08/01/2026
āI Wanted to See Himā¦ He Chose Not to Sinā
----my true life story
A couple of years ago, I met a cute buddy who, by chance, drew me to church. I was a Muslim then. On the very first day, I fell in love with the pastorādonāt be carnal š. I mean, I fell in love with the way he preached, with how raw and deep his teachings were. He led us through every chapter and verse of the Bible to confirm whatever he was teaching.
Yes, I had been going to church years before then, but I was just a churchgoer. There was no understanding of what was preached.
I attended Sunday services faithfully and made sure I never missed midweek servicesāI just wanted to go to church.
But when my buddy took me to that church, it was a different ball game. I truly felt the presence of God from the very first day.
I became part of the church. I attended my first Bible school session and took other courses to be grounded in the knowledge of Christ. Lo and behold, there was a real transformation in my life. I started speaking in tongues, praying with confidence, and receiving instant answers to my supplications. Sincerely, my joy knew no bounds.
Though my fervency disconnected me from a relationship I had built for over eight years, in the end, it was all by Godās grace.
My prayer life took a new turn, and my relationship with God became that of a Father and daughterāliterally.
I remember how all of us corpers would go to the pastorās house for breakfast after church. He was a generous man, and his wife and children were truly heaven-bred. A loving wife, a wonderful child, and their dadāhandsome, blessed, and highly favored by God.
To cut the long story short, years after my service year, pastor called to inform me he was coming to Abeokuta from the North. I was so excited that I was going to see him again. Sincerely, my desire was to jump on him out of joy for raising us so well and grounding us in Christāso much that we knew what was expected of us and what we were not permitted to engage in as children of God.
Honestly, we all need a mentor like that. His spoken English was heavenly, and his knowledge of God was first-class.
Days later, Pastor called me, and the conversation went like this:
Pastor: Hi, daughter.
Me: Hi daddy, how are you sir? Daddy, are you around?
Pastor: Bless you, my daughter. I would have called you, but I intentionally didnāt.
I felt so bad and kept silent for some minutes while he talked. I had no interest in the conversation at first, but something struck me, so I began to listen.
Pastor: Daughter, Iām really sorry I couldnāt call you when I was around. I didnāt want to commit a sin. Iām a child of God, and I donāt want my flesh to take over me when I see you because, in truth, I really like you.
Me: Wow! But sir, you should have called. We could have met in an open place. I truly desired to see you once again, even if it was just to set my eyes on you.
Pastor: Oyindamola, noooā¦ it was better we didnāt see.
I took a deep sigh while he kept apologizing and quoting scriptures on why a child of God must flee from sin.
From my heart, I forgave him and prayed that one day I would see him again. Believe me, I havenāt set my eyes on him till todayāalmost 20 years now.
Whatās the essence of this story?
A leader, especially in the household of faith, should be able to contain themselves.
They should serve God in truth and in spirit.
They should flee from sin as far as the earth is from the sky.
Do we still have leaders like this in the church today?
Do we still have true pastors, evangelists, teachers, and prophets in this age where the church has been turned into a business enterprise?
Sincerely, we need to pray for the Church.
We need to serve God in truth and in spirit.
We need to understand that Godās happiness lies in preaching the true gospel, especially through evangelism.
Letās commit ourselves to what makes Heaven rejoice.
Letās pray for the rekindling of the old fire.
Letās raise generals and armies who will not look back or sway into sin.
If you are a pastor, evangelist, prophet, or teacher of the Wordāsearch your heart.
Can this story be written about you?
Is your heart pure?
Can it be said that you are not committing adultery with church members?
I am not judging.
I am only writing about my most revered pastor living.
God bless you all.
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