S.I.M.S Part 38


©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde

Baba Fire refused seeing us, even after staying a week in Ikeji-Arakeji. Different people had gone to speak to Baba Fire on our behalf, but he would not set his eyes on Raymond. Raymond’s mother had found her way to see him on one of the counselling days, but he respectfully told her to please leave his office. Baba Fire had been deeply hurt. I heard he was always around Saturday morning for marriage counselling, so I decided I was going to go see him.

I prayed before leaving and I asked for the Wisdom of God…

When it was my turn, he didn’t recognize me. He asked me what my challenge was. I told him about my marriage…

“I got married over a year ago, and my husband has only touched me once, it hurts knowing that my husband satisfies his sexual urge with married women under our roof. Sir, do you know how hurting it is, when someone who ought to give you joy brings you tears that is how I feel. Sir, my husband is back and genuinely born again and is asking for my forgiveness, do you think I should forgive him?” I said in Yoruba language

“Yes, it is a must that you must forgive him, to err is human, to forgive is divine, meaning it is normal for human beings to offend us, but if you are a genuine child of God, you must learn to forgive... You must forgive your husband and accept him back…”

“Thank you Baba, but why are you finding it hard to forgive my husband?”

There was a moment of silence, and I didn’t need to explain who I was and who my husband was…

Baba Fire was in pain…

“I trusted Raymond too much, and he stabbed me in the back”

“He is human Baba, and it is normal for us as humans to err. Please Sir, forgive my husband and let him come back to you. We are ready to serve under you. We are ready to move to Ikeji-Arakeji. My father, God has fought for you, he has brought him back to you to fulfil his initial assignment” I wept knowing this was not also my dream, I wanted to be the wife of a general overseer in the city wearing heels, but I didn’t know that was not the will of God for the one who would be the wife of Pastor Ray, she was to be the wife of an Assistant Pastor in Osun state.

“That assignment has been given to another, there is no more space for him here”

“You can create one for him”

Baba fire knew I was not going to let him go unless he blessed my husband.

“Where is he?”

“He is at the hotel”

“Bring him” he said

I didn’t want to take any chances, so I called him instead, to rush down to the church.

He came along with the triplets and his mother.

The moment Raymond stepped in, he laid on the floor sobbing…

“Baba mi (My father) please forgive me, because ever since I left you, my life has been a mess, please accept me and let God use you to straighten my life.

With tears in Baba Fire’s eyes, he lifted Ray up and hugged him tightly, praying for him with tears pouring from their eyes…

“I pull you out from the grip of the strong woman of immorality, you are rid of all curses I placed on you in the time of anger and bitterness in Jesus name.”

The prayer lasted about 30 minutes. He later told us to see him the next day.

When we returned later to the hotel, Ray and I sat outside at the balcony

“I have not felt this good in years, Happy I am indeed very happy. You have brought me happiness…”he said holding my hands in his…

“I am happy, God gave me the privilege, despite the rough beginning”.

We sat outside for hours talking about the relocation plans…

“Thank you for agreeing to move here with me…”

“You are welcome”…

Ray went in earlier than I did, I sat and had time to reflect, If I had my way, I would have wanted a better shoe that would have been my perfect fit, but I wished for another woman’s marriage and I got it.

But it now made sense to me, What John the Baptist said about not been worthy to even untie the rope of the sandal of Jesus Christ. That means there are some shoes that we are not worthy to put on, but out of greed we force our legs into them. Most times, the pain is immediate and noticeable like mine, while others will not be noticeable but would be causing internal pain for the person wearing it, like that of my husband.

Apostle wanted to be in the Shoes of Baba Fire, but he found himself in the mouth of the Marine sharks, because God was not pleased with him, therefore making him an easy prey for them.

We returned back to the city and did the needful.

We closed down Apostle’s Church.

The Sunday service when Apostle announced this move was highly emotional, it was a Day of tears. I saw Mrs. Beecroft crying in the congregation. Apostle confessed his Sin to the congregation without mentioning names. He asked for their forgiveness for harboring them under a church, God did not ask him to Establish. He told all the branch pastors who knew God had genuinely called them to continue with their Branches asking the Lord for the name of the Ministry He wanted to them to bear. He also converted some of the branches to Baba Fire’s branches.

After the service, Mrs. Beecroft walked up to me…

“We thought we were bringing in an emotionally unstable wife, who we could push around, but we didn’t know God hid a warrior, a savior, a life helper in a bipolar patient. Thank you for everything you have done, I will forever be grateful to you, and also thank you for not paying me in my own coin, by destroying my son. He told me everything”. Mrs. Beecroft gave me another hug weeping profusely.

Gabriel walked up to me…

“I wish I had said something the first time I saw you seated in front of me in church, maybe I would have had the privilege of having you as my wife. You are a goldmine I missed.”

“And you are a goldmine I wasn’t patient enough to have, Gabriel, I wish you good luck, but that is a lesson, life is an opportunity, use it well…God bless you” I also gave him a final hug and deep within my heart, I knew Gabriel was the man I should have married, if I had been patient enough.

To be continued…

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Written by Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde
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