The Creator's Pen

EVERY OTHER DAY THAT FOLLOWED, I couldn't wait for the next conversation Denrele and I would have, he was a breath of fresh air. He was fun to talk with and kind, his voice had a way of making me feel comfortable. I always thought I was radical about my Christian faith until I found a match. He told me about how he found God and has been committed to his local church for the past 5 years. His pastor could call on him anytime. I was astonished that I could find such a strong believer in a random business conference. I'm glad I did. We would talk at length about our plans for the future, just as friends. There were days we would share what we learned at church or in Bible study. He always gisted me about the arguments in his church unit. There was a day they argued about being saved by works and grace or just grace through faith alone. He asked me about my view on it. I also wanted to impress, so we went at length. I quoted Ephesians 2:8 as the icing on the cake, we couldn't

IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME, I would have done it without thinking, so I wouldn't have met someone like Denrele. The hurt he made me feel was one I never imagined. Denrele and I met at a business conference a year ago. We sat across each other, and I caught his gaze a couple of times, I didn't put him to mind until he stood up to ask questions. He was a tall good looking man, I noticed his demeanor was cool and his voice was deep. I didn't seem to fancy him, well, I thought so. He asked notable questions about the business world and made contributions concerning the stock exchange rate, he was smart. I took interest in his contributions. The part where I knew he was really something was when he gave a Biblical example and wasn't shy to talk about his relationship with God. In a generation where we are forced to be timid about our devotion to God, he proved those voices useless. Our love for God isn't something to be ashamed of anywhere we find ourselves. He finished a