Hello folks, its been a while but thanks for being there always. Thanks to Pastor Feyi Adesanya for taking charge of the Saturday’s faith series. We equally appreciate all our other esteemed guest writer for their contributions.
As humans, we are wired to complain when things are not going the way we wanted it to be. We complain about this and that, take so many things for granted and carry entitlement mentality with a chip on our shoulder.
Some thing happened recently and I begin to see things in a different light.
The good book says “those the wall of Siloam fell on, they were not the most sinful people in Israel”. Meaning sometimes bad things happen to good people.
Looking at it in our modern day Nigeria, those Chibok girls as they are being called are not the most sinful people in Nigeria! The people blown apart by bombs here and there aren’t the most wicked too.
We complain about bad network when some people don’t even have a phone, complain about ill fitting shoe when some people are footless, we complain about bad school environment when some people will take lectures under the tree with glee, we complain about low paying job and how we are being ill treated when some graduates are happy to do a casual work for just five hundred naira per day to keep body and soul together!
I was walking around whiling away time thinking about the little cash available for my family to spend after removing all the necessary deduction for the month when I come across a family (actually a widow with two children) that was about to be evicted from their one-room apartment for owing six months rent.
As if that was not enough, there was nothing for the family to eat and the living condition in the two thousand naira room apartment drove me to tears.
I was disturbed and walked out of the area feeling helpless even after doing my best to improve their condition. I began to see more reason to be grateful after my face-to-face encounter with stark poverty.
I crossed the road with a heavy heart and immediately I was met with a mad woman who sat down with an opened note book. She was busy writing what I could not decipher but from the little I saw, her handwriting is the type that would make one to favourably consider the owner for whatever is needed-job, marks or …
I looked and was surprised at her seriousness and the beauty of her writing. It struck me that she would likely to be a graduate or at least lettered to a reasonable extent.
I am not better than those people bombed to thy kingdom come; I am not better than that widowed woman; nothing makes me better than the female lunatic nor are my children better than the Chibok girls or any of the kidnapped or killed children in the north.
It is just God that has kept and is keeping me. I therefore have a million and one reasons to be grateful.
Friends, I am sure if you also think of what you have and what you don’t, and put them all into perspective, you will have at least one reason to be grateful. Won’t you?