ALL LIFE AND NO CHRIST (Part 8)

ALL LIFE AND NO CHRIST ( Part 8)

You see, we humans make some big mistakes that ruin a lot in our families, relationships, career, academics, marriages, finances, and our future in general. We are always looking for shortcuts to everything. We want it all very quickly and fast, the way we want it, and then in the process, go to the devil for it. We cast our pearls before swine, and ofcourse, because they absolutely do not understand who we are, or where we come from, they trample on our pearls, and still come for our heads. 

It's in the interest of the devil to destroy your joy. It's his duty to make sure that you're not happy wherever you find yourself, and just when joy is around the corner, he diverts it by showing you a fake in the eye and taking the real deal from you. 

Nothing good comes from the devil. At the very best, a few years, but hey, will you compare a few years with eternity? 

I allowed the devil to lead me to what I thought was 'good life', not knowing it was just a graveyard with a perfect interior decoration. A decorated monkey is still a monkey, it doesn't change that fact. It doesn't matter how beautiful the devil wraps a package, it's still meant to steal, kill and destroy. 

A bomb that's wrapped beautifully well doesn't stop it from detonating after its unwrapped. Let's be wise please...

Back to my story...

"The following week, as I always did, I went to pick my kids from school, only to get there and hear that the driver already came to pick them from school.

'which driver?', I asked hall mistress,

'your driver ma.'

'My Driver? How did you know that? Have I ever sent a driver to come pick my kids from school? Why would you release my children to a complete stranger without my permission? Is that the way things are done here? How many children have been kidnapped from this school since inception?', I angrily returned all the words to the mistress. 

'I'm sorry ma', she quickly apologised, 'He came here with a car just like yours, mentioned your name, the name of your kids and said he works for you and that you sent him to come pick the kids because you were a little indisposed.'

It was sounding funny. I quickly picked my phone, called all the servants at home and questioned them all to find out who came to pick my kids from school without my permission. Their responses were not in the affirmative. None of them came to pick my kids from school. 

I turned back at the hall mistress in anger,

'If I return home and do not meet my kids waiting for me at home, I will not only get you arrested, but also sue this school.', and then I angrily walked out of the school premises. 

Just as I was about to get into my car and zoom off, my phone rang. It was my mom. I thought she was the one who sent someone to come pick my kids from school. I didn't wait for her to say anything before pouring out all the words in my head for her.

'Oh, mom, the Holy Spirit, also asked you to come pick my kids from school without my permission?'

'Your kids? Far from it, my dear, I didn't pick your kids from school', her voice was shaking and she was in tears. I quickly got rid of the anger, apologised, and calmly asked what the cause of the tears was. 

'It's your dad. He was shot in the chest at the office and was just rushed to the hospital, Blue Cross Hospital, about 5 minutes ago. You should hurry dear, it's bad.'

I took about a minutes to process all that was going on. My kids were missing and now my dad was shot. I decided come deal with the school later, and quickly rush down to the hospital. On my way, I hoped that it would all just be a dream and that i'd wake up to realise none of all these was real. The more I thought about it, the more real it all looked. I prayed a short prayer that God would just deliver me from all of these bad events rolling up on each other like a snowball. Then I thought,

'Will He even answer me? I've ignored Him all my life and never paid any attention to Him. If He was flesh and blood, and heard all I just said, wouldn't He shoot me in the head?' I felt worse. It was not just me. My dad in question that I was praying to be saved also didn't give this Jesus any attention at all. I was so sure there was no way He would deliver me from all of these. 

Just as I was doing all the thinking, I was so lost in thought that I didn't know I had gotten to a four-way road and that the traffic light was 'red'. I sped past at a high speed and ran into another car. It was just as my head hit the steering wheel from the accident that I became conscious of the number three tragedy in my life that day, all in one day. 

Before I knew it, a lot of people surrounded me, seized the car keys from me and held me down to make sure I didn't run away. When they checked the car I hit, it was a woman and a baby that wasn't a year old yet. The woman was bleeding from her nose and the side of her head while the baby was laying unconscious on the floor mat of the back seat. The baby didn't look like she was breathing. 

The mob quickly divided themselves into two. One group quickly rushed the woman and her child to the hospital, while the other group was determined to make sure I suffered for what I had just done. All efforts to explain what really happened to them were in vain. I still hoped I would wake up from this dream, and I was too ashamed of myself to ask God for deliverance. 

How did things turn out? 

'ALL LIFE AND NO CHRIST' continues in Part 9