Ask the Pastor...!

On the twelveth hour of the day,The Christ gave up his ghost,there and then the curtain was torn,thus no bridge connected us to the Father, "but his servants still exist,don't they?" i asked. "Ask the Pastor,he's one of them..." they replied.
After sermon i stayed behind,constructing questions and sentences for The Lord's servant,gathering courage to face the man whilst rehearsing words,perfecting my diction,"Excuse me Mchungaji! May i have a word with you?" he passed me,and then it dawned on me that he couldn't read my mind,for he was but flesh, "choir master,when's best to seek council with Mchungaji?" i inquired, "Ask the Pastor!" he said, "he will tell you his time."
Of the 17 years i went to church,this Sunday had a difference,i learned where to locate the vestry in the church grounds,not knowing i was yet to learn where to locate pastor's house, "sorry my child" he said, "please come on Wednesday." he had to attend visitation on the day,thus Wednesday being appropriate.
Armed with Bible,notebook and pen,i walked the church grounds humbly dressed,it is disrespectful to dress of the world,in the presence of a 'holy man',he ushered me into the vestry,then held my hands as he prayed,straight to business he handled my thoughts and queries,then remembered he had a meeting and sent me home with some verses,if i knew then what i know now,I'd say he was avoiding Mama Rose a.k.a church rumor monger,she has choir practice on Wednesdays.
Two Sundays later he called me aside,inquiring on the assignment he gave, "by the way,did you like today's preaching?" he asked. He had spoken on God's love. He led me to the vestry,and from that day it became a habit,we prayed and he hugged me,sharp bolts went through my veins! "did you feel it?" he asked "yes,Mchungaji...i felt it" "it's God's love" he said "i want to show you if you let me!!"
The first few times he showed me 'God's Love' felt wrong, "but what could be the sin here?" i asked myself "he is a holy man!" i convinced myself and continued experiencing Mchungaji's love. Yes! He loved me in every way and everywhere,in his house,in his car,the vestry...e.t.c
I loved mchungaji,he made me feel more of a christian than others,i even joined the choir and worship team,these changes filled my mother with delight,i held a high position in church,it dispelled suspicion when i held 'keshas' with the holy man.
When i started falling ill,i phoned pastor to pray for me, "read Ephesians 6:10-20 and guard yourself against the devil's wiles" he said,3 months later i started swelling,my parents were alarmed,when the doctor said i was pregnant,i knew there and then it was mchungaji's 'love',i phoned him again...he was mteja,went to church to meet him...he hasn't preached ever since,i called by house just to find him gone! After 6 more months i delivered his child,a male with his eyes,finally i answered my father, "Ask the Pastor,he knows the father!!"