My Pain, Your Gain (2) - Its A long Story, But Its Worth Reading! Now as I try to figure out how to obey God and approach the rendition of the above topic, I think the Lord will have me share this other testimony from a brother that I cannot remember ever seeing or meeting. It is a FB inbox conversation of September 10, 2014. The brother involved had written me a very short email earlier asking about one of my many message tracts that I had printed and shared out about 5 years ago. Shortly after my response to his inquiring email, he became my FB friend and chatted with me inbox. Now, many of the experiences and warfare that I will be sharing involve real circumstances and real people who may even read my posts. Like it is with this particular brother, I may not have the chance to ask for permission or prepare the minds before I go public with my writings on the subject. I am trying to write as I receive clarity in my spirit on each of the several events. So, the courage that I need to share some of the juicier parts of my pain, your gain, stories, is not so much about my ego or fear of exposing myself publicly, my real challenge is that there are living people associated with some of the revelations. So I am caught between sharing to profit many, and, risking insinuations and conjectures about other traceable characters in my stories. So, I wonder if I should be my blunt self or be diplomatic in rendering my accounts. In the meantime, here is this encouraging testimony. Brother: I hope you still remember this one of your tracks the good farmer Me: yes i do. how did you get it? Brother: by chance I was at general gas akobo (Ibadan, Nigeria) when you were giving it (the tracts) out. I am an okada man (commercial motorcyclist) I never took cognizance of it nor bother to read it, I just collect it (and) put in my pocket. Me: Amen. that is encouraging to know that you could still remember and track me down on FB. Makes me feel glad that other copies must be with some people in some places too.. amen. thanks for bringing this to my notice. Brother: Please am sorry I dont recollect the year again may be 2 or 3 years definitely more than 4 years, maybe 5 Brother: But what surprise me most is that I finally left Nigeria for S/Africa the trouser that I wear the back pocket of it is this your tract that i found in it oh my God! Me: Interesting Brother: I took it out inside ETHIOPIA AIRLINE and finally read it after many years you gave (me) and (I) gave one to my co-passenger (in the plane) that was going to KUWAIT Me: You had more than 1 copy? Brother: I so much appreciate God that a person like me an Okada man that people do not reckon with, that they see like cancer, can (now) sprout a seed (or achieve in life in a way) that people (now) like to move close with (me). Sir, I will send you my pic if you can still recognize me because I am the only one that collected the (message) tracts from you that day because others refused to take it. Me: Wow.. I checked your face on your FB page. I wish I can remember. I have done similar distribution to several (thousands) others. I thank God for what you are sharing with me. It is very encouraging that I do more. Okada man (of) yesterday with Gods seed of greatness, will be celebrated by all who have despised him. You shall be celebrated more in JESUS name. Brother: Yes I collected 2 copies because others did not collect, because some were muslims. Please I am sorry 4 taking much of your time sir, I just have to tell you what your God, my God, our God, has done in my life because I never believed in my life (to be able to) travel out of 9ija. Me: You have no idea how your chat with me is encouraging me. I still do publications that seems like I dont get feedback on. I did a movie that sold out as much copies as we were able to sell. I recently wondered why I never got a single email from about 2000 or more sold. Brother: Amen, Please, I beg you sir, There are more Ayanfe Oluwa (the Lords beloved) outside (of church walls) that do not even know (the gospel) some may have committed suicide by hanging, because the word of God did not reach them Me: hmmn.. I will keep on doing my best. so help me God Brother: I beg you. Do not see it that way, the hand of God is moving and doing the job. Please do not look back I beg you sir. Me: Amen. thank you (church-related question edited out) Brother: Please promise me you will still share your tracks to all Olokada (commercial motorcyclists) Sir please they are not cast out (outcasts) as people see them. Me: Ok Brother: (church-related question answer edited out) I am possessing my (SA) working permit. I have a master degree in Statistic from U.I (University of Ibadan, Nigeria) Me: Wow. may the Lord favor you, cause His dew of heaven to fall upon you and your desires. Praying that a special door shall be opened to you. I am trusting that the Lord will cause you to flourish in that Land, in JESUS name. Brother: I am so much happy to have a chat with you sir. May God continue to up lift you and your ministry my regard to all your family. Have a nice day sir. Me. Amen. thanks for chatting with me on this. look forward to next time. God bless. Have a great day of victory. bye for now. *************************** Flip-side of the story? The funding for the tracks was commandeered from my family grocery budget. In those days, I deliberately would not pay rent for about 3 years, because I put ministry above all else. I was figuring that because I was pursuing Gods mandate, I would not be asked to vacate our residence. It was my act of faith and we were not asked to vacate the residence regardless. If I have option today, I may not repeat the same, but maybe I could again. In those times, I barely take care of family needs because of huge ministry needs. Though I was not on any paycheck, my wife had a steady flow of income. Some level of income came in by ministry, but essentially, I always dipped too deeply into family resources to take care of ministry first as much as I could. I usually would not put enough gas in the car tank, because reaching out to others from our needed resources came first in my reckoning. One time we had no money anywhere and our car ran out of fuel and we got stranded by a road side. Our kids, being brought back from school, were in the car, my wife was also helplessly in the car (oh how I suffered that woman by my endless faith adventures?). We had no one to call, we had no one to beg. I had no clue as to what to do. Then, somewhere out of the blues, a lawyer friend drove by, I could not even get to flag him down, because we were, or I was, not seeking to be pitied. Thankfully, stopped because he was sensitive enough to pick up our circumstance in his spirit. Not only did he take me & family home, he also ensured that we got fuel back in the car without us directly asking. Let me stop this here. there is more to write on this. I am glad to hear from one individual who got back to encourage me about that period. It was a period when one would have wondered if some part of the labors of faith were worth it. But thank God, every labor of faith is worth it! Amen & amen! My Pain, Your Gain, is a highlight of Olanrewaju Elujobas untold private sufferings and spiritual encounters occasioned primarily because of personal commitment and full devotion to Gods ministry calling, which has been essentially to uplift others for no private profit.
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