Rural rugged was over and we mounted the ‘open heavens’ back to the family house.
I was now comfortable climbing in the truck even though it swayed from side to side on the untarred road. I had two agenda; a cool bath and a long sleep since these were considered luxury during the outreach.
I had been in the kitchen and I smelt of smoke, thick smoke so I knew I needed a thorough bath.
Somehow, I wondered how I still reserved strength enough to pull through another three days devoid of sleep.Welcoming the new corpers back in the zone involved more cooking and early rising.We had travel down for the outreach two days before and quickly, I found my way to the little classroom that served as a kitchen.
I joined other ‘mamas’in the kitchen but remembered I also had to justify my being at the outreach.
I took a little break off the ‘martha’ ministry to speak to a group of boys. The outreach was awesome in all.
On arrival in the family house, I hurriedly exchanged a few pleasantries and found my way down the long hall to the room I had occupy with other sisters since our arrival two days before.I almost ignored the sisters who were already engrossed in a chit-chat and found my way to the bathroom.My next agenda was sleep.
I returned and met the sisters still engrossed in their discussion, sisters sha!I plannned to have a long sleep but not too long so as to prepare for my departure to lagos the next day.
Four hours later ,I awoke but it seemed as though I had taken only some few minutes nap, I needed more!Nonetheless, I sat up and joined the sisters who had actually woken me up with their unending chatter.They were watching a film on a laptop and I thought to join them this time.
The ladies gisted on and on about how the brother who had abandon the sister he was engaged to(in the film) deserved the punishment he got at the end of the film.I marvelled, ahan!these sisters suddenly forgot they were christians o! and the scripture said that the lord is ‘gracious and merciful,slow to anger and plentous in mercy'(psalm 103:8),abi?
It was night fall now and I slidded away from the company of the sisters.
I feeling sleepy again(I knew that sleep was not just enough)
I slidded back to my tiny bed, struggling to set my alarm.
4:00am was the time I anticipated, I needed to depart early enough.
Anxiety filled me each time i thought of my travel back to lagos, I had miss a lot and I wanted to do a lot , my DP was already updated two weeks before, ‘Eko ile, can’t wait to be home!stayed on my profile for almost a week.It was home all the way.
I heard a sound through the thick darkness, I could not even make out what part of the bed I dropped my phone before I dozed.I managed to see a figure and I quickly asked, ‘what’s the time, please?’4:45am,the voice replied, my God! ‘barely some minutes left before devotion’I said to myself.I jumped out of bed like I could make my way,struggled through the darkness like someone who had lost sight. I could now see the person who answered me, it was ‘CBN’, I quickly borrowed her torch, undressed and ran to the bathroom.This time, I did not mind sharing the bathroom with two other sisters who were also travelling that morning.
‘Aunty’ was already calling, ‘sisters, come out, it’s time for devotion, please come out o, I was battling with brushing my hair now, she opened the door, and saw i was the only one left in the room,she gave me a knowing look, ‘rijau mama,’ she warned, she shut the door back and I hurriedly concluded my dressing, grabbed my bible and hurried down the large hall.
‘You have to get another phone o!I know it’s all this pinging, pinging that ran your battery flat ‘we almost thought something was wrong, my mum complained,anyway thank God,’ she added. I knelt to greet her and she only ignored my greeting to continue praising God for my safe arrival.
‘Is anybody happy to see me’, I announced, almost to myself.
The reception was not as grand as I thought,I almost thought an entourage would await me, I mean, I had been away in the ‘hell-dreaded’north for 3months! a consolation, at least, my little nephew jumped and ran around me, someone welcomed me afterall.
All the same, I was home, home, sweet home!
The night was over and I thought to have my devotion before the kids awoke,I needed my bible and so I tip-toed to avoid alerting them from sleep. I did not even bother to unpack my belongings on my arrival.
‘My bible, my bible….I searched frantically and oh !did I use it in the bus?No! I used my mobile.
I could remember clearly, it was beside my bed back in the family house and after that, I used it at the devotion, oh no! Did I drop it while I………gosh!I finally settled between using another bible and using my mobile.I went for the former.
oh!my bible, I picked the ‘yoruba versioned’ and dragged myself back to the living room.It seemed my much anticipated devotion was watered down,I went through it sluggishly.
It seemed a connection had been broken.I wanted my bible, there I had my reading plan well mapped out, my favourite scriptures I had marked out especially as I was yet to improve on my memorising of chapters and verses.My bible was so perfect that I knew where every scripture I needed from my marks alone.
I struggled through my devotion for many days running, until now.
My story is funny, isn’t it?This got me thinking especially as another friend narrated a similar ordeal to me.
Why do we attach so much to our personal bibles that it’s hard to use another one.Sure, there would certainly be a bonding from regular usage, or did it mean that the presence of God is glued to our bibles that without it, we disconnect? Certainly not! I don’t think am too quick too conclude if I say it’s a devise of the enemy.I think he has fashioned a way to get us attached to one thing, to make us think we are so diligent with reading the word, with one particular bible that it always seems we get it flowing whenever we are with it so much that we are not thesame without it.At this point, we lose touch, the connection breaks, and he(the devil) comes in subtly and sows some seeds and crawls away again.
For this time, we find it hard to get back and if we do not take extra care, those seeds begin to grow!
Its so amazing, that in this case, one would never have thought a bible could cause a backslide.
In another sense, there are many other things we develop a bond with that we can not do without.
For many, it’s our mobile devices.Thanks to technological advancement, you can do almost everything you want on your mobile, except sleep and eat of course, who knows!maybe soon, we would have phones with downloadable eateries’ and ‘sleeping beds’,very funny!
Some people even sleep on their phones! yea…ask facebook, are there not some particular people you always see around? They always have something to contribute to the platfrom, whether useful or otherwise.
Finally brethren, I urge you by the mercies of God(according to bro.paul) to be on your best guard, to watch and pray because if the devil could use something I least thought, something I thought he would dread, a holy book!then,he can use anything.
Maybe you think you are so up there and this does not just apply to you, well, I have been there too.
Sometime, I prayed that God would take away whatever I was too attached to, I prayed it, but with a careless abandon believing I could never get attached to any thing except my saviour.
You may have many bibles and think you can not particularly be attached to any one, but hey! It could be something else, it could be your bible still,remember, the enemy roams about seeking whom to devour, he never takes any rest, he walks to and fro the earth, observing our ways of life and swapping his old strategies for new ones.
A hymn reads ‘ask the saviour to help you, he will carry you through’.That, I think should be the simple prayer to this ordeal.
As for me,though I lost my bible, yet ‘christ in ME,my hope of glory’.My last note:
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