I was studying in a convent school where there was a little nun. I said 'little' because she really was tiny. Maybe slightly four feet and above. Perhaps because of her height 'liability,' she had a thing against tall girls. And I was counted among the tall.
I remembered one day, during Monday morning assembly, when the whole school lined up according to classes in the school field with the Mother Superior and all the teaching staff facing us, looking down on us, the little flock from the rostrum.
I was then at the tender age of thirteen, beginning my junior school. I remembered looking up at this little nun, in her long, white robe and veil. She looked so pure and good -like an angel against the tropical sun. "But how could she be such a devil?" I asked myself. And I decided, I never wanted to be a Christian.
In my sophomore year, I went for an evangelistic meeting and spoke to one of the evangelists. When he invited me to accept Jesus as my saviour, I declined, quoting ill treatment from this nun.
God used him to convince me that we should not look to man but rather to Jesus who is the perfector of our faith. I was persuaded and became a believer.
Over the years, I must have been hurt a thousand times in church but by the grace of God, my faith remains intact. I believe it has very much to do with my initial induction to Christianity - that Jesus, alone is pefect.
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