“Why are you behaving like a coward, ehn?” she presents me a fake smile, hitting me slightly at my side with her elbow. All I find myself doing is putting my hands between my laps, shaking my legs inconsistently. My head suddenly becomes uncomfortable on my neck. I don’t know whether to look straight or look around. I can feel my emotions taking over my spirit as I stare at her fresh light-skinned thighs. She lays on the bed, using my thighs as her pillow. I find myself shifting towards the wall to feel more comfortable. My emotions are really on a high speedometer and all I find myself doing is staring.
“Bright, you know this isn’t right.” I pretend to be uncomfortable.
“Why are you so concerned? At least, no one is seeing us.”
“The downpour is reducing. Can you manage my small umbrella?”
“Ah...an? Let the rain stop. Be considerate for once.” This time, her voice sounds so romantic; my thought. She tries pulling my jaw gently with her soft right palm. Why will her palm be so soft and soothing? I stare more at her and notice some enticing facts about her. She moves closer gently and my hand falls deliberately on her chest. She holds it closer.
Auspiciously, my eyes suddenly contact an inscription on my wall which reads “Proverbs 1: 10- my son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not”.
I remove my hand from her chest gently as I cling it to myself. My eyes turn further to the next inscription which says “But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whore-mongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death. Revelation 21: 8”.
Rolls of tears spin down my cheeks from my eyes. That dreadful imagination I had always painted while preaching to my colleagues about end time and hell fire finds its way back into my brain. I spring up suddenly like a bolt loosened unexpectedly from its knot without considering how I got her head off my laps. I fall on my knees with tears and grieve to pray for forgiveness. I am suddenly overwhelmed with the presence of God.
I can feel a rebirth within me. The renaissance that is occurring in my spirit is not explainable. The prayer session ends and I realize the wolf had long disappeared. She vanished from the room without me noticing.
My name is Tade and this is my story.
Psalm 124: 7 says “Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.”
Do you think you are zealous enough to escape temptation? Dear Christian, that old serpent is never tired, BEWARE!!!
Beware of dogs! Beware of evil workers! Beware of the concision! (Philippians 3; 2)
Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. (Psalm 91: 3)
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