BRO JOE'S SERIES: Episode 1

“Halleluyah, Halleluyah"

This song became more beautiful on a very beautiful Sunday morning after I heard a first timer echo it. Her angelic voice singing the normal chorus filled my whole being with the feel of heaven. From that moment, I began to really crave and wonder how heaven will be or how my life will be with such beautiful voice close by. So, to simply add, a sweet love story started that moment Janet visited our church for the very first time.

“welily welicomo to God’s presencio, Ah eh”, so goes our welcome song. Next will be the formal welcoming then interview with the follow-up team which at the time was headed by Sister Chioma, assisted by myself. The church had considered me worthy for the position for my supposed ingenious talent in human relations. You will rank me a world class Casanova and ‘pro-manstitute’ if you hadn’t seen people fall under my anointing or my powerful handling of the word.

I was specifically selected by sister Chioma to go hand the first timers form to those on the front seat designated for them; new converts and Christian first timers alike. As a brother who had an ear for sonority, I had marked from whence the wave of melody swung from earlier during the praise and had discovered that the same aura moved to the front when the altar call was made, but still, I was in doubt as all I yet knew about this new crush was a pink petit skirt habouring a full blown curve of sacral ala and a brown off-shoulder top, embroidered with roses and then a beautiful shiny weaveon, black with brown blend. 

As I walked toward them to hand the form, my heart was pounding. I could feel my veins and the blood within jostling for space. I drew near during the testimony time and bent to not distract too many people. Sister Janet was at my rear left so I comfortably greeted the first two brothers who introduced themselves. My mind skipped when it was time to face my romantic horror, she was a dazzling beauty with a smile that can cause commotion in a raging fire.

Initially, my hamstring jerked so that I almost fell from kneeling but I regained balance by the grace of God. I simply and quickly bent my head in salutation and handed her the form. She took the it and asked politely if I had a pen. I began to staggeringly look for my pen which actually was hanging in the left anterior pocket of my white short sleeved shirt. She noticed my blushing cheeks and reached for the pen herself. Now, I felt really embarrassed so I told them to simply wave at the ushers when done to get the form from them and that they should wait immediately after the service to meet the follow-up team. 

© Ben James

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