Novel & Cerita Pride In The Pews

***are you ready for Priest Nicholas? Buckle your seatbelts 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ NIKOLAI'S POV “Shall the people of the Lord stand as we give our thanks?” My voice boomed across the hall, my gaze sweeping over the congregation. She wasn't here. I didn't know how that made me feelㅡ Happy because at least I wasn't tripping over my words during the sermon. Or sad because I ached to see her.

But here I am, refined in the baptized state of life within, without the church around me. I will excel. I will excel. I need no hand, no church, to enable me to walk. I can today, myself, walk at high speed. Amen. This world calls it pride to praise self. Helps self survive. Where are we free? When were we last free to heal self by thoughts of self-pride? I do not hurt the other in the pursuit of self-praise. How do I sin? Where do I sin as per church again? I too will fly. I too will resemble ease. Self-pride does enable a longer life.

She pulled us towards the two empty spaces in the pews next to her husband, and I sat down obediently. The priest was at the lectern and began to speak. "We are gathered here to say farewell to Christine Jocelyn Martin and to commit her into the hands of God." My body couldn't take it I folded in half in my seat. My feet were on the floor, but my head was on my knees crying again trying to quiet the sobs. Her mother was doing her best to stay upright, but she didn't bother to hide the sobs wracking through her body.

Steps out of my vehicle and smiled to the whole crowds, surely these religious bunch worked extra hard in that an hour time, for them to gather this much crowd, they are really effective in an odd ways. “Oh, your highness President~…it is a blessing from gods, for you to come and bless us with your presences….my lord….we here at the Cathedral of Faith…welcome you with out highest and greatest honor..to host you in the houses of gods~…”.(Bishop Agabo) “WE WELCOME HIS HIGHNESS PRESIDENT!..TO THE HOUSE OF GODS!!!….LONG LIVE HIS HIGHNESS PRESIDENT!!…”.(Members of Cathedral of Faith)

I asked, looking at him waiting for a response but he did not so much as look at me. I was grateful when we reached the church. This was a bigger place than the one at Umuahia. "SPRINGS OF GRACE" was written boldly at the peak of the tall building. "I'm not disturbed by this little stain" he said as we approached the building. "but you ignored me " "No.. Maybe I was not listening. What did you say to me? " "Nothing " The ushers led us to a pew. There were two people sitted there already. I went in while Tunde sat at the edge.

They took a sit by seats that were at the back as they were the only available ones. “Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you, 1 Peter 5:7” Purity then heard as the preacher started his sermon and just that simple sentence changed her relationship with God to a new level as she started realizing that God did care about her. And for the first time in her life she actually enjoyed and listened attentively to a sermon and knew she would be coming to that church every Sunday.

Chris released a heavy breath, “I thought mom was going to have an aneurysm because you weren’t seated yet.” There my mother was, perched in the front row on the left. The right held other prestigious members of this church. It was sad to see how easily you could corrupt a church when it came down to money. While this was a church of predominantly wealthy people, there was a divide between the millionaires and the billionaires. “Shawn,” my mother gushed, “It is lovely that you would join us today.” “I wouldn’t miss it, Mrs. Red,” he returned, taking the seat on the right of me.

I wanted to apologize to him, but somehow my pride didn't let me utter those words. I slowly walked away from him and sat on one of the twin swings, thinking about my words. I'd never been one to speak without thinking. I was always calm and collected. But being with Adrian made me lose my control, which irritated me. I'd worked so hard to gain control over myself and appear collected. I didn't want one person to destroy everything just by being present around me.

He read of the early days, of the letters, of the profound realization that their private joy had become a shared hope. When he'd finished reading the passage, he closed the book. The sound of the cover closing was a soft, final note in the utter silence. He looked up. And then the miracle happened. It did not start with applause. It started with movement. A woman in the front pew, tears streaking down her face, stood up slowly. Then the one beside her. And the one behind that. It was a moving, silent tide, a wave of respect rising. A young man wearing a rainbow pin on his jacket stood up, his hand to his heart. An old couple stood, their hands clasped. Throughout the store, others stood. Th

Elder paw took his place at the center of the platform, his hands holding an oglass chalice that seemed to contain liquid starlight. "Friends," his voice carried across the whole room. "We gather today not to crown rulers, but to celebrate the dawn of a new age." The Priestess Lydia stepped forward, carrying a tithe pit. "For too long, our communities have lived in isolation, fear, and suspicion. Then our saviour Pierre and Rosa came together with their kids" Elder Sarah approached with a second circle. "Through sacrifice, courage, and above all love, they have proven that unity makes us stronger than division ever could."