🤫 Confess⛪ Church Gist
I Was a Youth Pastor and I Slept With the Church Treasurer. She Still Sits in Front Every Sunday.
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Iron Hawk from Lokoja
3 months ago
Back in 2018, I was 27 and the youth pastor of a small church in Abeokuta. Everyone knew me as Brother Kayode, the one who prayed with fire and rebuked sin like it was a physical thing. Nobody knew that every Thursday night, after the Bible study, I was with Sister Funke, the church treasurer, in the store room behind the altar. She was 34, married to a deacon who travelled a lot for work, and we started as 'counselling' sessions that went on for six months. Omo, I still can't explain what I was thinking. The woman was bold, she would whisper things in my ear while the congregation was singing choruses. One night, the deacon came back early and almost caught us. I hid inside the pulpit while she opened the door and pretended she was checking the offering records. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in the microphone. After that, I ended it. She cried, threatened to tell the bishop, but I stood my ground. I told her God had convicted me, which was a lie. I was just scared. She never told anyone, but she still sits in the front row every Sunday, looking at me with those eyes. I resigned from the ministry last year and moved to Lagos. I still preach sometimes at work fellowships, but the fire is gone. The double life killed something in me. My advice? If you cannot live the sermon you preach, stop preaching it. God is not mocked, and neither is the church. I am just grateful I got out before my whole world collapsed.
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