Loving God E-Book

Hope Agu

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• Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 332

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

May all humanity realise the priceless treasure we have in having the Almighty God the great I AM, God of creation as our Father. He owns us, yet He calls us His children and loves us infinitely. May we realise the depth of His Love made known to us in the self sacrifice of His only begotten Son, our Lord Jesus Christ. Who emptied himself for Love of us by paying the debt of our sins, with His Blood on the Cross. May we appreciate and cause our Beloved heavenly Father no more worries. Let us help our Lord Jesus Christ to help us. May we realise that when we sin we hurt our Father and hurt ourselves and the enemy, Satan rejoices. Let us join hands together and wipe away the tears in the most wonderful, beautiful, loving, protective, watchful eyes of our Beloved Heavenly Father. May we take sides with our Beloved Father against our common enemy. Our Fahter´s enemy is our enemy. May we return Love for Love. Look out soon for „Lamentation of a Soul“. „For God so loved the World, that He gave His only begotten Son that whosever believeth on him shall not perish, but shall have eternal life“ Jn 3 Vs. 16

Leseprobe

Contents

Preface

Introduction

God’s identity

The Fall

The Trap

Frying pan into fire

The Awakening

The Separation

Overcoming

Falling in love

Being in love

My Mum, The Blessed Virgin

The Beloved in the Eucharist

God the Father

My way of loving God the Father

Conclusion

Preface

Considering the universe, Heaven and earth, the Firmament, the creation, one is filled with awe for the Creator whose infinite Wisdom is far beyond human imagination. Regarding the beauty of nature one is overwhelmed at the greatness of the wisdom behind the constructional establishment of such huge phenomenon beyond human comprehension. Then arises suddenly the instinctive inquisitiveness, the urge of seeking answers and explanations to satisfy the uneasiness of the human mind. Whereby the inability and the inadequacy of the human mind in its limitations to contemplate the source of such great magnificence that only God can bring into existence, gives rise to wonder, consequently culminating in notions of doubt, creating an impregnable mind that gives birth to belief in nature rather than in the Creator who is God and so atheism is born. Nonetheless, the creation itself, nature, in its entirety speaks of the existence of God who is found in His creation and in man himself. The beauty of creation radiates the wisdom, the magnificence and the beauty of the Creator. The lack of comprehension of the great wisdom behind the creation that calls for the denial of the existence of God, as atheists do, does not rule out the existence of God, for man is a sure proof of the existence of God being himself a created being and a wonder.

The tendency of man, in his conceit, to believe in nature rather than in the Creator, God, to diverge from reality to atheism, ignoring the God given intellect and reason by which He is clearly portrayed in His wonderful, beautiful, magnificent creation, is inexcusable, for this pitiable state is a product of self exultation and conceit. The denial of the existence of God is a tragedy, a heresy, ingratitude, inexcusable and uncalled for attitude towards a very loving, kind, patient, good and tender loving God Who sacrificed all that is dear to Him, His only begotten Son, for the love and good of Humanity. O man, awake from slumber and recognize your Father in Heaven, He is God! To turn the back to Him, to give Him a denial and a deaf ear, despite all the evidence leading to His existence, meant to capture the attention of every level-headed human being endowed with reason by His Creator, that He is, paves way to perdition.

“Loving God” is a personal encounter with the living God, intended to throw some light to the minds of the doubtful, enhance the beauty of the hearts docile to God’s Love and radiate the sweetness in loving and being loved by God.

Introduction

In September 1949 a bouncing baby girl was born to a humble couple Matthew and Flora Agu in Enugu the capital of the then eastern Nigeria, Christians of the Anglican faith. A daughter they dote on, so much so it appeared they would grant her anything for the asking, even carrying water from Enugu, to her at school, in her second year at St. Catherine’s girl’s secondary school Nkwere, Orlu, a boarding school almost about a hundred miles distance from their residence, merely because she complained the water in her school was not fit for drinking. It’s amazing how they coped with it all each time she came up with something new in her attempts for attention, pretending sick or threats to end her life if they failed to show up during their parents day or during any special festivities. Perhaps, one may try to understand them having lost their first child, a baby boy, therefore, their next child became everything, a consolation to their aching hearts. A child who gave profound peace to Flora. This child they baptized and gave the name Hope.

The eldest of six children, two boys and four girls. Her father, a Treasurer in the municipal council, local government Enugu, a man of substantial income who could afford a comfortable living for his family, was a devout and practical Christian. His life-style was – Godliness with contentment is great gain – and this mode of life he imparted to his children and so imbedded the fear of God in them. An honest man who would have swimmed in wealth, had that been his objective, as he had ample opportunities to acquire worldly riches, but realized transient is the smile of such enrichment therefore, he made provision in Heaven, hence the mortal body decays after one expires, but the soul lives eternally in Heaven or in Hell, the acquired riches left behind. Heaven and Hell are two respective realities. Doubting the reality of these established facts does not extinguish their existence. Anyone who doubts the existence of hell will find out when he gets there, unfortunately though, there would not be any possibility of turning back as the die would then be cast. Nevertheless, each individual is responsible for the final destination of his soul after expiration.

However, in the course of time, in their quest to worship God in a more reverenced and authentic manner, rather than in superfluous and flamboyant display of materialism they deviated from Anglican church, ignorantly, to a sectarian church – Christ Apostolic church – which almost ruined the life of Hope had Providence not intervened. Hope, a disciplined and well brought up girl, whose parents dote on, schooled in a private school, a boarding school, Zixton primary school Ozobulu, the best private school at the time in the region of their habitat, attended also one of the best secondary schools of the region, St. Catherine’s girls secondary school Nkwere, known for the best performance of the students in west African school certificate examinations, excelling always with flying colors, became a prey for the instruments of Satan under the camouflage of messengers of God.

This was the aftermath of the horrible Nigerian civil war with its end in early 1970 which paved way for Satan, the enemy of God and humanity, to manifest his falsehood by feeding the so called prophets of the apostolic church with lies concerning Hope. It was the will of God she should marry a Nigerian diplomat in Washington D.C they told her parents, a total stranger, unknown to them, manipulating the mind of her father who was filled with the fear of God. Consequently, in sept. 1971 Hope, who lived a protected life, left the four walls of her parental home into the unknown and began to go through many waters. The door to the inevitable was thrown open and the forces of darkness began to have their feed, aiming at destroying the faith of her father who stood firm, despite the storm, having built his house on the Rock. Hope’s consolation in all the turmoil was her father’s acceptance of the catholic faith, the One Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church founded by Jesus Christ just before his departure from this life and so turned his back to the apostolic church and all the so called Pentecostal churches. It is essential for every Christian to realize, all that glitters is not gold therefore, look properly before leaping.

I. God’s identity

It is a wonder and amazingly interesting the realization nothing existed at the beginning except God. There was no Heaven, no Angels, no earth, the Firmament, birds, oceans, human beings, mountains animals and so on, absolutely nothing except God. Then in His leisure, for His pleasure, He began to create. He created Heaven and the Angels and all that is in it. He created the Firmament and the earth and all in it. Of all His creation He fell in love with man, Adam, to whom He gave everything He could possibly give for his comfort as He created him in His own image, and kept him in the Garden of Eden where he lacked nothing. God loved Adam so much as to leave him with his free-will expecting His love for him to be reciprocated. Adam endowed with so many Graces and Virtues such as sincerity, immortality, free from suffering and pain and the possession of natural and supernatural life. He was a child and friend of God created to be lavished with love and affection. For the perfection of his comfort God created for him, from his rib, while he slept, a companion, Eve, with whom he could not resist the enticement of Satan. The inability to detect the craftiness of Satan, the greed to become like God gave rise to the betrayal of a most loving and wonderful God in deepest consequence. Thus man failed woefully and disappointed God. Man began to taste pain and suffering, insincere, and immoral. He became sinful. Therefore, God was displeased and drove him out from the Garden of Eden. His displeasure extended to their descendants from generation upon generation. Adam was left with no alternative but death as inheritance for his descendants.

Love is not just a word, it is Divine, it is God. “Love is patient and kind; Love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends,, Therefore, God being Love and unable to bear the separation, the distance between Him and His disobedient children, chose a nation to model after His own nature, in order to see His reflection in them and derive pleasure in being a Father. A nation as a model for other nations. It is His desire to share His Divine life with His Children. In this way the Father Children relationship would be reinstated. But this vision of God was nothing but far-fetched. O how His Heart yearned for the love of His children who sought Him only in time of need to dive into disobedience in time of plenty and comfort. All they could offer a loving and tender caring Father was lip service. Once again man failed God and His Heart was devastated. God was suffering. Love was suffering. But for reasons beyond human comprehension, this God who is Almighty, the great I AM, Author and Giver of Life, being madly in love with man, would stop at nothing to win back the love of His children and set them free from the deadly poison of sin, from the power of darkness.

Therefore, at the fullness of time He became “flesh and dwelt among us,, a final attempt to win back the love of His children and save them from damnation programmed by the fall of Adam and Eve their first parents. “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God,, It was time for the salvation of man. The long expected Messiah, foretold in the pages of the Old Testament by the prophets, in the psalms, was to become flesh in the womb of a Virgin. This popular miraculous event of the incarnation began with the annunciation of the Archangel Gabriel to Mary, a virgin, betrothed to Joseph, of the house of David, a carpenter by profession. It is interesting to note the Almighty God chose a poor humble Virgin to be His mother and a humble Carpenter to be His Guardian. How amazing, the Creator of the Universe, the Author and Giver of Life, chose to dwell among men, and be born of poor humble parents, in a stable, wrapped in a swaddling cloth and laid in a manger. The fascination of it all, He did not only choose a life of poverty, there was no place for Him and His parents at the Inn for His Mother to give birth, whereas everything both in Heaven and on Earth belongs to Him. In Heaven the Angels worship and adore Him. The Cherubim and Seraphin prostrate before Him. Why would God choose poverty instead of being adorned with the riches of this world, His own right. His earthly mission was of redemptive motivation, therefore, intended to underline the perishable nature of worldly possessions. It is more beneficial and safe for man to acquire wealth in Heaven, which is everlasting and secure, rather than be dependent on worldly possession whose fate is transient. To this end He began His ministry at the age of thirty, having survived a hazardous childhood whereby His life was threatened and was compelled to go into exile with His parents to Egypt. In the attempt to reach Him King Herod, fearing a threat to his kingly position, became responsible for the death of several innocent children under the age of two.

However, Jesus, the long expected Messiah, God incarnate, proclaimed the coming of the kingdom of God and called for conversion and forgave the sins of those who approached Him in humble trust. He healed the sick, the lame walked, the dead rose, the blind saw and so many other miracles He performed. He became popular. Crowds thronged to be relieved of their ailments, but that was it. Although some took Him to be a great prophet, for no one ever spoke with authority or performed the miraculous things He performed, He was never really understood, not even His twelve Apostles who witnessed His supernatural powers such as walking on water, calming the storm “who is this that even the winds obey Him” and His transfiguration on mount Tabor when the Glory of God shone on His Face like the sun while His Garment was white as light, and Moses and Elijah spoke with Him. How sad, one who had so much love and compassion to give was rejected. He came unto His own and His own received Him not. God was lonely on Earth, very lonely in the midst of His own. God was rejected by His own creatures. In His own town Nazareth, He was just the carpenter’s son, to others a nuisance merely interfering with the affairs of the Scribes and Pharisees, hence the messiah was to be of a kingly family not a pauper, which consequently led to His denouncement by the Sanhedrin and His ultimate deliverance to Pilate, the Roman proconsul, who condemned Him to death by crucifixion.

Now the time was ticking for a programmed conspiracy against the innocent Lamb of God by the Rabbis, teachers of the synagogue who saw Jesus as being thwarted in their ambitious aspirations as the leaders of the people. Greed is a flaw in character, when it germinates, it produces selfishness, blindness, arrogance, and deafness to sound reasoning. With the maturity of this conspiracy the Rabbis, to reach Jesus and silence Him, sought the assistance of a very close friend of His, one of His Apostles, Judas, who did not hesitate to sell friendship for thirty pieces of silver, thereby betraying someone who trusted him, a man who shared the secret of his life with him. A man he ate with from the same plate. Blinded by Greed he betrayed his best friend with a kiss. Could anything be more apathetic, more disappointing, and more ignoble than to spit at friendship on the face. This betrayal on the part of Judas paved way to the incredible torment Jesus was to undergo. What a world poor Jesus had to face, even the taste of a true friendship was denied Him. A very lonely Man he was, in the cloak of humanity, who was neither understood nor was anyone His standard, always the compassionate Giver, who shared and understood every problem of those around Him.

Jesus, who during His three years of public life taught openly in the synagogues, showered compassion on all and healed their ailments was now at the mercy of the Sanhedrin who delightfully delivered Him, their brother, into the Hands of the Romans, who were for them the “gentiles”, with false accusations. His words were twisted and taken out of context. The hour of darkness has begun. Love was on trial. Jesus was unjustly tried and condemned to death by crucifixion on the cross which during His time was a capital punishment, a symbol of ignominy and failure.

The choice of a murderer, a robber, to the Son of Man, an innocent and righteous Man, Jesus Christ, the God Man reveals the depth of the effect of sin man inherited from Adam and Eve. It unveiled the nature of Satan the father of lies and evil. In Satan’s vocabulary there is nothing like goodness or sympathy. Therefore, his time was come, the hour of darkness, he manipulated and instigated God’s children against God to have God be crucified on the cross with the worse torture and humiliation ever possible, aiming at breaking Him down in order to consequently make His redemptive mission a failure. Could anything be more disappointingly heart-rending to a God of Love than to observe wickedness in her complete nakedness, engulf humanity, His own Creatures, His Beloved Children, to portray herself in her worse shape to bury true human feelings in the sea of evil. But God would not be broken. He would not give up. There was too much at stake. He would not live without His children. Oh! How He was tortured. What an irony, the torturers took their own Father, their Savior, for their enemy, made Him a prey for their sadistic pleasure, instigated by Satan, their real enemy, against a friend, against their flesh and blood, their Heavenly Father. Nevertheless, in His goodness and love He forgave His enemies “Father forgive them for they know not what they do,, and after three hours of hanging on the cross, under the weight of His body, He breathed his last. Love was crucified, Love died. Cardinal Newman said, “the cross of our dear Savior has set a new value upon all the hopes, all the rivalries, all achievements of mortal man. It is the melody into which all the tunes of music of this world are utterly to revolve.” Fortunately the triumphant resurrection of our dear Lord and Savior defeated death, and worn eternal Life for man. Now man has a right to live, on the condition he returns love for love. He has to accept God’s love and love God in return.

Consequent to the mess Adam and Eve made in subjecting themselves to the mischievousness of Satan which led to their betrayal of the God of love, Who beautifully and richly adorned them with Graces whereby they lacked nothing, with their ignoble act of disobedience, desiring to be like God, they fell woefully in His sight and disappointed Him. On the other hand, having created man in his own image, man being part of God, the crown of His Creation, to whom He gave His Heart and wishes him to share in His Divine Life, in order to restore man to his original glory and reconcile him to Himself God came down and lived in this world stained by sin, tasting every pain of mind, soul, spirit and body more than we will ever know. He was never fully understood by anyone and one can imagine the pain of not being understood by ones own. He was treated as though He was the worse criminal that ever lived, stripped of every respect, scourged, mocked, spat at on the face, slapped, crowned with thorns, pulled like a beast of burden, humiliated, stripped publicly before a sea of people and nailed on the cross. The good Lord bore all in silence. He was left hanging on the cross for three good hours to die with a broken heart under the weight of His Body. O man! how long would you remain in slumber, how long would you be blind, how long would you lack compassion, how long would you keep the door of your heart locked up against the God Who created you? O, if only you knew what it would be like spending eternity with Satan in hell you would do anything possible, while you can, to choose Eternal life in Heaven which God lovingly offers you in Jesus Christ, for Him and With Him. It is wisdom to give the heart to God for this means eternal Life for you unless you desire, on your own free-will, eternal death.

II. The Fall

During my second grade in the secondary school, at St. Catherine’s girls secondary school Nkwere in Orlu local government in the then eastern Nigeria, I had a sophisticated London trained teacher, Mrs. Ohiaeri, fair in complexion, of average height, slightly plump with a cheerful disposition. I can well remember the impression her statement “chastity is like a crown on the wearer’s head” made on me. If that was naive, I would not know, but I vowed to myself it would be my wedding gift to whoever I would decide to spend my life with in the future. I was very comfortable with this decision and chastity being like a crown on the wearer’s head became my moto. This was a time when it was “in,, to have boyfriends and those without were said to be “out,,. Little did that disturb me, being raised up in a good Christian home, I had my vision before me and was determined to achieve it.

With my average height, I was favored with a fair complexion, a pretty face, well proportioned physical attribute, and a friendly disposition. As a girl who hardly got annoyed, if at all, melts at the smile of the offender and always ready to apologize should I offend anyone. Somehow, I got to apologizing sometimes even when I was offended. In other words, saying “I am sorry,, never was a big deal to me. It seemed quite natural and genuine. I was equally gifted to sharing and always had the least of what ever I had to eat, after sharing among those in my company, without bothering. I was a girl who could easily make friends and I had a handful of them, most of them from wealthy families. Just as would be expected I had hobbies like everyone else. My hobbies were teaching Sunday school children, reading, cooking, writing stories, acting, instructing and organizing play groups. Being interested in literature I was in the literary society at school, debating society, choral society, although I wouldn’t consider myself taIented in singing, but just for the fun of it, and in Dramatic society which I found exciting and participated in several plays. I was quite a happy girl with a bright future, until the inevitable happened, the formidable Nigerian civil war was ushered in and nothing was the same again.

Not long after the surge of the war did it began to show it’s ugliest face. People were forced to abandon their habitat to strange places with little or nothing. Poverty became the order of the day and moral decay rose to it’s highest peak. The flashy colorful uniform of the military soon captured the fancy of young girls and teenage girls in particular, posing a threat to their character formation, being unable to resist the allure of the gallantry of the men who wore them, as education came to a standstill and boredom was born. The military on their part, did not hesitate to take advantage of the situation. My parents however, were able to shield me and my sisters from being their prey and so we could eschew ourselves from such evil enticement, the handwriting of Satan. The family occupied herself with regular attendance of church services, thereby placing us children in constant awareness of the presence of God.

Nevertheless, one cannot stop the inevitable. The on raging war instigated a state of agitation on the minds of the youth. Everyone wanted to be useful to the nation as rumor had it those who assisted the nation one way or the other would be compensated by the government in a special way. This being the situation I organized a play group called “The rising sun play group” with girls only, for the purpose of raising fund for the war. Unexpectedly, the play group was a success and became the talk of the town. We were able to put up a good performance of the “Barrettes of Wimpole Street” which captured the fancy and appreciation of the European expatriates working with the caritas, a catholic relief organization. The play group enjoyed the assistance of the parish priest who offered her the school hall and every other help needed, during practice that enabled her to achieve the admiration she won with the performance.

Trouble never blows a whistle they say, and all that glitters is not gold. With the success of the play group came dinner invitations from the priest which we usually, without hesitation, accepted. At the end of each dinner, relief materials, such as food, clothes and blankets were offered to the girls. This was possible due to the access of the priest, a handsome young man in his middle thirties, fair in complexion, and of good disposition, to the area relief materials, from the catholic relief organization, caritas, stored in his parish. In the course of time the invitations no longer was collectively, but rather individually. The invitations, an avenue of escape from lack and malnutrition was rather an enticing temptation to reject as it provided an asset to good nourishment and relief materials, following the scarcity of essential food items and the lack of means to purchase them in the heat of the war. The attendance of these dinners met with no disapproval on the part of our parents hence they were dinner invitations from a servant of God and they were also well aware of his assistance to our play group. Sometimes we would dine with two or three other priests with him. It was a privilege to be invited to such dinners which presented the opportunity of a better life despite the war. Little did we realize we would have to pay bitterly for such dinners, a means projected to create a confidential and a homely atmosphere that would enable the wolf to strike the prey.

One can imagine me, a well-protected girl of about 19 years old, in the flower of her youth, full of dreams for the future, an innocent girl, the hope of her parents, an insurance for old age, was betrayed by a priest. His amorous advances and sweet words, culminated in infatuation, camouflaged herself in the cloak of love and weakened the resistance of a strong willed girl to a priest of God who would not grant her peace until he disvirgined her. A very sad story that threw the veil of darkness into my life and made me go through many waters. Although I was not catholic then, he had no right to be an instrument of darkness to me. Here was an ordained priest of God whose duty was to protect the children of God but he chose to devour them. Sadly enough, shortly after this episode, the horrible three years civil war came to an abrupt end and we returned to Enugu were we had our residence before the civil war. Perhaps it might be interesting to know the priest managed to locate our residential address in Enugu, which was for me very disgraceful, wondering what in heaven’s name came over him to dare to come to my parental home after the pain he caused them, dressed as a catholic priest. What would a catholic priest be doing in a neighborhood of none Catholics. It never rains but it purrs, the priest knelt down before me asking for my hand in marriage and I turned him down. However, he later gave up his priesthood and got married to some other girl. When my mother heard he intended to marry me her answer was simple and straight “My daughter will never marry a fallen-away man of God”

It is rather sad some priests forget they are open letters and ambassadors of Christ. When they consecrate themselves to Jesus Christ they should live up to their vows. If only these priests would realize the privilege they have to represent Christ, so to say be another Christ, they would seek God’s Grace to put flesh under subjection like St. Paul did. They would always start their day with the blessing of the God they serve by observing Holy Hours early in the morning before the Blessed Sacrament. Any priest who entertains doubt about the real presence of God in the Blessed Sacrament is making the mistake of his life because Jesus is truly present, Body Blood Soul and Divinity in the Blessed Sacrament. For a priest to be a passionate priest he must develope a personal relationship with Jesus and not take Him for granted, He loves us madly, that would be a very big mistake, not only by the priest, but also by every Christian. He is Love, yes, He wants also His love to be reciprocated. He desires to see the reflection of Himself in His children. It is most irritating and sad that those few priests who are weak and fail to put flesh under subjection soil the names of faithful and passionate ones. There is no temptation one cannot be able to overcome for God is faithful and will not allow us to be tempted above that which we are able. Everything lies in the mind. If only one would have a strong will coupled with prayer there is nothing one cannot overcome trusting in God. These weak priests have the full knowledge of the truth therefore, they should not give room to the enemy, the Satan, who would not stop at nothing to seduce the children of God. It would be a grievous error to take God’s Grace for granted. Whoever shall cause these little ones go astray, “it is better that a mill stone be hung on his neck and he be cast into the sea.”

Having been made a scape goat, as the eldest daughter, of by the sectarian church my parents belonged to I was made to travel to the United States of America to be joined to a Nigerian diplomat in Washington. A very sad and ugly event that should never have happened considering the religious status of my parents and the upbringing given to me. My dad an educated and enlightened man who attended the best Grammar school in the state, an Ibadan university graduate, a very humble and God fearing man who would, otherwise, not have succumbed to such a proposal for his elder daughter, well beloved, to travel to a foreign country to marry someone he never knew, had the prophets of the Christ Apostolic Church not told him it was God’s will. To feed their greed they perpetrated His faithfulness and loyalty to God into a crime of selfishness, depending on the proposal as an asset to bring in a greater tithe. This being the disclosure of another prophet in a lame attempt to rectify the damage done to me after the die was cast.

In retrospect I felt a great relief no marriage was contracted, although this was not the wish of the diplomat who brought me to Washington to become his bride. As a young girl I had dreams of my Romeo, my prince charming, to my utter disappointment and confusion, on arrival to Washington, I was confronted with a man almost triple my age who could be my father, a divorcee with seven children. One can simply imagine what a shock it all was for a young girl of my caliber. It was like a nightmare and immediately I began agitating to be sent back to my parents and took the initiative to inform them of my dilemma. This would have yielded fruit, as my parents felt concerned and informed him of my plight. There was nothing possible my parents would not do for my happiness because they dote on me. But the man being a diplomat, double-crossed me, and manipulated the minds of my parents with his sweet worded letter, portraying his readiness to give me all the respect, love and care accorded to a married woman, giving them the assurance of me completing my education. My parents unable to recognize the wolf in sheep clothing, having been blinded by their belief the whole affair was God’s Will, gave in and my father replied wondering why I was undermining God’s choice. I lost every trump. I neither wanted to hurt the feelings of my parents nor did I want to reject God’s choice as I did not want to stand alone should my future choice be worse than the so called “God’s choice.” Little did they know the man was anything but a Christian. Had it been known he was in a secret society, which was a later discovery on my part, my parents would have set everything in motion for my quick return. Unfortunately, by the time this was known I had already stepped into the ring and the die was cast.

Nevertheless, my parents, having made a white wedding essential for their consent, the diplomat had a hard nut to crack. Now, how could a man who already had a white wedding go in for a second one. That was impossible, but the demand of my parents must be met otherwise, he would have had to call the whole show off, which would have been to my favor, instead he chose the game of camouflage and played deceit, much to my disgust. To this end I was led to a boutique where a wedding gown was hired in which some snapshots were made of me wearing it and both of us as wedded couples. A mean display of deceit played on innocent citizens who wouldn’t dare hurt the hair of an enemy. For their satisfaction and blessing for a camouflaged marriage, the deceitful wedding photos were sent to them.

I wouldn’t say I was naive, or maybe I was, but there was nothing I could have done dealing with a man who had a world of experience, who, knowing fully well my unsuspicious mind, played trick on me, reached out for my travelling documents which he kept in his possession making it difficult for any attempt on my part to desert him.

Nevertheless, this union as it seemed, spelt separation from the very beginning having been built on shifting sand.

In the course of time he was transferred from Washington to Hamburg where he became the consul general of the consulate general. A position which would have been attractive and enchanting to a young girl being the wife of a consul general had the situation been otherwise and I had my prince charming at my side, as it all entailed representation and being in high society. Somehow, the whole affair was nauseating to me and to be seen on the side of a man who could be my father was an unbearable burden. I missed the four walls of my parental home. on one occasion, almost in the ninth month of my unfortunate pregnancy, after launching a ship for my country, during the reception I could no longer bear the deceit of being what I was not anymore and the mask of superficiality beneath the gesture of friendliness in the high society was like a thorn in the flesh and I deserted the scene only to be brought home by the police having lost my way in the darkness of the night. This instigated my ultimate escape from the relationship which was a prison a year after my little girl was born.

Having escaped this ordeal I realized, to my utter dismay, it never rains but it purrs. In my eagerness to put the broken pieces of my life together I saw the necessity to return to Germany. Now a mother, without losing my figure, still attractive and with the objective of completing my studies, I made my way back to Germany, having received the blessing of my parents and also the support of the superintendent of the Apostolic church who prophesied another suitor was waiting for me there. Surprisingly my parents did not learn their lesson. I later realized, God actually knows those who seek to serve Him sincerely and He never fails to draw them to Himself at the right time even though they belong to the wrong denomination or sect. Believing they were actually receiving true messages from God, my parents, were content with the lame excuse of their church, the right suitor was overlooked having been in a haste to accept the first offer and so everything was blamed on the effect of the civil war.

III. The Trap

ln summer 1974 I flew back to Hamburg having procured myself with a visa under the privilege of being the wife of the consul general of Nigeria, which I actually wasn’t considering the nature of events that led to it. Besides, it lacked the flavor of excitement supposed to accompany such a status, thereby making it tasteless. However, not long after,the inevitable happened and before I knew it I fell from frying pan into fire. The whole sequence of the evil which took place in my life was woven by Satan through his agents to reach my father who was a very humble and faithful servant of God. One needed to know him to be able to understand what I mean. When one gives himself entirely to God then one is faced with the confrontation of Satan in different forms. The consolation thereof is God’s continual presence with His beloved, paving way, despite all the storms, for a safe harbor for God never allows anyone to be tempted above his ability. He is always faithful and He never disappoints anyone who puts His trust in Him, so is our Heavenly Father.

There is nothing God loves more than humility and the enemy opposes all that God loves and always comes in the way. So outstanding was the humility of my father it could not escape the comment of one of my sisters husbands “your father is humility itself”. The only thing wanting in his life was not being in the one holy catholic and apostolic church founded by Jesus but the grace was granted him just before he expired to be with his Beloved Savior at the age of 91. He lived a fulfilled life despite all the obstacles thrown on his path by our salvations enemy to which the Lord granted him the Grace to overcome. We will not be tempted above that we are able the Scripture tells us and temptations lead to spiritual maturity if only one focuses his attention on Jesus for His Grace is always sufficient. To break the will and confidence of my father in the Almighty God Satan threw the priest on my way and paved way to my being involved with the diplomat making me an unmarried daughter with a child which was the least my father expected of me being his eldest child and well beloved.As though that wasn’t enough he placed yet a more devastating obstacle to my happiness that was meant to bring the ultimate ruin of my life and break the back bone of my father.