I assumed he was the one who picked his children from school that day as they were still in their school uniforms and they were with him in church. He told me to come into his office and asked his children to go into the car.
In his office, he asked me if I read the scriptures he gave me and if I observed my prayer time. I told him I did. So he then claimed God told him I needed a spiritual bath and that I had to take my clothes off. He claimed his office had been supernaturally made a spiritual bath.room. He wanted to wash away the dirty water that was poured on me in my dream.
As he spoke those words, I began to cry. Was my case that critical? Why would God want me to have a bath in the pastor’s office? Couldn’t God wash me without me taking off my clothes? Why all these complications?
The pastor told me to stop crying and that I should follow God’s instructions through him. He said he would excuse me so God could do the sanctification. He left his office. I shut the door, made sure the windows were locked and put the curtains down. I was n@ked in his office. He had told me how to pray and I prayed. I cried as I did.
I saw the door handle moving so I quickly got up, and got dressed. I opened the door and he came in with oil. He claimed again that God asked him to anoint my body from head to toe.
So, the anointing session started. He anointed my head, my eyes, and was moving down. When he got to my chest, he did the sign of the cross and wanted to proceed to touch me. I stopped him and told him to put the oil in my hand. I would anoint myself.
He told me to lie down, that he wanted to anoint me down there. It was at the point when he wanted to anoint me, I remembered I had forgotten to wear my p@nt when I hurriedly dressed up.
At that time, I also remembered the dir/ty things Mr. F used to talk about. It was then my eyes were opened and I knew what this man was trying to do to me.
I got upset, took my bag and left immediately.