I Stand for Healing

I finally am ready to share my opinion regarding what is going on with Pastor Biodun Fatoyinbo.

All I know of him is what I see on social media. Same goes for Busola Dakolo. I have seen people malign both of them in their passion and emotional anger. Looking from the outside, it is clear that this is a painful moment for both sides, and a moment of unveiling of raw wounds that will need healing.

As a victim of rape myself as a child, I understand the powerlessness in fighting off an authority figure you look up to. I understand the silence and self condemnation and acceptance of it that permits the violation to continue. The years of being silent, and convincing yourself it was your fault because you didnt fight it off. And when you finally have the courage to speak, how people comb through your life to find character flaws to use to destroy you

As a falsely accused person, I also understand when everyone blindly comes to a conclusion that you are guilty. because they claim your lifestyle is suspicious, or there have been rumors, or they just dont agree with your lifestyle. So without any facts, they crucify you at the cross. And nobody comes to your defense because the ones who supported you dont want to tarnish their image. You are all alone, accused, condemned and left destroyed, without a hope to defend yourself and be believed.

I understand both sides. I have been a victim, and I have been falsely accused.

Where I stand is for healing. There is a wounded person in need of healing. Regardless of what side of the fence you stand, there is healing that needs to be ministered. So rather than pull out my claws, and start clawing away to wound who I think is in the wrong, I will stand on the side of healing.

Thank you Bishop Feb Idahosa, for reminding me of the ministry of your dad in ministering healing. I was a victimized and ravaged kid who was spilling over with issues. I was told I was possessed and in need of deliverance, and brought to Papa, the late Archbishop Idahosa. He simply laid his hands on me and said "You are well". That was it. No prayers, no nothing. That was the kind of man he was. He always uplifted, and he always spoke healing and building up, not a tearing down of the wounded, regardless who they were. In hindsight, he actually never called me by my name for all the time I had him as my spiritual covering. Instead he always called me Jesus, because I had played the role of Jesus in an Easter play.

In that same spirit, let us offer healing to the parties involved. Whatever side of the fence you stand, rather than attempt to draw blood from the other side, minister healing to who you support, while the truth is given a fair chance to be revealed.

Selah!