This Thing Called Grace.

Nellie was biting her nails again. Her fiance, Jude noticed as he stood on the podium watching her intently. They had agreed on this, he had walked her through it, he absolutely needed her to do this without blowing it off. Why was she looking so scared again?

Nellie sat across the back pew, keenly viewing her environment. The building is an almost dilapidated secondary school building, the benches were so old and strong that they hurt painfully as she sat on them. The podium Jude stood on must have been created not quite long, seeing how new it still is. About fifty young students ranging from the age of 11 to 18 occupied the other benches in front of her.

“Nellie, why did you ever agree to do this? Why?”

She said in my mind, almost screaming. She kept biting her nails as her eyes went down to the shoes she wore.

“My God! I should have worn a flat shoe, who sent me to wear Stiletto heels now? My chances of falling down at this point have gone super-high” She bitterly lamented in her mind.

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen” Jude’s voice filled the whole room as the people’s chants of “Good afternoon sir” took over.

“I want to welcome you all to the first edition of this wonderful program tagged ‘Teens Takeover for God”. We promise you that at the end of today’s session, you’re going to go home feeling rejuvenated and delighted. Are you ready for this?”

Shrieks of “Yes” filled the hall.

“Well, in no time, let us all welcome our guest for today. Miss Uzo Nellie, an ardent lover of God and teens. Common, you can do better by clapping.”

The whole hall was filled with hands jamming each other loudly. Nellie decided to stand up and walk towards the podium in the midst of this heartwarming chaos, hoping that no one would notice how nervous she was.

Jude looked at Nellie as he descended the podium and handed the mic to her. She smiled wearily and in that moment Jude saw compassion mixed with fear in her eyes.

“Dear Lord, use this beautiful lady to minister powerfully for your glory today.” He mumbled gently, walking down the isle of the hall.

“I was 11 when my Dad died.” Nellie began, removing the thick glasses she had worn before.

“I was lonely, heartbroken and left with a drunken mom and 2 younger sisters. My Mom had no job, dad had no inheritance. We had to feed from hand to mouth. My sisters and I would parade the neighborhoods begging for food and sometimes water.”

The hall was silent now.

“Then one evening, Mom announced to us that she was going to begin work again. I must have been the happiest on Earth that day. I thought my Mom’s new job would somehow save us from the everyday embarrassment my siblings and I faced while begging. What I didn’t know was that we would only be receiving male night visitors every single day”

At this point, everyone’s ear stood as they paid rapt attention.

“Usually, our night visitors would come, follow Mom into her room and won’t leave till the next morning, of course, my siblings and I dare not come out of our room till they’re gone. But everything changed when one of the visitors insisted he came to my room. From the door, I could hear him shouting at my mom and she was begging him in return. Eventually, he slammed my mom’s head against the wall, locked my siblings in the other room and had his way with me.”

One lady screamed at the back of the hall. Nellie noticed that others were dabbing tears from their eyes.

“And so it began. The man would come, rape me while I’d watch my Mom smoke as though nothing happened. A few months after my 16th birthday, Mom died. And I know it’s such a cruel thing to say, but I was happy she left. She wasn’t useful while alive so I figured that the fuss wasn’t necessary. From that moment onward, I lived life recklessly. I built my whole life around these words “Use what you have to do what?”

“Get what you want” the whole students answered.

“Little did I know that I was only paving the way for pain more excruciating. I met Jude during my 300 level days at the University. We hit off quite bad. He would always come to preach the gospel to me while I’d abuse the hell out of him. You know, talking about a man who could deliver me from my evil ways. One thing always surprised me then, and that was his persistence. If I pursue him today, he’d be there tomorrow, smiling at me. Soon, I started to feel this ache in my heart, this guilt and shame that everything I was doing was worthless. I knew at that very moment that I needed a savior. One who will save me without receiving anything in return. Then Jude’s Savior showed up. He gradually and compassionately redeemed me from my messes and gave me a new inheritance.”

She looked up to look at Jude who was staring back at her, awestruck. That part of her speech hadn’t been among the plan.

“My life once more turned around when I gave it to Jesus. This time it was for the better. I don’t know if there’s anyone here who can relate to my very sad story, remember there’s hope for you, there’s love overflowing in the heart of the Father towards you and there’s an unmerited grace for you. Come right now to the Father and accept him. He has so many blessings in store for you. If He can turn even I or our dear Apostle Paul, the vilest of sinners, then there is nobody that isn’t deserving of His grace.”

With that, Nellie dropped the microphone on the altar and walked down feeling so relieved. She smiled when the students rose up to thunderously applaud her. All she kept saying was “Thank you, Jesus.” As she went out to clean her damp eyes that had filled unexpectedly with tears, she still kept repeating those words.

After Jude had led a very powerful session of prayer, the program ended. Shortly after they did the benediction, he made his way to where Nellie sat and hugged her.

“Waoh waoh! Slow down a bit. You’re not the only excited one here” Nellie teasingly said.

“I am. Honestly, I am. And right there on that podium as I watched you speak, I knew I have to do this today and no other day. I don’t know how this sounds but I’m going to say it anyway.”

Nellie rose her brows and sat quickly. “Okay?”

“The reason why I kept coming back to you during our university days was that I never wanted you out of my sight. When other guys back then saw you as filthy, you were the prettiest and most innocent girl to me. And your speech today, I couldn’t be more certain.”

Then he went down on one foot. Nellie’s eyes jutted out so large, you’d think they would pop out any moment.

“Nellie, ” he called her name with a voice that sounded more like a whisper. “Will you please be my wife. Marry me, please. Make me the happi-

“Yessss. I’m going to marry you” Nellie said as she grabbed his hands and turned to the other students who were watching them with wonder in their eyes.

“Grace Found Me” she screamed out to them.
“Grace found this worthless soul,” she said, tears pouring down her face.

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But God still loved us with such great love. He is so rich in compassion and mercy. Even when we were dead and doomed in our many sins, he united us into the very life of Christ and saved us by his wonderful grace!

Ephesians 2:4‭-‬5 TPT.

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Published by Adeola

I'm an illuminated lamp to this generation. I'm an insurmountable teenager. I'm a fast growing poet and writer. I'm Peace of God

30 thoughts on “This Thing Called Grace.

  1. “…while we were deep in sin, Christ (loved us) and died for us”. No one is irredeemable. Over again, God keeps displaying his loving-kindness each time he shines his love on those we consider ‘vilest of humans’. Loves believes/hopes the best of others regardless.

    This is a profound piece of creativity. Apt and instructive. Great job Adeola.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Jesus! I had shivers down my spine as I read through this post. Thanks for visiting my blog and liking my post, which made me decide to check if you had a blog as well.

    I’m glad I followed that instinct. Reminds me of my story on my blog too where I wrote about how I found Christ. I did it cos it was the only way I was able to get it off my soul and forgive the people involved

    Thanks again, Deola!

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    1. ‘Awwww’ is an understatement for this particular comment.😭😭😭

      Thank you so much for reading and following my blog. I’m so glad it blessed.

      I really really appreciate.

      Liked by 1 person

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