Ode to a living one

When someone dies, especially a young person and a loved one and a Christian, we are bound to have and ask questions: 
Why did he/she die, why die young, why does a believer die young leaving his/her young ones, why can't prayer raise such and such...

I asked same questions, and He answered me fully...but with a question...questions...!

He says, why ask me questions to satisfy you, why not ask me questions to satisfy us- you and I?
Like:
Why did I become human?
Why did I become human to save you?
Why did I shed my Godliness and Supreme Being?
Why did I shed my Godliness and Supreme Being to save you a sinner?

Why did I allow sinners and mere mortals to arrest, detain, slap, ridicule, spit at, whipp(not once), questioned me, tried me in their kangaroo court, convict and slay me, as my loved ones, including my physical mum, and spiritual father look on?
Why did I do all these to win you from darkness to my light?
What benefit is there for me?
When even then you still go back to your sin?
And still sin after forgiveness so as to be forgiven and sin again?

Oh, so why don't you ask why I made you human?
More superior than angels
More superior than Gabriel and Michael who never sinned but stand in my presence?


Ok, may be I should have made you an animal that ask no question ?
-a deer that's shot at will
-an eagle that's brought down with arrow
-a lion that's caged for fun
-an ant that's crushed by the big foot

So that the deer pants no longer after the brooks of water
Nor the eagle mount up with wings no longer
Or the Lion no longer of the tribe of Judah
And the ants no longer wise to follow

What would you say to these...
Would your answer be because I am God?
So, if I am God, why then ask questions?

Shouldn't you be thankful for life
Shouldn't you rejoice and again rejoice
Shouldn't you offer thanks in everything including ability to lie down, sleep and wake up
Do you take these for granted?
Hundreds lie down but can't sleep
Thousands sleep but can't wake
Millions wake and then die

I think you ought to thank me for the life of that 'sleeping' Christian who is at my bosom, offering songs of heaven
Holy Holy Holy, God all mighty.

You, yes you, instead of weeping, why don't you now devote your life to thanking me, and working hard to join us here and offer thanks of worship
Because you will then have lived to weep and die no more...

Written by Pastor Tayo Arowojolu
Pastor, New Covenant Church Edmonton

Comments

  1. This gives some deep relief and some understanding of the mystery of the unknown; tomorrow is the unknown. May today bless us and bles us indeed. Thank you for sharing Sir

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