Charles Fagoyinbo. I remember his name very clearly. People often ask me how I'm able to remember things distinctly from years ago. I just never forget things that make impressions on me.
Charles was my classmate and the only person I've ever had a physical fight with, well atleast until many years later. It happened while we were in Jss2. It was a free period and everyone was discussing their parent's occupation. Somehow, I got involved in the conversation and I mentioned my dad was a pastor. I was on the middle row, Charles was on the left row to me sitted on the very last seat. Next comment I heard from him was (I paraphrase), 'Is that one work. All these pastors that is tithe and offering that they are spending'. It felt like a volcano was erupting in my chest. I was going to explode. Was I just going to let somebody diss my dad and get away with it? Especially knowing my parents had to sell everything of value to send me to that school? No way.
I sat still to plan my next action. He would see me coming since he sat behind me and ge would overpower me because he was stronger. So I waited for break when he would not expect it. He stood by the courtyard in our block. I started running from behind and pushed him with that force causing to fall into the deeo courtyard filled with sand. Then before he could get himself together, I pounced on him and began hitting him. Before he could attack, other students had separated us. He was looking at me confused, he didn't even know he had done anything. I looked him straight in the eyes and said 'Never speak about my father like that again' I straightened my uniform and went back to class like nothing happened.
By the following Visiting day, I was telling my parents what happened. They both exclaimed, 'You fought?' Then they started giving me the lecture about how I wasn't raised like that. And I'm like, I'm not sure these people are hearing me. He insulted MY father. My dad went on to explain that I should have reported to a teacher or spoken my mind to him.
This is my earthly father! How much more when somebody talks bad about my Jesus or the things of the Kingdom. Granted there are some bad eggs tarnishing the name of Christ but then we know the truth. It is not alright to be silent. Say something. Don't be afraid to take a stand for Christ. How can you love someone and let someone trash them and you do nothing about it? No do not fight physically or exchange words. Speak your truth and leave. Let them know where you stand and what you stand for. Be vocal about your faith. Go public with your faith. That private christian talk is nonsense. Let the world know how He saved you, how He shed his precious blood on calvary. Let them know He is coming soon. You don't need the approval of men or to be politically correct.
Jesus died that I might live. This is my truth.
I hope you embrace your truth in Christ and not be bullied into silence. 😊
Peace, love and sunshine,
Love.
I say to you, whoever declares openly and confesses Me before men [speaking freely of Me as his Lord], the Son of Man also will declare openly and confess him[as one of His own] before the angels of God.
Luke 12:8 AMP
Charles was my classmate and the only person I've ever had a physical fight with, well atleast until many years later. It happened while we were in Jss2. It was a free period and everyone was discussing their parent's occupation. Somehow, I got involved in the conversation and I mentioned my dad was a pastor. I was on the middle row, Charles was on the left row to me sitted on the very last seat. Next comment I heard from him was (I paraphrase), 'Is that one work. All these pastors that is tithe and offering that they are spending'. It felt like a volcano was erupting in my chest. I was going to explode. Was I just going to let somebody diss my dad and get away with it? Especially knowing my parents had to sell everything of value to send me to that school? No way.
I sat still to plan my next action. He would see me coming since he sat behind me and ge would overpower me because he was stronger. So I waited for break when he would not expect it. He stood by the courtyard in our block. I started running from behind and pushed him with that force causing to fall into the deeo courtyard filled with sand. Then before he could get himself together, I pounced on him and began hitting him. Before he could attack, other students had separated us. He was looking at me confused, he didn't even know he had done anything. I looked him straight in the eyes and said 'Never speak about my father like that again' I straightened my uniform and went back to class like nothing happened.
By the following Visiting day, I was telling my parents what happened. They both exclaimed, 'You fought?' Then they started giving me the lecture about how I wasn't raised like that. And I'm like, I'm not sure these people are hearing me. He insulted MY father. My dad went on to explain that I should have reported to a teacher or spoken my mind to him.
This is my earthly father! How much more when somebody talks bad about my Jesus or the things of the Kingdom. Granted there are some bad eggs tarnishing the name of Christ but then we know the truth. It is not alright to be silent. Say something. Don't be afraid to take a stand for Christ. How can you love someone and let someone trash them and you do nothing about it? No do not fight physically or exchange words. Speak your truth and leave. Let them know where you stand and what you stand for. Be vocal about your faith. Go public with your faith. That private christian talk is nonsense. Let the world know how He saved you, how He shed his precious blood on calvary. Let them know He is coming soon. You don't need the approval of men or to be politically correct.
Jesus died that I might live. This is my truth.
I hope you embrace your truth in Christ and not be bullied into silence. 😊
Peace, love and sunshine,
Love.
I say to you, whoever declares openly and confesses Me before men [speaking freely of Me as his Lord], the Son of Man also will declare openly and confess him[as one of His own] before the angels of God.
Luke 12:8 AMP
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