silence on the secret act I do indulge in.
The next question my pastor asked was " Do you indulge in any form of immortality? "
I was confident while answering him. My response was "NO".
Then my pastor said, " it's not only sexual intercourse that means sexual immorality. Are you involved in acts like viewing smut, polish the pearls and the likes? "
I was shocked when I heard that. Still confused, I responded "Yes".
Then my pastor asked, " which one of you indulge in?"
"Polishing the pearls," I said
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. "But the speaker never told me that it was an immoral act." I was talking childishly, and my mum was just staring at me.
Who's the speaker? My mum asked.
Then I explained in details to her. After which my pastor told me that I had to book an appointment with him for a deliverance session. He said the speaker was from the pit of hell and her mission was to bring confusion on earth by painting bad things as good and vice versa.
I was immediately counselled and was told to come back for deliverance session.
It was the D-day for the deliverance. The session took hours. It was a real battle ground. No retreat, no surrender! Before the deliverance session was over. I felt that something left my body. It was done. "It's over" declared the pastor.
Upon returning home, I felt light. Days passed. And I had no experience of sex in the dream, yet this urge did persist. But I learnt to discipline myself.
Behold, I suddenly found myself in the act again. I ran down to my mum and told her about it. That same day, I was led to Christ and I became my mum special mentee.
Before resuming the next session, my mum taught me how to hear God's voice and how to walk in the Spirit.
I once craved for growth. But instead of the real me growing, the weed in me grew daily. I didn't know that growing in the presence of God daily was the utmost growth any man could ever crave for.
THE END.
A special note to speakers: when invited to a programme and you know for sure that you won't add value to the participants, please decline the invitation because anything you say at an event can either make or mar your audience.
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Wow....tnx
Nice one
Waoh! A short story full of lesson may God help our generation. @Rebecca more grace.
Thanks Rebecca
Welldone, I really like this story. Thank you
Thank you all for your wonderful comments.
Lovely work, kudos dear
Thank you.
Thank you wise one
I love the special note to speakers at the end of the story, that's a real message for everyone to learn.
Wow. Nice
Nice one, thank u
Interesting
A story full of advice...