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Being a well taught Christian, I volunteered to work as a secretary in church. Mr Tolu was the only one in the church office and he needed an assistant. I was available, it was opportunity to register my service in Zion.
I didn’t want to stay idle after graduation. “An idle hand is the devil’s workshop.’’
I worked hard. Everything was going well and smooth, until one day. It was a day I regretted working in that church, a day I dread to talk about, a day I never want to remember. What happened that day made me question the existence of God, or His love for me.
Pastor Joel, the senior pastor of the ministry walked into the office on a Saturday afternoon, with his friend, Pastor John, a popular man of God from another ministry. I was the only one in the office. Mr Tolu had pleaded with me to cover up for him because he had a family function to attend. There’s not much to do on Saturdays, so I agreed.
The pastors smiled as they walked. “Wow, pastors too do smile? With the way they fire on the pulpit when ministering. Holy Ghost is really the doer”. I thought within myself as I greeted them.
They replied amidst their smiles as they walked past my desk. I noticed pastor John looked at me in a not-so-christianly manner. “is my blouse revealing? Or is my cleavage showing?” I wondered as I checked myself to be sure nothing was wrong.
They went into Pastor Joel’s office.
Some minutes later, Pastor Joel called me into the office. They were talking and laughing. Each of them had a glass of wine or juice in his hand – I don’t know what it was. Pastor Joel handed his glass to me. I turned towards the door because I thought he wanted me to empty and wash the cup.
He called me back and told me he wanted me to taste the wine. I hesitated. “Why should I drink from a man of God’s cup?” I thought.
I couldn’t ask, because I wouldn’t know if it was proper to. I stood there for a while wondering. “Just take a sip, dear, and tell us what you think”. I was pulled back to reality by Pastor John’s voice. “OK sir!” I took a sip. I had barely swallowed the drink, when I started feeling dizzy. “What’s happening to me?”
I tried to remain on my feet, but whatever it was I drank was stronger than my resistance.