In order not to be politically correct, I want to clarify that men above refers to Men and Women serving in diverse ministries in the Christian World. I will also not be talking about myself in particular to keep it modest.
My first recollection of a pastor was my grandad Pastor Adeshina. He was already half blind by the time I became conscious of him. He told me many tales of how he was recruited as a chef to a white missionary called Babcock (yes University named after him) and how they travelled the little villages across southern Nigeria. He also told me how the church could not afford paint in one of his locations and had to mix pigments in order to make cheap paints and how an accidental mixing got him half blind. He was later ordained by this man as a pastor and he served with the Seventh Day Adventists Church till retirement. He was faithful and did the best by his family but when I knew him, he was not rich, in fact his pension could not sustain him in his old age. My grandfather imbibed many things from the British Missionaries he served and would often spend his meagre pension on things like Biscuits and jam. I remember his usual deck of clothes completed with a Kangol type cap he often wore to collect his paltry pension. That was my earliest introduction to men of God.
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