Novel & Cerita When Narcissism Comes To Church

He spoke and she listened attentively. "I hope you aren't one of those who make people feel like they're the children of Satan for commiting a sin?" Sasha asked. She had been to churches where pastors and proclaimed men of God condemned not only the sin but the person who had sinned. It had gotten to the extent, one day, that she could not take it anymore and had to leave the church.

" Enyinnaya answered light-heartedly. As if Enyinnaya's explanation was like a snake bite, Iris raised herself from the bed immediately, the shock and surprise on her face was priceless and Enyinnaya knew almost immediately, that he had gotten her full attention. "Chur what!" She exclaimed in undisguised amazement. "You go to church?" "Well, why not. Every Christian does, and I am made to believe I am a Christian. What's with all this questions?" "Ehen?" She questioned, laughing without holding back. " I always heard that the devil goes to church, I didn't know I would get the rare opportunity to witness a church going devil." "Mami, you know I'm not the devil cause if I was you would have l

The one that skipped right over the questions and had you on your knees, ready to fully submit to a man who knew exactly what it took for you to unravel. In other words, he was a religion. One look at a painting of his and the man could make you feel like he had just fucked you hard in the dark, tiny space of a confessional, sins spilling from your mouth in repentance. He made you feel everything you'd been too scared to ever divulge, and oh, how I fucking felt it. The two people he brought into my life made me feel it too. Nancy made sure my chin was always up and Nicolas always told me things straight, never

Papers lay scattered in front of him, but he had not read a single line for the past hour. His thoughts refused to settle. No matter how much he tried to focus, his mind kept drifting back to the same thing. Christiana. The memory of her standing in his office earlier that day replayed in his mind again and again. Her confidence. The calm way she had spoken to him. The small smile on her lips when he handed her the key. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his face slowly. “What have I done?” he muttered under his breath. He had spent years building a reputation within the church. Discipline, obedience, devotion — those were the values he had always tried to uphold.

"Attraction to the same sex is not God's design for humanity. Scripture is clear about this. Culture may celebrate it. Movies may normalize it. Society may encourage it. But Christians are not called to follow society. Christians are called to follow Christ." My fingers tightened around my Bible. Suddenly, the church felt too hot. It felt like he was directing his sermon at me. I thought about the club. About Jay. About every secret I'd buried so deep inside myself that sometimes I almost convinced myself they weren't real. My mother glanced at me suddenly. "You okay?" she whispered. I forced a smile. "Yeah." She smiled back before reaching over to straighten my collar. Then she turned back

of God shows up in a church that I've prayed, hoped, worshipped and served God! Now the Church premises feels like a wrong place to be, I just realized I'm damned both ways because if I go, I'll adding salt to my injuries and if I don't go, I'll be a failed Christian... The doorbell rang and I made my way downstairs to get it; I opened the door naturally but after few seconds I forgot how to breathe; There he was,, my biggest temptation!! I froze at the sight of him, my mother was in the study and my dad haven't returned yet, my heart began to race, it felt like something I've been avoiding had finally caught up with me and there was no hiding place!

I lean up and stare into her eyes. "Calm down," she says, pulling me back against her. "I'll tell you the whole story." She leans back staring at the ceiling and begins speaking in a low voice. "Most of what I've told you is true. My husband is a minister and he does neglect my needs but not for the reasons I gave. He belongs to a men's fellowship group that worships every Thursday night. Except one of my friends found out that what they're worshiping is white pussy. We live in a mixed neighborhood with a fully integrated congregation. There is no shortage of women in our church who are aching to experience a black man reaming their snowy white pussies, all the better if the black man is the

I pull her contact up, and my thumb hovers over her number. “CHURCH NOW!” my dad’s voice infiltrates the air and I lock my phone and head to church. I take my seat as we wait for the rest to enter the room. Savage comes in. He is a broken man. He is going through an array of emotions right now and one wrong move will cause him to snap. “This is war, for whoever has just attacked us, who have killed our past leaders.” His voice cracks. Some would think this was heartless of him to call church moments after what had happened. But this is our way. We act quickly, we don’t wait.

Nicholas came running to the church not caring if he seemed like a maniac to anyone because his family was at stake. He came all the way to church because he knew what he had to do save his family. He placed his hand at his knees to calm his wild heart beat down. He looked at the church in front of him and today it wasn't looking like a building made with bricks to him anymore.

On Friday evening as Bethany is leaving after our last revamp session, she turns to me and says, “So . . . would you care to join me for church on Sunday?” “Wait, what?” I ask, taken aback. This really shouldn’t have surprised me. I mean, Bethany is a big ol’ bundle of conflicting personality traits, so I should have known the people pleasing side of her personality would be religious. But . . . still. I mean, we are talking about a fucking serial killer here. Her job description alone completely violates the one basic rule that is universal across just about every religion on the planet—you know, that whole thou shalt not kill thing.