Saturday, 5 April 2014


Normally during praise-worship in church I close my eyes so as to concentrate better on worshipping God, but sometimes my eyes open just to take stock of events around me. It was one of those Sundays o, while I was 'jejely' flowing in the Spirit and doing my thing for my God, my eyes opened to peruse the environment when I beheld this sista.....

...... my oh my!!! What I saw that day ehn.

My initial thoughts were:
                                                       'who let her in'?, 
                                                                                                                                                           'where are the ushers'?

People, my worship session that day quickly changed into a prayer session o.

What I saw that day were four huge melons - 2 in attack and 2 in defense, threatening to burst out of their flimsy entrapment.

Why oh why would a fully grown lady open her wardrobe on a Sunday morning, knowing fully well that she was going to church, decide to wear a balcony bra underneath a spaghetti strapped top that barely covered her midriff and a pair of hipster jeans?

The praise band was on top form that day and as they did their thing, this sista shook her things and that made me pray harder for the safety of those sitting close to her 'cause if one of those 'melons' should burst out...... na ambulance matter o!!!

I stood there watching her and wondering where she came from sef. Could she be a club girl wanting to make her self good? What really is her story???

That was when The Holy Spirit spoke to me.

He asked me who was to appoint myself as a judge on who can come to church or not. I was sharply rebuked to get off my high horse and be glad for the grace that made it possible for EVERYONE to be able to come to God.
He reminded me of who I used to be and if I thought the ability to package myself better made me any less a sinner.

I realised that day how quick we are to pre-judge people and 'compartmentalise' them. I felt sooo ashamed of myself that day. I began to pray for forgiveness and also thanked God for the grace of salvation.

'Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
that saved a wretch like me,
I once was lost, but now I'm found,
was blind, but now I see'.



  1. Loved this post, enjoyable blog. Please keep it up!! :)

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