Pastor Theophilus Owase

"I have no words to express my feelings, Esteemed Pst. T. was a man of Great Faith 🙏"

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"This is a very touching tribute. The memories make it especially powerful because they show who PT was through your eyes—not just as a pastor or family member, but as someone who made you feel loved, protected, encouraged, and happy. TRIBUTE TO Esteemed Pastor Theo- the best in. The world Losing someone you love is sometimes such a strange and painful experience. One moment, you are laughing and making memories with them, and the next moment, you are hearing the news that they are gone. For me, I keep thinking about the last time I saw you. One moment, you were taking me to school, and just a few weeks later, you were gone. When I was first told that you had gone to be with the Lord, I honestly didn’t believe it. I cried, but somewhere inside me, I was still in denial. When I got home, a part of me still expected you to open the gate and shout, “Surprise!” But when I opened the gate and was met with a picture of you instead, that was when I truly broke down. I remember everyone telling me to be strong for Mummy, but the truth is, I was still trying to find the strength to be strong for myself. PT was like a second father to me. Whenever someone couldn’t get something for me, Mummy would always say, “Call Pastor Theo. You know Pastor Theo can do anything for you.” And honestly, she was right. Pastor Theo always went above and beyond for me. When I first went for ITPLC, you took me out to eat at Bistro. You told them that whenever I came, I could order whatever I wanted and just call you, and you would pay. And you kept your word. Whenever I went to Bistro or other stores in Pinnacle Mall, I would call you, and you would always pay for whatever I needed. You never complained. You never shouted. You were simply always there for me. Sometimes, on a completely random day, I would send you a picture of something I wanted, and somehow, you would get it for me. That was the kind of person you were—caring, generous, and kind. You genuinely loved everyone in the family and always wanted the best for us. But above all, you were a man who loved God. Every morning, you would spend a long time praying, and whenever I came downstairs, one of the first things you would ask me was, “Have you read your Rhapsody of Realities?” Whenever Mummy and Daddy couldn’t take me to school, you would take me after your morning prayers. On our way, we would listen to Loveworld songs, laugh, talk, and just enjoy being together. When I first started contesting for Head Girl in my school and there was something wrong with my laptop, you generously gave me yours. It helped me so much, even though, unfortunately, I never got the chance to return it to you. During the holidays, whenever I was given an assignment that involved making a video, you were always the one making sure the lighting was perfect and everything looked just right. When we were planning Elvita’s surprise birthday, you brought a stand and started directing me as though we were filming a major movie instead of making a simple birthday video! When it was Mummy and Daddy’s anniversary, you made sure everything was paid for and taken care of. And whenever I was spending too much time on my phone during the holidays, you would look at me and say, “Is this how a future footballer acts? You haven’t even touched the ball since.” Then you would take me outside and practice football with me until we were both tired. You took me on back-to-school shopping trips, and somehow, we would always go way above the budget! When I was younger, the moment I woke up, I would run downstairs and knock on Pastor Theo’s door. You would shout, “I’m praying!” And I would reply, “I’ll pray with you.” At one point, I remember you had my picture as your WhatsApp profile picture. Whenever I came home, you would tell me that people kept asking if I was your daughter because we looked alike. You were always so happy whenever you heard that. I also remember that you were the one who taught Elvita and me how to do the Gwara Gwara. And whenever you sang, you were always doing the vocal riffs that Pastor Saki does. PT, you were always so joyful. Whenever I came back from school and walked into the living room, you would shout, “Skleen! Skleen!” or, “What’s up, what’s up, what’s up!” You always knew how to make me laugh. Whenever you went to church for a programme, you would come back with waffles and chicken from Jazari for Elvita and me. PT, you were such a fun, loving, and caring person. I wish everyone could have seen you the way I saw you. Whenever you were in the living room watching football, I would come downstairs and you would call me, “Prophetess Davina!” And, of course, I would always support the team playing against your team. But somehow, every single time I supported the team playing against you, they would lose! If I went into the kitchen and was coming back out, before I had even fully stepped out, you would look at me—sometimes without even looking up from your iPad—and say, “Show me your hands.” Then you would tell me to go back and dry my hands properly before coming out. Those little moments may have seemed ordinary at the time, but today, they mean everything to me. We started the World Cup with you, but we didn’t get to finish it with you. You told me Argentina would win. Well… Argentina didn’t win! I could go on and on because there are just too many memories. But if I continue, there probably won’t be any space left for anyone else to speak, and I may never finish this tribute. PT, I truly miss you. I have started an NGO in your name because I want to carry your legacy forward. I want to help people, just as you helped so many people. You were an inspiration to me, and I want to be an inspiration to others because of the life you lived. I hope that as people see me, they will see some of your kindness in me. I hope they will see the love, generosity, joy, and compassion that you showed me and so many others. As life goes on, I will continue to carry you in my heart and keep your legacy alive. Sometimes, I still feel like you left too soon. But I believe that everything happens for a reason. There is so much I could say, but one thing I know for sure is this: You were a good man. You were a man after God’s heart. I will forever cherish the little moments and the big moments I shared with you—the laughter, the football, the food, the prayers, the school runs, the shopping trips, the jokes, and all the countless memories that I will carry with me forever. Thank you for loving me the way you did. Thank you for always being there. Thank you for being my PT. Until we meet again, dearest Esteemed Pastor Theo… Maybe when we meet again, we can play football. See you at the rapture of the church Davina Adeboyejo Niece and special daughter"

"Tribute to My Dearest Brother, Pst. Theo It all still feels like a dream… PT, so much of my early and youthful years was spent with you. When you gained admission into the university, we lived together, and those days remain some of the most beautiful and memorable days of my life. Your deep love for God and your commitment to the BLW fellowship inspired me greatly. I found myself joining you in almost every activity—soul winning, cell meetings, fellowship programmes, and ministry activities. Your passion for the things of God was contagious. One of the greatest lessons you taught me was the power of sowing seeds. You taught me how to preach the Gospel, how to win souls, and how to remain committed to the work of God. When you became a PCU leader in the fellowship, your PCU was often announced as the best or the PCU of the week because of the number of souls you brought to church. You were a passionate and exceptional soul winner. Your love for reaching people with the Gospel was evident to everyone around you. Whenever you came for a ministry programme, you were always looking out for all of us. You cared about everyone and made sure no one was left behind. I especially cherished our family prayer meetings. I always looked forward to the days you led the prayers. Those moments brought us together, and they are memories I will hold very close to my heart. We shared many beautiful moments together. You would make food for us to eat, and you never failed to check on me. You would ask, “How is my daughter? How is my wife? How is business?” PT, you were always an encourager. You constantly reminded me that things would get better. You encouraged me to keep praying, not to worry, and to trust God because better days were ahead. You would say, “It’s a new level for us.” My dearest PT, I will miss you deeply. At this time, I hold on to the Holy Spirit, our greatest Comforter, to comfort and strengthen every one of us. May He give the entire family the grace and strength to bear this great loss. Thank you, PT, for the memories, the prayers, the lessons, the encouragement, and the love. Thank you for being not just my brother, but also a teacher, an example, and a source of inspiration. Though you are no longer with us physically, your life, your faith, your words, and the lives you touched will continue to speak. Rest peacefully, my dear brother. You live on in our hearts and in the lives you impacted. Brother Kelvin Owase Brother"

"Esteemed Pastor Theo Owase was a gentle personality, the true description of Meekness, pureness and calmness. He displayed the character of the righteous - peace, joy, smiles, easy to entreat from arguement. A Peacemaker, never angry but gentle with words, a situation calmer, a witness of God in words and deed. A man full of the Spirit, in his posture, mannerism and gestures. He was a spirit in motion, gentle, calculative, always meticulous in taking his steps. His impact on the lives of his brethren whilst in Edo Campus was undeniable. The life changing impact in Kenya and countless testimonies whilst in the Western Region speak of the everlasting legacy he left behind. Your life demonstrated, faith, giving, soft spoken words from the scripture and references to the Man of God. We were expecting the breakthrough testimony of the big Crusade and suddenly the unexpected news of parting from this world. What a life you lived, love you shared, impact on many lives and a vacuum your sudden departure has created but you will be missed, your memories will be cherished and the family will be comforted. Above all the Holy Spirit will strengthen your siblings and Big Sister turn Mummy they will find strength in the word of God. Rest on great Man of Faith!"

"Great Pastor T — The Truth Lives On Great Pastor T — The Truth Lives On Pastor T was more than a pastor to me. He was my brother—my very close brother, my friend, my pastor, and one of the people who made a profound impact on my life. Today, as I remember him, there is so much I want to say, so many memories I want to share, yet I find myself struggling to find the right words. My journey with Pastor T goes way back to our days in Onitsha. We were together in the praise team and choir when the highly esteemed Pastor Tom Obiazi and Pastor Sarah were there. He was also a PCF leader, and that was where our journey truly began. Later, he gained admission and left for Ekpoma. Eventually, I went to meet him there. He started as a cell leader and later became a PCF leader. I remember one particular program he organized in Ekpoma. The hall was filled with people, and Pastor T was praying for them. I witnessed diverse miracles that day. As I watched him pray for people, I was genuinely amazed. I could hardly believe that the person standing before me, praying for people and witnessing such extraordinary things, was my own brother. One experience that particularly shocked me was when he prayed for a young man who had no hair on his head. After Pastor T prayed for him, hair began to grow on the man's head the following day. To me, it was simply a miracle. After that experience, I became so amazed by him that I refused to sleep on the same bed with him. I would sleep on the floor while he lay on the bed laughing at me. That was Pastor T. He made a tremendous impact in Ekpoma. He touched the lives of so many people around him. Even when we were living in the old school, now known as Campus School, whenever there was a need to pay the NEPA bill or contribute money for something, the other students in the compound would not come to our house to ask Pastor T for money. Instead, they would pay for him. They did so many things for him because of the impact he had made in their lives. Pastor T was not only a man of prayer; he was the man who taught me how to pray. He taught me how to pray. Even before he passed away, we spoke on Saturday, July 4. During that conversation, he encouraged me. He told me to study the Word of God, to pray well, and to continue growing spiritually. He also spoke prophetically into my life. He told me that things had changed, that I had entered a new level, and he said many other things that I will never forget. I did not know that conversation would be our last. I did not know that it would be the last time I would hear my brother's voice. It is well. There are so many memories of Pastor T from our days in Onitsha. I always loved hearing him pray. Whenever my mother wanted us to pray, she would say, “Let's pray,” and I always looked forward to hearing Pastor T pray. I also loved listening to him sing. He loved singing. He loved praising God. He loved worship. Pastor T was exceptional. He was full of life. He was a saint. He was a man of peace. He was always on his own, smiling, and whenever he saw people, he was often the first to greet or hail them. That was Pastor T. Pastor T was just too much. He was too much. Whenever he was around, I loved being with him. I loved listening to his words of encouragement. Whenever he returned from his place of assignment and I saw him in Lagos, I always looked forward to spending time with him. We would gist, talk, laugh, praise God, and worship together. He was simply full of life. Whenever you were facing challenges or going through difficult moments, Pastor T had a way of carrying your burden with you. He would be among the first people to reach out, talk to you, pray with you, and encourage you. He was an encourager. He was a man whose words carried weight. Whenever he spoke into your life, you held on to his words because, many times, they came to pass. He was a man of wisdom. A man of wisdom. Pastor T was truly a man of wisdom. He was my immediate elder brother, and I loved him deeply. I love him so much. I love him so much. I miss you, Pastor T. But sometimes, words are simply not enough. You were my brother, my pastor, my friend, my encourager, and a man who made an unforgettable impact on my life and on the lives of countless others. I thank God for the privilege of knowing you—for the years we shared, the prayers we prayed, the encouragement you gave, the laughter, the worship, the conversations, and all the memories we created together. I only wish I had known that our last conversation would be our last. I wish I had known that the last time I heard your voice would be the last. But it is well. Great Pastor T, you may be gone from us, but the truth lives on. Your impact lives on. Your memories live on. And in my heart, you live on. I love you so much, PT. I miss you, Great Pastor T. It is well. Ehis Owase Brother"

"FAREWELL GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANT I still pinch myself most times so i can wake up from this dream but I feel the pain and remember this is real. Right now all I can say is you fought a good fight, you finished your course, you won the race. I give thanks to God for your undiluted service to God and the church. You were the sweetest and most caring brother ever. Nwanyioma was what you foldly call me. Thank you for the genuine love you had for me, Cassandra and Christian and all who came in contact with you. Ah PeeTee!!!!!! This hurts so much but I am grateful to God that i had the opportunity to experience you for 8years and it feels like a life time. Thank you for all that you represented. I love you and I miss you My brother. We will meet again at the rapture of the church. Gaa nke oʻma. Joyce Owase"

"Tribute to My Beloved Brother, Pst Theo It is so difficult and painful to say goodbye to you, my beloved brother. Right from your childhood years, you displayed an exemplary love for God—a love that you carried with you throughout your life, right until your very last breath. You came, you fought, and you conquered. Now, you are with the One whom you loved and served with all your heart, until you drew your final breath. You were so many things to so many people, but to me, you were my brother. You were gentle, easygoing, kind to a fault, and carried yourself with such poise and grace. You had a unique way of bringing calmness and peace into every situation. You were truly a general in the Lord’s army. Through your life, your service, and your love for God, you touched and impacted countless lives across the world. Your legacy of faith, love, service, and devotion to the things of God will continue to speak for generations to come. We will certainly miss you on this side of heaven. Your absence leaves a void that words cannot adequately express. Yet, even in our grief, we have the assurance that you are resting in the bosom of the Master whom you loved and served so faithfully. And we are comforted by the hope that this is not goodbye forever. Very soon, at the Rapture, we shall meet again—and this time, we will part no more. Rest peacefully, my dear brother. You came, you fought, you conquered. Rest in peace in the presence of the Master, until we meet again."

"You will forever remain in our heart and Spirit. Your smile and your calmness is something to emulate. Your faith in God's word always stood out whenever we get to talk to just greet. I know for sure that God has welcomed you with great shouts of victories and the angels are rejoicing on all your outstanding achievements here on earth. Keep resting in God's blossom till we meet again at the rapture of the Church. FOREVER IN MY HEART FAMILY FRIEND"

"Some people pass through your life like weather — felt for a moment, then gone. But you were different. You were not weather, brother. You were shelter. Thank you for the prayers. I may not have seen you on your knees, but I felt the weight of them lifting off my shoulders. I did not know how many battles you fought in the spirit on my behalf, how many times you named my name to Heaven when I had forgotten how to name my own. But I know this: every door that opened, every season that turned, every peace that found me in the middle of my noise — your prayers were there before I even finished speaking. Thank you for the encouragement. Not the kind people offer to be polite, but the kind that lands like a hand on a weary back and says, "Keep going — you are not as far as you think you are." When my hope was thin, you did not look at me with pity. You looked at me with faith — a faith I could borrow until my own was restored. You believed in me most strongly in the very moments I had stopped believing in myself. Thank you for the care. You showed up when showing up cost something. You listened when most people were only waiting for their turn to speak. You checked in not because it was required but because you chose it. In a world that moves fast and forgets quickly, you remember me. You made me feel seen, valued, and held — and I will never forget that. My dearest brother, you did not just walk alongside me for a season. You became part of the reason I made it through the season. Your loyalty was quiet, but it was real. Your love was loud, but it was steady. PEETEE... we will continue to take comfort from Gods word Your kindness,love, and memories stay strong in my heart Rest peacefully, my brother, until we meet again Brother Evans Owase Brother"