So I went to church one day—after a long time. I was at that stage in life that we all go through. After months and months of stripper yansh in your face, weeks of meaningless sex, all kinds… you begin to realize that all is vanity 👀
There has to be more to this life. We all go through it right?
Or am I the only one?
So there I was in church. Second row, because these die-hard ushers nowadays won’t let man sit at the back. Few feet to the altar. Choir master was singing in tongues. People screaming, eyes shut, hands raised high. “Glory, glory!”
Couple of worship songs later, the pastor came up and started preaching.She talked about the Holy Spirit, and how the Spirit gives you instructions on what the Lord wants you to do. If we could just be quiet sometimes, we would hear.So she asked everyone to be quiet. Just a moment of silence. Listen to the voice. Eyes shut, heads bowed.
“Listen. Listen to that voice speaking to you. Softly. The Holy Spirit is speaking. Just listen.”My mind was LOUD. All kinds of thoughts pouring in—breast, legs, one babe grinding on top of me. My brain was doing TikTok choreography. I tried to calm it.
“Peace, be still,” the pastor said.
I repeated after him, “Peace, be still. Quiet the storm.”Musical instruments stopped. Everywhere became mad quiet. Just the low hum of the loudspeakers.
Then boom—“Give up sex and I will give you your heart’s desires.”
