Words at this point in time have become aliens to my thoughts, considering the level of griefs that my soul encountered over the departure of my pastor, Theophilus Martins. While I do not mourn like the unbelievers who have no hope, his physical absence leaves a vacuum that only God can fill. Where do I begin from? Is it the chapel of Mercy encounters or the Praise Tabernacle parish, where I was privileged to serve as the foundational Asistant pastor to this amazing man of God, who through his unequal generosity and giving grace paid the first five year lease of the church rent without a single input from the parent parish , bought all the musical equipments, used his entire funds to renovate and equip the church to the finest state of art, gave scholarships to as many congregation young members who couldn’t afford one, sent people on mission work with his personal funds, paid for the two landed properties that housed the PRAISE TABERNACLE and HOUSE OF PRAISE parishes of RCCG, using MUTUAL ASSURANCE as collateral with the bank and gave me, the first mobile phone, NOKIA 3310 that I ever used in my life . Theophilus Martin was persecuted, yet he stood strong in faith. He was demoted, yet, his bow abode in strength, radiating joy in the midst of altercations. He was ridiculed by those whom he had poured his life into as an offering, yet he never replied his critics both in public and private. What an amazing strength of character that we need today! Even in the midst of the excruciating pains that his mortal body was going through, his sense of joy and humor never left him, cracking jokes to the amazement of those who came to pay solidarity visits. His passion for mission was exceptional. I remembered when he shared the vision of full time ministry with me. I almost dissuaded him not to, but his faith for supernatural supply and sustenance was greater than I could imagine. I became the first individual at that time to sow the sum of sixty thousand Naira into that vision of global church planting as his asistant pastor. That was all I had at that time. God has been faithful. He has rewarded me with amazing harvest with that little seed of year 2000 Sir, I love you despite the fact that we disagreed and yet, the depth of respect and honor I had for you never diminished. Tears have not stopped flowing since your departure. Two days before your exit, you appeared to me in a dream and put gifts into my hand. I knew your time was up after the dream and sensed the impartation of Mission and church planting grace you transferred to me through that encounter. What a joy!! We will see somebody sir, when the body and soul will meet together in the resurrection morning. I believe that you fulfilled the numbers of your days. You fought the power of death with faith unflinching. Nevertheless, the righteous perishes for the evil days to come and the merciful are taken away to rest in the bosom of their Savior. I’m glad for the privilege of spending together, the remaining days you had left. We met almost on daily basis; sharing the word and praying together Good night sir, to a man of valor and see you in the resurrection morning. The seeds you left behind shall be mighty upon the Earth and the generation after you shall be blessed. Wealth and riches shall be in your house and the works of your righteousness shall endure forever.