Well tell that to the poor orphan who has totally lost hope in any chance of furthering his education. Who lost his father at the age of seven and lost his mother at age thirteen and struggles everyday just to find something to eat. Whose only beam of hope rest on the promises of aunties and compassion of uncles and with fingers crossed, watches the clock as seconds turn to minutes and then hours as the possibility of these promises becoming a reality fades away like undried painting on a rainy day.
I know you
say God is the father to the fatherless, a voice to the motherless and a
provider to the orphans but here is a boy orphan boy that cries himself to
sleep because the 'worms' in his stomach just won't go to bed and when sleep
finally decides to show him a little mercy, he is still too broke to dream
because he knows that the chances of his dreams coming to pass are zero in a
million.
Mr Preacher,
you told us to neither envy the wealth of the wicked nor be jealous of those
whose fame is built around dubious means, but what is he suppose to do when his
fellow mates on the street return with bags of strange money after a few week
in strange country doing some strange business, they say Maga nor need pay but
everyday he sees fellow hustlers like him blowing money like a smoker blows
tobacco on expensive hotels, luxurious cars and exotic women, things he could
only dream about. You say God's time is the best but just yesterday, his next
door neighbour called Godstime moved out of their face-me-I-face-you apartment after
six months in Ghana and even offered him a ride in his new Toyota Spyder, I
guess Godstime finally got paid,
He knows the
bible says 'thou shall not steal', but a few hours with the computer, telling
one or two white lies and making promises he won't keep doesn't classify as
stealing does it? Atleast no one was hurt and he didn't even forcefully collect
anything from anyone right? Don't answer that, I think he already knows the
answer but what do you expect from a man who eats every meal hoping it won't be
his last.
Finally dear
Mr Preacher, I know you preach from the scriptures and the bitter truth is you
are right, I know that Godstime is still the best but at times it's difficult
to wait the wait especially when there is an obvious way out and sometimes it's
hard to hold on to the word of God when there is no money in your pocket and no
food in your stomach.
Also, you may never know how painful it is to trust
God and say no to an opportunity that would settle you for life simply because
of its source, turning the other cheek and holding on to the word of God, fasting
more than a pastor not because of your love for God but because life forces you
to.
So Mr
Preacher, even when life hits me with all its noise and furry, this is my final
answer, I will wait, I would trust in God even in the midst of all this. Even
in the face of hunger, intimidation and poverty, I would stand strong, turning
my face from the world and focusing on His word because just like the
scriptures says,'...and thy word became flesh' and I would eat of it. Just like
the three Hebrew boys, I will trust you because you are God and I trust your
timing.
Even though
it seems like the chances of my dreams coming to pass are zero in a million, I
still choose to believe in you because adding you to that equation increases my
odd and changes my chances into one in one. So when Godstime taunts me with his
new car and calls me a 'Jew' simply because 'I nor sharp', I would still look
him in the face and say 'sorry Godstime but I'm still going to wait for God's time'.
And to God, the
helper to the helpless and father to the orphan, I say thank you for giving
this orphan a chance to use the word 'dad' again, thank you for turning an
orphan without an inheritance to an heir of the biggest kingdom ever and a
joint heir with Christ. Thank you because in all this I know you've got me.
Written by
Omoyibo Kelvin Akpobome. Click here for more of His_Storyteller.
Cheers!
God is worthy of my trust, God bless writer.
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