Her Unfinished Story


It had become a familiar incident in our minds but not before our eyes. With all this pain, how could he still praise GOD?

After the church choir finished their praise and worship, they took to their seats. There he was, sitting in the first row. His voice of praise and worship had washed away our sins and the sins we were to commit next. He was the choir leader and conductor at the same time. Has the Pastor took to the pulpit she paused in fear and array. No one in the congregation had yet seen the Devil marching into GOD's house to do her despicable work. Her, the Devil walked up to him, the choir leader and grabbed him by the throat. She then viciously slammed him to the floor. Which was followed by six continuous stomps to his nose, six continuous punches on the mouth and six headbutts. The Devil then held him gently by the hand and dragged him down the church floor with tenacity. In all this persecution he was silently enduring. It had become a familiar sight in our minds but not before our eyes. All we could do was watch, for we feared becoming like him. Even the men in the congregation were just mere mortals in comparison with this DEVIL in human form. After all, the Bible informs us to mind our own business.

After such an unholy incident of gender-based violence in GOD's house, the Pastor then said, " Let us open our Bible to the book of....."


HER UNFINISHED STORY. # genderbasedviolence






                                     


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