I Rejected the Richest Guy in Church—Here’s Why I Don’t Regret It: Episode 30 (FINALE)

I Rejected the Richest Guy in Church—Here’s Why I Don’t Regret It: Episode 30 (FINALE)

EPISODE 30: The Voice Above All

The Youth Leaders’ Retreat was supposed to be a quiet gathering.

But heaven had other plans.

After Pastor Kunle’s opening charge, he asked if any of the youth leaders had something pressing on their heart to share.

Charles stood up.

His hands shook slightly as he held the microphone.

At first, he tried to sound composed, talking vaguely about “challenges” and “personal reflections.”

But the Spirit of Truth was present.
And no mask could survive His gaze.

Within minutes, Charles’ words faltered.

Tears sprang to his eyes.

And then…
the confession began.

Disjointed.
Messy.
But real.

He confessed to manipulation.
To deception.
To joining the church under false pretenses.
To almost ruining the destiny of a sister God had set apart.

Gasps filled the hall.
Some youth workers stared in shock. Others bowed their heads.

But I didn’t gloat.
I didn’t smile.

I simply sat there quietly, my spirit sober, knowing that judgment belongs to God alone.

When Charles finished, Pastor Kunle didn’t shout.
He didn’t insult him.

He simply said, voice firm and heavy:

“Thank you for your honesty. There are consequences to every decision we make. You’ll step down from leadership immediately, and we will assign you a mentor to walk you through a long season of restoration — if you truly desire it.”

Charles nodded weakly, broken.

He left the hall that day, not with the cheers he once craved — but with a silence so loud it echoed through his soul.

Later that evening, as I stepped out of the retreat center, I saw a familiar figure waiting.

It was my mother.

Tears shimmered in her eyes as she hurried toward me.

Without ceremony, she dropped to her knees — right there on the gravel driveway.

“Chinaza,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion, “forgive me.”

I froze, stunned.

“My daughter… I pushed you. I pressured you. I spoke louder than God in your life. I’m so sorry.”
She wiped her eyes quickly and added, “Today I learnt something — the voice of the Lord must always be louder than any parent, any elder, any wealth, or any opportunity. Even I must bow to His voice.”

I bent quickly and pulled her up into my arms, tears stinging my own eyes.

“I forgive you, Mummy,” I said softly.
“And I love you.”

We stood there for a long moment, a mother and daughter healed by the mercy of God.

As we drove home together, the sky outside was a deep, glorious purple — the kind that speaks of endings, and beautiful beginnings.

I leaned my head back against the seat, a quiet smile touching my lips.

The devil had tried.
Manipulation had tried.
Even misplaced love had tried.

But in the end, the voice of the Lord prevailed.

Above pressure.
Above temptation.
Above fear.

And my destiny remained intact.

I had listened to the One who matters most.

And because of that…
my story would be written in light, not regret.

The End.