07/03/2019
*From the table of Bro GBILE AKANNI:*
One aspect of Delilah that broke my guard was her food! ‘Delicious’ was an understatement when it comes to her dishes... As soon as she came, my fasting life died! The grace of fasting just dissipated.
At 6.00am, she woke me up with a cup of cold juice, then followed with ‘fries’ – it could be fried chicken, fried turkey; fried goat meat; fried fish, fried snails and other bush meat from
their country home of Gaza. Her service was
another thing! She never delegated my food to house girls, she brought it herself: She never served me standing. She went on her two knees and pulled me by the ear with the pet name she coined for me: “Sam, the Great... “Great is my Samson”! I also responded with “Del, the Den” My head swells up any time she tickles me with her finger and whispers “Sam, the Great”, but my heart shrinks.
Some measure of anointing just drop off my spirit...
She perfected my drinking spree, she never rushed me to finish a bottle. She knows how to mix different grill of wine. She served me sip by sip; “sip by sip’, I wouldn’t know when I have finished five bottles. She had all the time. She gave me full time attention! I never begged her for s*x.
She satisfied me to the full. I was the one who usually begged her to release me. I had no need to go out any more.
She was never boring! She changed her dresses like chameleon, with assorted perfumes. As soon as I married Delilah, I was also a full time ‘househusband’. I never went for raids any more. You know before now, despite my backsliding; these were occasions when the Spirit will remind me of my call: and my call was to kill and route out the Philistines from our Father’s land. I will just jump up and go furiously looking for any Philistine’s camp to raid. That was my own form of evangelism. All of this finished for me. I began to actually cherish the Philistines.
I reasoned: ‘why should we insist they leave the land?’ I began to propose a co-existence with
