D Devil I Called “MY BEST FRIEND” (Part 2)

D Devil I Called “MY BEST FRIEND”—Part 2.

…as stupid as the ostrich…

MY “BEST-FRIEND-DEVIL”—Part 2.
Part 1 can be gotten here: http://josephkolawole.wordpress.com/2012/06/08/d-devil-i-called-my-best-friend-part-1/

Before proceeding to tell the remaining part of this story, I think I need to chip in at this juncture to say that this story is not a true-life story. It’s just one of those fictions from the depth of my imagination, trying to illustrate a point we all should have been familiar with.
And if you have not read the first part, I’ll suggest you do so that you can flow along with this conclusion…Thanks.
So the following Saturday came and I was (as usual) left in the room alone when I heard a knock around 10 am. The knock was seconded by a feminine voice that asked—“can a lady come in?”
I was the only one in the room. I’d never heard that voice before. I stuttered to ask in return—“who are you asking after?” “Joe…Brother Joe” the voice responded. So I opened the door for the damsel to come in. She was looking so radiant and beautiful. (Did I just say that?—Anyway, it’s not far from the truth…but I think “seductive” would have been the perfect adjective for her appearance on this fateful day)
Tara came in and I offered her a seat. Then I humbly asked like a gentleman—“what can I do for you?” She adjusted her sitting posture to reveal some more stuffs—you know what that meant…don’t you? Then she said “I was the one that sent you a text message last night…about breaking a relationship and all that…” I’d even forgotten I got a text message like that. I slept very early the previous night but I actually remembered seeing the text message when I woke up around 3 am to ease myself. I never bothered myself with the text message—I actually thought it was sent to a wrong number since I never had that number on my phone. The text message was from a “confused” lady seeking counsel about relationships. She just broke up one and was about entering another. And I never knew why on earth someone will come and seek counsel from me about such a “matter”. I’m not even into a relationship myself. Just a 1st year college student.
So I told Tara to tell me her story so that I can see where to come in…and she started. Yeah! She started by coming closer to sit beside me and she began to narrate the story. She was not a good narrator…or probably because she had hidden motives for her coming, narrating a story “that never happened” wasn’t really what she came for. She came for some other reasons. I never knew I’d been set up. Set up by my supposed best-friend.
The next series of things that happened in the course of her narrating the story are not what I could put into words…perhaps because I can’t even say specifically how it all happened. All I knew was that some minutes later, Raymond came in and met Tara and I cuddling and kissing and necking and all that…we were so lost in what we were doing that we did not even know anybody entered.
By the time Raymond cleared his throat to announce his presence, I could not believe I’d fallen so “cheaply”…worse still…for a stranger that supposedly came for counselling!
The lady acted as though she was not shocked seeing Ray. She only redressed herself and briskly walked out of the room, leaving me in the room alone with Ray. I was expecting that Ray would be empathetic enough, but contrary to that, he became the accuser. He reminded me of how I’d preached to people to flee fornication. He reminded me of most of the words of Pastor Franklin in the clip we saw together the previous weekend. He reminded me of the post I occupy in my departmental Christian fellowship. He reminded me that I’d disappointed God and him. He reminded me of everything on earth that will make me feel guilty.
Now, isn’t that sounding like someone we both know?—The Devil. That’s why I call Ray my-best-friend-devil. Because that’s what the devil does. Accuses you for the sin he made you commit! Yes! That was what Ray did. I later got to know that Ray had previously met with Tara in the week and lured her into a bet—a bet that she can’t seduce me (knowing fully well that she can…and actually hoping that she will)—so the text message and the presence of Tara in my room that Saturday were all the acting out of a script my friend wrote. It gladdened him when I fell. He was like “thank God I’m not the only bad guy here”. The same way the devil feels when he tempts you and you fall. He whispers to himself “Thank God I’m not the only one going to hell!”
Do you even know that hell was not originally made for you and me? It was “prepared for the devil and his angels” (Mat 25:41). But now, he’s going up and down, seeking who to devour…he longs to take as many people as possible with him to the fire.
Dear Friend, but there is goodnews. If you truly are a Christian…born again…you can enjoy what I enjoyed that freed me from the guilt of Ray’s conspiracy.
I’m sure you’ve heard these words before:
Rom 8:1-2 AMPLIFIED BIBLE:
Therefore, [there is] now…no adjudging guilty of wrong…for those who are in Christ Jesus, who live [and] walk not after the dictates of the flesh, but after the dictates of the Spirit. For the law of the Spirit of life …the law of our new being…has freed me from the law of sin and of death.
Rom 8:1-2 MESSAGE (words in parenthesis mine):
With the arrival of Jesus (in your life), that fateful dilemma (of always feeling guilty) is resolved. Those who enter into (the provision of) “Christ’s being-here-for-us” no longer have to live under a continuous, low-lying black cloud. A new power is in operation. The Spirit of life in Christ, like a strong wind, has magnificently cleared the air, freeing you from a fated lifetime of brutal tyranny at the hands of sin and death (through guilt).
Did you just see that? The devil comes and sets you up in some tempting temptations…and indeed, sometimes you fall! But the funny old thing will yet go and accuse you for a sin you perhaps won’t have committed if he weren’t at work, setting up the temptations (or better still if you’ve opened up your eyes wide enough to see the way of escape…). But “No matter how many times you trip them up, God-loyal people (you and I) don’t stay down long; Soon they’re up on their feet…”—Proverbs 24:16 MSG
And really, in life, you will keep meeting people like Ray…but don’t let them hold you down for so long. God is forgiving. And better still, next time, search out the “way of escape” from the devil’s temptation. And remember to pray that line in The Lord’s prayer—Lead us not into temptations…
I love you.

OLA, Joseph Kolawole.

D Devil I Called “MY BEST FRIEND” (Part 1)

D Devil I Called “MY BEST FRIEND”

…as cunny as a tortoise…

MY “BEST-FRIEND-DEVIL”
I heard a knock on my door. I knew who it was. As a matter of fact, the sound of the knock lit up my face with such a big smile. It’s Tara at the door. She had called me earlier in the morning to tell me she got saved. That was one of the greatest news I’d ever heard all my life because Tara was simply put—an impossible unbeliever—impossible to convert her…but all that is past now. The impossible had just been done. God just did it.
As I approached the door, I discovered my heart skipped beats like twice. A sudden coldness came over me—with some touch of anxiety and worry. But this is not the first time I will have that kind of feeling. I knew what it’s called as soon as I felt it. And more interestingly, I knew how to deal with it now. The feeling is G-U-I-L-T! And Pastor Creflo Dollar had thought me to starve my guilt to death not just by mere thinking about my justification, but by actually speaking convincingly from the Word of God about my justification and righteousness—the more reason he said I should be familiar with the Word of God. And thank God I’d just finished meditating on Rom 8:1 when the knock broke the silence in my apartment. So I opened my mouth and I spoke: Joe, you are no longer condemned…God has blessed you with a gift of righteousness—you never had to work for it—He just gave you! It’s a gift!…so approach that door with the confidence of a Son in the house of his father…alright? Yeah. Alright.
So I opened the door for Tara to come in. Now I’m sure you will want to wonder why I had that feeling at first. I will tell you.
I had a friend—my best friend actually. I call him Ray—from Raymond. I met Tara through Ray. But the pathetic thing about the whole story is the devilish role my so-called best friend played in my relationship with Tara.
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It was a Saturday. We had been together in the room for the most part of the day. We were transferring files between our mobile phones—via Bluetooth! All of a sudden, a notification popped up on my phone. It read: accept file from MOG. Immediately I saw that, I knew it was not coming from Ray’s phone—his phone bears another name. Not MOG. So I told him of the alert and he said I should just click on accept and let’s just see what’s in the file. Obviously, one of the other blockmates must have been trying to send a file to someone else, but perhaps because our Bluetooth had been on, he mistook my phone for the person he wanted to send the file to. I explained thus to Ray and he seemed to understand. So I cancelled the notification; rejecting the alert.
Few seconds later, the same notification popped up again. Ray was becoming interested in this unfolding drama. He told me to accept the file and let’s just see what it’s all about. “A file coming from one M-O-G shouldn’t be a bad file to have on your phone”—Ray said. Of course, on campus, MOG simply means Man-of-God ceteris paribus. Giving it some more thought, I said to myself “what if it’s actually a virus?” Ray sharply responded “Ah ah…you are thinking too far…like you said, someone is simply mistaking your phone for another person’s phone! Accept this thing and let’s see!”
To cut the long story short, I accepted the file and it started downloading to my phone. 4 eyes were glued to the screen of my cell phone as we watch the file download bar move from 0% to 100%. Then this notification came up: “Download complete. Would you like to view the file now?” You can be sure of the option we went for…we chose to view the file immediately. And guess what was in the file? A very rough s*x clip. A p*rn*graphic clip!
Immediately I saw that, I clicked STOP and deleted the file. Good thing to do—right? But I noticed that my friend just switched to silent mode afterwards. He wasn’t as lively as he was before the Bluetooth drama came up. I couldn’t link it all up until he voiced out and spoke to me—he said “Joe, do you know that I respect you a lot?” “Why?”—I asked. “Because, if I were to be the one who got such a file on my phone, I wouldn’t have deleted it immediately…I would have saved it in my passworded memory card…” “So what will you do with it? It’s of no use keeping a video clip you can’t allow everybody that scans through your phone to see”—I said. I then went on to speak to Ray about the dangers of pornography and such stuffs. I sat him down and then spoke to him brother-to-brother. Afterwards, I opened the video-folder on my laptop and played him a message video preached by Pastor Jentezen Franklin titled “The Python Spirit”. The message which was a perfect blend of drama and revelations from God’s Word brought much light to practical issues that youths struggle with—ranging from worldly music to pornography and pre-marital sex and the likes.
I was beginning to sound like the “saint” here, not knowing what my friend—my so-called best friend—was planning for me.
I was only going to get to know in 7 days time!
So what did Ray do? How did Tara come in to this whole scene?
Watch out for the “MY BEST-FRIEND-DEVIL….Part 2”.

Ola Joseph Kolawole.