Imagine ! On the same day you sacrificed your N50 school launch money as an offering to God, you received a N200 gift from a very unlikely visitor.
That was how a JSS 2 student discovered that giving works.
Sharing the discovery on her twitter handle, the the then JSS 2 student, Folasade Daini, now a content marketing professional and author, said:
My parents were church ministers so we were almost always there—Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday.
When I got to JSS 2, something happened.
I had followed my parents to ‘Good morning Jesus’ before going to school
Usually mommy made food to carry to school but that day We had to be in church early so she didn’t cook. Instead, she gave me #50.
With that I could get lunch and still buy some snacks.
But during the service, I felt I was supposed to drop all of my #50 as an offering.
Mum noticed and asked why. “What will you now eat?” She asked?
I honestly didn’t know. I just shrugged and said I’ll be fine. Church ended and I found my way to school. I don’t even remember why mommy didn’t give me more money. By lunch hour, hunger pangs were clawing at my intestines. Then my class teacher sent me on an errand.
“When I got back to the staff room, she told me the Vice principal was calling me.
“I was confused. What did I do? Did someone report me? Did they find the lipstick they seized in my bag again?
“Good afternoon ma.” I greeted, my heart in my mouth.
“Hello Sobayo. Take this #200.”
“Mr So-So came and asked after you. He has gone, but said I should give you this”
I paused. Shocked to my bones
This was a family friend who had been to school many times. He’d say hello but never gave me #5
Why was it the day he didn’t even see me, that he left a whole 200?
It didn’t make sense but I knew it wasn’t a coincidence.
God was saying he saw me.
Though I didn’t understand the gospel until much later, that day, I knew there was a God.
Its been over 15 years and I’ve still not forgotten.
God knew my name. He saw my heart. And he loved me What happened that day wasn’t about the #50 or the #200.
It was the start of my walk with him. It was the sign I needed that he was my God too.
Not just that of my parents.
I no longer went to church because that’s what we did on Sundays.
But because I knew. He was my God too
I understand the gospel now.