First things first, this is not my handwriting. This is not from me. This is something out of me that I find interesting and, therefore, thought to share. Never forget this first thing I have told you.
The second thing is that I want us to gather here now, all of us who qualify. The third thing is that I want us to have a tete-a-tete, all to all. The fourth thing is that I want us to work out the modalities so everyone is on the same page, from start to finish. The fifth thing is a forewarning, though, that this is not for everyone.
To better ready, reset your age and mind to the day you were born. That is, imagine we were having this metaphysical discourse when we knew nothing -not even ourselves, let alone God. Meaning: at this point, we have no knowledge of the Bible nor any other such definitive bias. If you’re already quarrelling about this opening, please stop here; disembark.
If you are still here, behave yourself. Learn to shut up. Learn to only listen. Learn to wait it out.
All set now, everyone let’s go. Where were you before you were born? Where were you before your parents were born? Where were you before your parents met?
Where were you before your parents mated for you, if they mated and for you at all? Sssh, stop grumbling over what you think are the insinuations embedded in the foregoing. They are possible, my dear. What if they never mated when you came along?
What if you were not the product of that particular or indeed any of their matings? By the way, let’s look for somewhere here and tuck away our reaction to that cacophonous viral emptiness over resemblance. A baby looking like someone is not necessarily a function of mating. Nature is a player, an unpredictable author.
Nature can do and undo. Nature can send humanity on a wild goose chase. Nature can set up both the innocent and the wise. Nature can stir any stuff up: beware!
Free your mind, my dear friend. Please relax. Breathe in, breathe out; breathe in again and breathe out again. Be calming down.
Fear not. I am not a table shaker. And, I am too old to become. If anything, I am just a table-resetter; always have been, always shall be.
I come to build, to rebuild. I come to fix, to refix. I have not come to destroy let alone to re-destroy. I have not come to scatter, nor to re-scatter.
At this juncture, let’s return to winning ways. When you are born, people rejoice or are angry. Yes, some newborns are not well received. That’s why some babies are either abandoned or killed -right at birth.
When you die, you live on. No, let’s say that properly. When you die you leave this world for another world. On arrival in that other world, what if you are first received by your people (your family members and others you encountered in your lifetime who had died before you)?
If they were people you had insulted or killed or treated poorly, you can only imagine the reception you get. They will delay your welcome party. They will flog you, and parade you after having poured charcoal powder from the crown of your head all the way down to the sole of your feet. They will shame you in a way you never forget.
Then, they will publicly recount your nastiness in the other life. They will sing you mockery songs. They will force you to dance. You will die again, but no.
Such life is worse than death. Hell that is more. No fire, but too fiery. Perpetual torment burns, beware.
What if years after, you are sent back to whence you came? Ever seen those humanlike rocks. Or, plants? Or, sundry creatures?
If you are blessed enough to incarnate again, what if that is how unwanted or abandoned babies are processed? Or, what if that is how and why some are born with a missing body part or two? Or, into the poorest of the poor families?
What if people who said they died and only came back to life because a long-dead relative drove them back were telling the truth? What if many others died and died because own long-dead relatives remembered their evil actions against them while they were alive and therefore chose to hold back such help? Just joking but what if? What if this is how these things work?
What if this surrealism is what you need to fix your life? What if this is not just joking? What if Easter is the period to look again at some of these mysteries; this time with the eyes of a big man? Are you going to joke with this golden opportunity?
When they tell you about Christ while you are yet here but you reject the wonderful package that the gospel is, you intentionally set yourself up for an afterlife that’s worse than death. This is your last warning. Live right and at peace with all men -and all women and all children. Your time is not running out, your time is flying out.
Mend your ways. Tomorrow might be too late. Quit that satanic association today. Go now and untie -immediately- everybody and everything; free everybody and everything.
You know what I’m talking about, you do. So, stop pretending and stop wasting our time. You only have a nanosecond to unperform the enterprise you no longer can perform. The devises of you, crafty young fool, had long been disappointed.
Be warned, for the last time. Those currently waiting for you on the other side are not smiling at all; I mean, you know how prisoners receive new arrivals. Change your ways here and alter the mood of your welcome party there. If your ears are for hearing, use them now!
Be intentional. Enlist the help of the one and only Intercessor of man who is risen and alive for eternity. Only He can write off your messy debt. Only He can restrain the angry crowd waiting for you on the other side.
God bless Nigeria!
Sorry, sorry can fail
Being sorry or apologetic is not always the relationship talisman that we all think it. Sorry can fail. Sorry has failed many times as a cure and will continue to.
This is something that requires deeper understanding. When people complain that others are unforgiving, we must sometimes ask what they did in the first place. Too many deliberately launch evil against innocent souls publicly but immediately after the deed had been done come crying crocodile tears, begging.
They go on social or traditional media to tarnish someone’s image only to later go on their knees that they didn’t know. That they didn’t know what exactly, please? Help a brother, I am not understanding it.
No, this is not about unforgiveness. Of course, not. This is about people realising that they can’t get away with nonsense, every time.
I understand the thing about this season reminding us of Christ and his teaching on this topic but please, where’s Judas? Judas’s reality should minister to those who believe they can hide under sorry to hurt others. This thing doesn’t work like that.
People should know that some sorries won’t fix their mess. Let them learn to stop such mess well ahead of time. Sorry should only be reserved for unintentional messes!