“We are a tripartite being: a family, a fellowship and an organization” was a statement we heard every time we attended service while the coordinator of the day is introducing Nigeria Christian Corpers’ Fellowship (NCCF) to us. The fellowship did a great job of upholding our spirits during the 21 days.
I got to know about the fellowship from a friend that served ahead of me. Leaving the camp as one of the incoming national executives sealed that fact that my dream service year is all gone. However, a new adventure was placed before me.
The Family House looked like one of the hostels of a school with every single establishment wired towards the setting of a church. Prayers were offered by every member of the house every morning and night. Evening meetings made sure that the bell is always rung which gave room for teachings and meetings to be consistent.
It is a beautiful setting. Everything was meant to look like heaven. The guidelines, though seen as rules, were constructed in a way that the house is meant to look like what will happen in heaven, but the uneven hearts of the men living inside made the house fall short of the purpose that the fathers of NCCF saw.
The truths of the Scripture that looked as if it has covered the earth like the waters cover the sea became scarce. I was confused because I thought everyone knew what the LORD has taught me before the service year. My soul sank deep inside because I thought this may be a mistake after all.
Typhoid fastened itself to my body so hard that I had to take drugs that I have not taken in a long time;my laptop was stolen at that same period. My president even suggested redeployment to me because my soul was not pleased with the turnout of events and I began to ask God: what am I doing between these mountains?
And yes, He replied!
I got to know about the fellowship from a friend that served ahead of me. Leaving the camp as one of the incoming national executives sealed that fact that my dream service year is all gone. However, a new adventure was placed before me.
The Family House looked like one of the hostels of a school with every single establishment wired towards the setting of a church. Prayers were offered by every member of the house every morning and night. Evening meetings made sure that the bell is always rung which gave room for teachings and meetings to be consistent.
It is a beautiful setting. Everything was meant to look like heaven. The guidelines, though seen as rules, were constructed in a way that the house is meant to look like what will happen in heaven, but the uneven hearts of the men living inside made the house fall short of the purpose that the fathers of NCCF saw.
The truths of the Scripture that looked as if it has covered the earth like the waters cover the sea became scarce. I was confused because I thought everyone knew what the LORD has taught me before the service year. My soul sank deep inside because I thought this may be a mistake after all.
Typhoid fastened itself to my body so hard that I had to take drugs that I have not taken in a long time;my laptop was stolen at that same period. My president even suggested redeployment to me because my soul was not pleased with the turnout of events and I began to ask God: what am I doing between these mountains?
And yes, He replied!
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