A new day on the horizon
“When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.” – 1 Corinthians 13:11
This thirteenth chapter of 1 Corinthians, many times referred to as the “love chapter”, is often read, recited, referred to and many times rolled off the tongue as a cure for “gone wrong illness”. But as we are about to exit June and enter into the second half of 2019, I find this text, as the Lord would reveal to me, to be the root cause of the state of our nation, post 1967.
I don’t know about you, but it is becoming more painful to drive through the inner cities of our nation, the Over-the-Hill, the Bain and Grants Town, the Kemp Road, the Coconut Grove – no, I would not call Carmichael Road, for to me that is another country. Independence Day is days away and the land is plunged into despair and there is no sign that the nation is aware of it.
I have experienced pre-1967 and there were barriers of opportunities, but it did not rob us as a people of our decency, dignity and decorum. We did not have the big houses, but we had big hearts. We did not have extended education, but we knew what it was to be honest and kind. We did not have social graces, but respect was the order of the day. We may not have been able to read or write, but the Word of God was hidden in our hearts and we orally expressed what was felt deep down in the crevices of our soul.
So how is it that we are now in the doldrums of lack, lawlessness, ineptitude, poor oversight and shepherding and distancing in all areas in the affairs of the lives of the masses? Is this what 46 years has given to us? I think of our text as Apostle Paul speaks in terms of what it is to be a child and evolve into adulthood.
Could it be that independence, like a departure from being domiciled from the homestead but not the teachings of the home, has seen us as a people in a state of nondescript? I can’t fathom who, or where we are. We have been used, abused, lied on and lied to, but is this not the neglect song that many children sing when poor parenting is the order of the day? Speak when you are spoken to and answer when you are called. When you see old people talking, keep your mouth shut. Do as I say and not as I do. That’s for me to know and you to find out. Shut up before I make you swallow your teeth. When I speak, jump.
The life of a child in many cases is like the turtle who was birthed in the sand and tries to find its way back to their original habitat which is across the busy street.
Like the Prophet Jeremiah, I am crying for my nation, and sometimes I hear the tune – it would have been better for us to stay in the wilderness. But in spite of, I see a new day on the horizon of nationhood. Those who have been taskmasters and trustees of our estate are being summoned before the throne of God to give an account of their stewardship. I hear the theme of a familiar adage – once a man, and twice a child.
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