Sunday, 29 July 2018
Saturday, 14 July 2018
Dear Pastor Weyinmi
Is this how you are? I thought I was one of your personal people? See as I was looking for you with a torch light in the weeks to my Golden birthday. I had it all planned. You would do the opening prayer and Pastor B would close.
If only I knew that as I sent my last WhatsApp message to you that you were ill. Maybe then instead of warning you to ‘better come out of your hiding’ to attend, I’d have been
calling on God to have mercy. On you. On us all.
I had no clue. In my mind, you were invincible. I still maintain my view. God wanted you home. Dass all. In the physical, it may look like sickness took you. Lie. Your Papa called you home. Your job was done. Boy! Did you do your job! And my family and I were part of all you did!
In my whole life, I’ve never been to a more emotionally charged service of Songs! I cried through out. To see Sister Regina and the children. Ah! Looking at your children! Seeing Laju erupt in pain. To hear you sing! To know you wrote one of my favorite Nathaniel Blow’s songs: You are Holy, Wonderful and Kind’. To watch those clips of you preaching. To see your siblings broken. To listen to Pastor Siju’s poem. Funke Amobi’s tribute. To see Pastor ID crumble. All of it was just so much. I was undone. Even till now, I’m not myself.
But I am happy. I too knew you. Even though I honestly can’t remember what you called me. Why didn’t you give me a nickname now? It’s just not fair!
Pastor Weyinmi? Thank you. For being that friendly face since we joined City of David over 15 years ago. Thank you for writing the Foreword to my book, True Confessions. I loved your words before. Now, they are priceless. I have read them over and over and I’m so glad God made me ask you to do that. I’m so honored to have your words etched into the lines of my life this way.
Thank you for all you did to make Sholly’s Service of Songs come to pass. You held my hand through it all. It was so special but can I tell you something? Yours beat that. I felt the same pain but I cried more at yours the other day. At a point I wondered if people would ask me ‘how far’ cos I cried like I was family. I think I was crying for you, my Papa and my Sholly! Oh! Pastor Weyinmi! Your death hit me o!
Oh! How I pray my MGM and all Husbands and Dads borrow a leaf from you. How I pray we all determine, thanks to your testimony, to live by godly standards in all we do. How I pray!
Pastor Weyinmi. I will miss you. I remember you coming to apologize for the late start of Sholly’s Service. The choir members were late. Traffic was horrible that day. Pastor Weyinmi? Trust me. On your day? The choir was on point. It was clear. They sang their hearts out for you. Even as they wiped their tears. Because you too touched them. You touched us all.
City of David ? You tried. You wanted us all to connect deeply with Pastor Weyinmi and we did.
Pastor? Thank you for coming with Henry and our family to Calabar for my Daddy-in-Love’s burial. I know you took it personally.
I’m probably rambling but I pray I’m still making sense. I’m hoping I’ll find some Peace doing this post. I’m praying maybe, joined with all the other testimonies, mine will provide some sort of comfort to your Shadow and the children. I pray they will take some small solace in knowing that we are many who know that you were the Real MVP. Most Valuable Pastor.
You walked your Talk. For that. I thank you and give Glory to God.
Who will try to ‘komo le’ with me now during Thanksgiving Service? You can bet that every time a testimony is read in COD, I’ll think of you.
Bliss on Pastor Weyinmi. Bliss On.
Saturday, 7 July 2018
Sunday, 8 October 2017
Sunday, 1 October 2017
- I cried many tears asking God why he couldn't have made it such that I was with you when you died. Listening to Sola, our first speaker, I'm not sure anymore. Watching a loved one die seems much harder than just hearing about it. Bottom line? There is no better way. They both suck.
- Live your life now! Focus on your purpose.
- Even in your pain, you must find a way to please God
- God trumps medicine! When a doctor says this, you must pay attention.
- Always try to see God in everything you go through.
- Take your eyes off yourself when guilt hits and instead focus on God.
- Quit the anger. Admit your pain to God. Never let your pain make you think God has left you.
- God is super able to work in you to sort you out. Be real with him.
- God uses us through our places of pain.
- Be practical about supporting grieving people. Talk less, act more. Cook, help with laundry, baby sitting, etc.
- No matter how deep you sink or how dark it is, God is there with you.
- Your pain has the power to drive you to your purpose.
- There is 'profit' in our loss because God is able to make all things work together for our good.
- Let yourself grieve. Cry. Express your pain. Then accept the death.
- Plan for your own death. Make a will. How I wish you and I had talked about this Sholly😢.
- Make your life count for God. Being born again is not enough! It's the first step in the journey of being who God has called you to be and doing what he's created you to do.
- Accept that what you have right now is what you need. Embrace your own lane. He reminded us in his own way to quit looking over into your neighbors yard. The grass might be greener but so is the water bill.
- My best bit was when he used Job's story. The conversation with God to underscore how 'in charge' God is. There is nothing that happens without his permission. Sholly, that hit me. Nobody could have hurt you or done you wrong 'behind his back'. I must accept that it's part of his 'good' for me and for you and for our family. Your work was done. I just must. To not do so is to deny God is who he says he is.
- You will be angry but you must deal with it. Or it will eat you up.
- Challenges will come but you must not turn your back on them, you must confront them. "Whatever you are going through, please do not back it, face it".
- You must understand who you are!!! She spoke encouraging words into us and then made us sing Sinach's Believer's anthem! One of the guests told me she's going to look herself in the mirror every morning and sing that song to herself. That's how powerful Mrs. D's talk was. She made someone connect in a new way with an old song.
- Your purpose is in your pain
- The problem is the way you see your problem. (As in 'wow').
- Don't shun getting professional help if you've prayed and gone through all the steps on your own and depression is not going. See a Counselor. It doesn't mean you are 'kolo'.
- For your body, you have doctors; for your spirit, you have your pastor and for your mind/soul, you have the Therapists. Seek the help you need!
- Don't let what has happened to you steal your days on earth and rob you of fulfilling God's plan for your life.
- This one is specially for my sisters/couples seeking children. Children are gifts from God. Gifts can come through various channels. The gift of a child doesn't always have to come through you being pregnant yourself and giving birth. You can adopt. There are many of God's gifts currently 'unclaimed' in orphanages right now. Pray on it and see perhaps that's how God wants to give you 'your gift'.
Friday, 22 September 2017
Before I begin my 'Pleases', let me first of all, thank you for registering! You are each a source of encouragement to me and I have been praying for you. My prayer is simple: The reason for which God is bringing you should be made crystal clear to you and you must get your 'word'. So please be expectant.
So now to my 'Pleases'.
Tuesday, 22 August 2017
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