He made sure the door was locked behind him. He could not take any chances. Secrecy was a top priority. He carefully raised the volume on the TV to distract the neighbours.<\/p>\n
Everything had been leading to this. Juicy text messages and prolonged night calls had culminated into a night of intimacy. He could not wait.<\/p>\n
The lights went dim as the two lovebirds shared their first night together. This is the night that wedding vows were violated and innocence was lost. The cravings of flesh had won and there was no reverse.<\/p>\n
The darkness of night took away the commitment of marriage. After all attempts to end the friendship with his co-worker, it came down to this.<\/p>\n
With wedding rings on their fingers they disappeared into a cloud of fantasy and passion. Nothing could stop them anymore. Exhausted by everything that happened that night, they found refuge in sleep.<\/p>\n
But at the break of dawn, something woke her up. Her partner was in tears. Something was wrong. She massaged his back in an effort to calm him down. He pushed her hand away and asked to be left alone. She was surprised.<\/p>\n
His face was soaked in tears. His heart was pumping fast. He had no peace at all.<\/p>\n
The picture of his innocent wife and son engulfed his mind. More tears trickled down as the reality of his carelessness dawned on him.<\/p>\n
The passionate night had turned into a song of regret.<\/p>\n
From a distance his eyes glanced at a Gideon\u2019s Bible in the room. He cried even more. His heart was heavy. His mischief robbed him of his peace. Something was lost, something deep.<\/p>\n
He knelt down and began to pray out loud. He cried for forgiveness and asked for God\u2019s mercy. That night he might have contracted HIV.<\/p>\n
That night he might have dug his own grave and destroyed the five years of marriage with his beautiful wife.<\/p>\n
This is a story that resonates with many homes today in Malawi. There are people out there who throw away everything they have built with their spouses in exchange of a few minutes of pleasure.<\/p>\n
The power of sexual sin continues to destroy homes and families in our nation.<\/p>\n
Pleasure is corroding the foundations of marriage commitment. The song of deceit and unfaithfulness is passed on from one house to another like a contagious disease.<\/p>\n
If you are part of this sad song, God has a word for you.<\/p>\n
Go and sin no more! It is time to clean up our mess and stay committed to our spouses.<\/p>\n
It is time to raise the stakes of our marriage commitment and champion the cause of family. It is possible.<\/p>\n
You can have a hundred orgasms but after all is said and done then what? There is no satisfaction in sin. You will keep wanting more.<\/p>\n
Imagine walking home after a night with another woman or man and being welcomed by your son or daughter. She smiles at you, and hugs you. She baths in ignorance of your true character. As far as she is concerned, you are her hero. And then comes your wife.<\/p>\n
She kisses you on the cheek and carries your laptop bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cWelcome home honey\u201d, she says to you. Her smile is full of love and excitement. \u201cHow was the workshop?\u201d she asks you. You feign a smile and hug her back but inside you a bag of guilt weighs you down.<\/p>\n
I believe It is time to change. A time to come broken before the eyes of the most Holy God and ask for forgiveness. He is a God of second chances. Do not hesitate, you need His healing. You need restoration through Christ Jesus.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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