✨ When Love Sings His Praise –
Episode 2: The Clash of Worlds ✨
If the first song was a whisper from heaven, the second was a shout from the world.
News of our duet spread quickly across campus. Students whispered in corridors:
“Deborah Williams and David Adeoye? Together?”
“Impossible. She’s from the high places. He’s from the mud.”
Some laughed. Some frowned. A few prayed.
But not everyone was pleased.
Deborah’s friends—daughters of senators, ministers, and business tycoons—watched her closely.
“Debbie, why him?” one asked sharply. “There are sons of governors on this campus. Even the choir president’s father owns three radio stations. But you choose a boy with a broken guitar?”
Deborah only smiled. “It’s not the guitar that moves me—it’s the God who plays through him.”
Still, the pressure mounted.
One evening after rehearsal, as rain drummed hard against the chapel roof, a sleek black SUV waited outside. The tinted window slid down, and there sat Madam Grace Williams—Deborah’s mother.
“Get in,” she ordered.
The ride was silent at first. Deborah’s palms trembled against her lap. Finally, her mother spoke.
“Deborah, I heard rumors. Tell me they’re lies.”
“Which rumors, Mother?”
“That my daughter—the heir to the Williams legacy—is… fraternizing with the son of a roadside widow?” Her voice dripped with disdain. “Deborah, people like him will only stain our name. End it before it begins.”
Deborah swallowed hard. Her mother’s words were sharp, but her spirit felt a fire that refused to die.
“Mother,” she whispered, “I believe this is not about class. It is about calling.”
Grace Williams snapped her fan shut. “Calling? Don’t be foolish. You have been set apart for influence, not for pity. Do you know how many families dream of linking with us? And you… you are choosing ruin.”
Tears burned Deborah’s eyes. But she remembered the way the choir director trembled at rehearsal. She remembered the peace that covered her when their voices joined. She remembered Psalm 37:23.
Later that night, she fell on her knees in her dorm room.
“Lord,” she prayed, “if this is You, strengthen me. But if it’s not, break my heart now before it breaks later.”
Meanwhile, across town, I sat with my widowed mother in our leaking roof house. She wiped sweat from her brow with her wrapper and asked, almost casually:
“David… what is this I hear about you and the oil man’s daughter?”
I froze. “Mama, it’s nothing yet. We only sing.”
She looked at me with eyes both weary and wise.
“My son, you must know—when fire meets water, one must bow. Which will it be for you?”
Her words struck deep. Could our love survive the clash of worlds?
📖 Scripture to Reflect On: “For what fellowship has righteousness with lawlessness? And what communion has light with darkness?” – 2 Corinthians 6:14
🙏 Prayer: “Lord, give me the courage to obey You above men. Help me stand firm even when the world says it is impossible.”
💬 What do you think—can true God-ordained love survive pressure from family, friends, and social class differences? Share your thoughts ⬇️
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✨ Episode 2: The Clash of Worlds cont'd. ✨
…My mother’s words struck deep. Could our love survive the clash of worlds?
I thought the night would end with that heavy question, but another storm was already gathering.
As I stepped out of the chapel after a late-night practice, someone called softly behind me.
“David…”
I turned. It was Anita—the soprano who had admired me quietly for months. She leaned against the doorframe, her eyes shining with something between pity and desire.
“I heard what Chief Williams’ wife said to Deborah today,” she whispered. “Everyone knows it won’t last. Why set yourself up for heartbreak?”
I tried to brush past her, but she moved closer, her perfume thick in the air.
“David,” she said, almost pleading, “you don’t have to fight so hard. You could have someone who truly understands your world. Someone like… me.”
For a split second, loneliness stabbed me. Anita’s words sounded easier, safer, less costly. But deep in my spirit, a verse thundered:
“Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.” – James 4:7
I stepped back, clutching my guitar to my chest like a shield.
“Anita,” I said firmly, “my heart is already taken—by Christ, and by His will. Please, don’t try to pull me away.”
Her face hardened.
“One day, David,” she said bitterly, “you’ll wish you chose differently.”
She turned sharply and disappeared into the night.
I stood there trembling, not from her words, but from the war I knew had just begun.
Two storms now raged against me—family opposition and the lure of temptation.
And this was only the beginning.
📖 Scripture to Reflect On: “Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.” – 1 Peter 5:8
🙏 Prayer: “Father, strengthen me to resist every temptation that seeks to draw me away from Your will. Let my love be anchored in You, not in circumstances.”
💬 Have you ever faced a moment when the easier choice was not the right choice? How did God help you stand firm?
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