Pastor Tayo, your departure is as a bitter pill that I have tried to swallow for seven days but I can still not get down my throat. It is so difficult to accept the fact that we won’t be seeing you again on this side of life. We should be celebrating your life but every now and then, I can’t stop shedding tears.
HE that sitteth in the heavens (God) must have laughed several times that I have sat in church, looking through those double doors and trusting that you will soon walk in when you have been made whole. I have now stopped asking God, ‘why did you have to go’? I have accepted that there might not be an answer until we get to heaven.
Pastor Tayo, I look into the past and I now realised that you have actually prepared us for these times; it’s a shame that our minds could not comprehend that you were rounding things up then. We will carry on and run with the vision, we trust God to help us develop into ‘that church that you saw’.
You are a ‘saint’ not because you were flawless but because God’s grace overshadowed your weakness. You have fought a good fight; you emptied yourself of all that the heavens deposited in you before bidding this earth farewell, so you deserve your rest. Sleep on brave and gentle soldier, until we meet at the feet of the most high, where all tears will be wiped away. We will always miss you.