![]() He even probed indiscreetly “who told you you will meet Jesus if you killed yourself?” A voice from the congregation rescued the church from the coldness and ridiculousness of laughing at a hapless Sister thinking of ending it and then a gracious old woman escorted her out of church. ![]() When the man on the pulpit was shouting “praise the Lord” apparently to call the congregation to order, I thought he was, at least, going to “encourage the woman in the Lord” even if she wouldn’t find succour among God’s people but he began to preach at the woman on how suicide is a sin, how the person who kills herself will not meet Jesus. “ I say I wan drink poison, I don tire“, she cried out even louder perhaps thinking they didn’t hear her well. The visibly livid woman wouldn’t let the judgmental congregation drown her voice. Then a woman stood up in the congregation, hurriedly gathered her wrapper, grabbed the microphone from the Usher and asked “if temptation makes me feel like killing myself to go meet Jesus, will I meet Him?” The congregation roared in laughter and side talk began: “why” “that’s suicide” “ that one na sin, no be temptation“. From the line of questioning and discussion, I gleaned that the topic was something about overcoming temptation. ![]() I got to church during the Sunday School question time. So I got myself up and left home for the church next door. I thought I needed to get something more refreshing and empowering from the 2 hours of the week I have to spend fellowshipping before God than to learn about what a woman wants from me. I had learnt that my church would be having a talk show this morning on “what women want from men”. ![]() This morning was not one of the Sunday mornings that I woke up excited to go to church. ![]()
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