LIVING A MAYOPIC LIFE

WE live in an art gallery of divine creativity, and yet we are content to gaze only at the carpet; or what is pathetically worse is that we ask for more proof, as if God were some magician we could summon for a thousand naira. While people sit and complain of all their challenges, others prostitute themselves before the pimps of power fame, wealth and other materialistic things.

We lose focus of our creator, protector, director and mentor, yet his love is inexplicable without logic or rationality. We let ourselves roll in the mud of self pity, and the devil joyously flaunts our failures at our faces. The putridness of our past continues to define our present and even our future.

In spite of our short comings and disobedience, he still offers us the compassion of his divinity. He loves us with such childlike humility and he waits for us to return to him. God knows that with some of us it takes a lot of reality to snap us to our senses, so he doesn't keep a time clock. Those who scramble in at quitting times get the same wage as those who beat the morning whistle. I guess that’s what makes grace, Grace.