It was October 2013.It had been close to 2 years since I attended a church.It wasn’t entirely my fault.The last time,I was disappointed when a pastor at my former church tried to make out me (I wrote my experience (Blogger’s diary- The man who made me fallout of love with “The Church” ) .I just couldn’t bring myself to look at men of God the same.
As usual, on Sundays, I would go to the mall to shop for groceries ,Ice Cream and all the things I needed to make my single self happy.
I had no car at that moment after wrecking the last .So many family commitments,being the bread winner since losing my dad in 2011,I had virtually exhausted my savings.
I boarded a cab, knowing I had just N11,000 naira left on me in totality.I planned to use N5,000 and as usual, the next week would take care of itself..
What’s happening here? I asked
Na Church..The old man replied .This place dey always block on Sunday .
At that moment, as we were at a standstill.The church goers struggling to park didn’t make it easy.
Let me alight here.I said with desperation
The surprised cab man reluctantly pulled over,I paid him and alighted from the cab.My spirit was drawn to this church.I just felt like I had to go inside .
What are you doing ? I thought to myself .. You are not appropriately dressed(I was rocking a jeans and T shirt).. I stood for a few minutes ,confused .
A male usher spotted me and walked up to me .He guessed I was contemplating about entering the church .I told him I was passing but decided to attend church ,however, I
wouldn’t be able to because I was not appropriately dressed
He assured me God welcomes sinners (Hello, we all all sinners and wearing Jeans doesn’t make me one )
I braced myself and walked into the church. I could feel all eyes on me .Taking a seat, I got down on my knees,enveloped by a certain warmth .I felt at home and I spoke to GOD.I told him my problems and asked him why I work so hard and have little to show for it.I asked him why he had to take my father away .I asked him why every time I save up money ,something strange occurs, and makes me spend the money ..
After praying for 10minutes .I sat down when I heard the pastor say
Today is the last Sunday of the month .What do you want God to do for you ? Name one thing.Now, the church needs to buy a bus ,we have contributed for a year ,but if 50 people can give 20,000naira each, we would be able to complete the money .
I call on 50 people to come out now and give,make a pledge ,write a cheque
“Oh pleaseeeee…Money money money..It always boils down to giving .Well I don’t even have N20k to give “I thought to myself
As the pastor kept appealing for donations,I resolved not to give.. First of all,I did not believe in giving money to churches or pastors .I believed in helping people in real need.I had done that alot .
As I kept convincing myself not to give, the pastor said .
Someone here ,a lady has been asking God to give her a car.She has been wondering why she works so hard but can’t save up.This message is for you .God is calling you today .
Na today ?” Psychologist pastor”,I thought to myself.Ofcourse there would be several ladies who have that same problem .
Your problem is, you don’t believe a miracle can happen .Give to God and you will receive a miracle.By next week ,first Sunday of the month, you will be here with a testimony.
I had had enough.I stood up to walk out but my legs took me in the direction of an usher and collected an envelope ..I removed the N10,000 naira I had .That was all I had in the world .I put it all in the envelope and I told God
“I am giving this ,not because I expect anything .I am giving this for all the sundays I missed church and didn’t give offerings,for all the times you blessed me…But Lord,show me a sign this time next week .Let me know you got my gift of all I have ..
I went to the pulpit,dropped the money and left the church .I decided to walk home this time.Forgoing my weekly weekend dose of icecream and pizza ..
On getting home,I got back to blogging as usual.Then,I decided to clear out my email box..I usually would click delete on my spambox.But something told me to just browse through the over 1000 spam emails.
I had just read the first 200 and was already bored of seeing scam mails when I saw it .An email from a renowned South African company .I opened it, thinking it was a scam email…And there it was,sent three weeks ago…
Hello Miss Emeh, we have sent several mails to you and no response .Let us know if $$$$$ offer is accepted .
I was in shock .All this while I had been broke,unknown to me,money was lying in my spambox.Let’s just say this three month deal was enough to buy me a car ,pay my rent and still make my family smile..
On Monday, it was set,money wired into my account .On Tuesday, I received more offers and business proposals than I had in the whole year.
Fastfoward to Sunday ,I drove my new car to that same church and did my Thanksgiving .This time, I was in tears,thanking God …He sure heard my prayers and of-course he acknowledged my miserly N10,000 gift.
Most importantly, it wasn’t just about giving in church,it was about the act of giving and my genuine communication with God .
That Sunday ,when I donated more for the bus project and I was once more reminded,there is power in GIVING .Once your heart tells you to,listen to that voice..Sometimes, you have to let go of that little you’re clutching in your hands,to receive greater gifts..
Happy Sunday Xoxo
.(NB..Sadly ,Thanks to fraudsters ,a lot of people have abused the opportunity given out by those who genuinely have the desire to help..Give wisely and for genuine causes.Most importantly,follow your heart and trust God)