Like a mass choir, the congregation breathed deeply and sang the last amen of the service. Church was over. Bags were hastily packed and phones whipped out for the all important texting, calling and even picture taking. Names travelled from one wall to the other as people called each other blindly searching for friends and family in the crowd.
Funmi however was immune to this. Her goal was the double doors streaming in golden light from the resting sun.
‘Funmi! Funmi!’ her name travelled from different parts of the church but she wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t explain this sudden desire that washed over her but she had to satisfy it. It was a source of energy that defiled all the laws of nature: the more she fed on it, the more it increased.
‘Funmi! Today was powerful! That song really spoke to me.’
‘Thank you sir!’ She knelt in gratitude as was customary.
‘God will continue to use that voice as a tool for his glory.’ The pastor shook her hand again and walked away. She didn’t even bother to say amen.
Reaching her goal, she ran to her car and hastily drove off. Her actions were hurried and jerky like a child who had consumed too much coffee for the first time. Halfway home, he came in and she physically kissed her teeth. He wouldn’t say anything – she could read it all in the bloodshot eyes reflected in her windshield mirror. She heard the whips tear the taut flesh tear out like cardboard but she wouldn’t let him guilt her. She kissed her teeth again and ignored him as she sank deeper into her desire. By the time she got home, the bloodshot eyes weren’t reflected on her mirror anymore.
Shutting the house door behind her, the presence of evil made itself known. Sure there were no red flames or lightning but it whispered sweetly and urgently the way it does when sin becomes one’s god. He showed up again still refusing to say anything but simply staring at her with blood leaking out his skin.
Death v. Life.
Funmi chose death and switched on her laptop, her shame already drowning her as she sailed the boat of lustful desire. She typed in the first letter and the website shot up, as if basking in the attention this child of God paid it. Her eyes malnourished her soul, mind and body with images of sexual immorality and as if not enough, the angels of death massed and began singing with pure joy driving Funmi to the peak of her lust. A scene of false intensity!
Moments later, her desire satiated, her boat capsized and she fought against the tides of guilt and shame. Again, he appeared and offered to save her. He stretched his hands to her and she reached out in relief until she saw the holes – a testament to his pain and his heartbreak. She chose to drown and the waves swallowed her. Such delight in hell!
When the church talks about sexual immorality, it tends to focus on fornication and adultery but it misses the other sins ruining the destiny of so much of our youth these days: pornography and masturbation. Flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his own body. (I Corinthian 6:18) Of course, the only way to flee from sexual immorality is by clinging to God and living in the spirit and not the flesh. Even though the world gives reasons why it is acceptable to commit sexual immorality, we must remember that it is only the Devil’s lie. We have to overcome the Devil by the blood of the lamb and the word of our testimonies.