If the lengths of all the movies and series I’ve watched were put together and turned into bonus years, I’d die in the 23rd century. The downside to watching so much is that it becomes difficult to find something unpredictable with a truly rich story line. It makes me so sad at the end of a very good movie; because I just think about all the time and cheesy movies I’ll skim through to find another good one.
Recently, I was introduced to a rather promising series; Black mirror. I’ve only watched one episode, but it’s strangely alluring. It doesn’t do to me what House of Cards, Suits or Shark Tank do, but it has something…je ne sais quois about it. in the first episode, Princess Sussana -2nd in line to the English throne- is kidnapped. The kidnapper has one request; by 4 o’clock same day, the Prime Minister of England must have sex with a pig, which should be broadcast live on all TV Networks, else the Princess dies.
In the beginning, it’s ludicrous and completely out of the question until all of Britain realize that they really could lose their beloved ‘Princess Diana’. That’s when the Prime minister is left with no choice than to carry out the horrendous act. After he’d done it, the princess was discovered on an abandoned bridge, alive and well. You know the shocker? She had been released at 3:30PM –Thirty minutes before the Prime Minister’s trouser came down. His ‘sacrifice’ was stupid and insignificant, because the purpose was never endangered. He [UK PRIME MINISTER] had sex with a pig live, on national TV, to save a woman who had been freed thirty minutes before he had to. What a wasted sacrifice!
I know it’s fiction, and it’s been over 24 hours since I watched it, but I’m still cringing at the thought of the UK Prime Minister doing it with a slurpy, snorty, bulgy pig. I shouldn’t cringe so much; it’s not that weird, we do it all the time. Yes we, you and I. We continue to pay for things bought centuries ago.
We accept cheating husbands and promiscuous girlfriends because it’s the price we feel we must pay to stay together. We sacrifice the highway of incredible achievements, because we believe we cant. We don the blankets of guilt and shame because we’re too bad to deserve happiness. We work like farm horses because that’s the only way our success will make sense to us. We embrace tragedy and hardships because what will be will be. We display the scars of hardships and turmoil proudly; they are evidence that we’ve paid our dues. But oh what pigs we’re sleeping with!
He died that we may live, suffered so we wont, was poor so that we may be rich. He was bruised for our transgressions and by his stripes we are made whole. He paid the full price for our redemption and snatched power from death’s grip. He endured the shame that we may enjoy the glory. So what business do you have ‘paying the price’?
It beats me completely, why we fail to fully accept the implications of Christ’s death on Calvary. I suspect that’s because in accepting the perks, we wear the yoke of allegiance to him. Yes, it’s a yoke but His yoke is easier and his burden is lighter than the guilt of your last affair or the weight of your customized wahala. If we love him we must do his will, so you dier he should take his will, we’ll foot our own bill for living large, because we don’t want his goodness with all those ‘purity strings’ attached.
We pay for cars He’s bought us, endure terrible abusive relationships when the perfect person’s doing quiet time in His bossom. It’s so needless; the sacrifices we make. He made the ultimate one about this time a couple of centuries back.
See, the difference with challenges when you’re under the covering of his sacrifice is, those hard times aren’t dues you pay to become, they’re tests you pass to advance. What is a promotion exam to the real Christian is an act of ‘sacrifice’ the ‘hard guy’ must make to perhaps succeed.
Easter reminds us that He paid the ultimate price, dying once and for all. Let’s check if we’re writing promotional exams or playing Russian roulette. We’re the saddest people if what we’re doing is sleeping with a pig to release a princess who was freed centuries ago. Fam, don’t have sex with the pig ok? It’s horrible. Accept the sacrifice of Christ. Internalize its meaning to you. Let it transform your every thought and deed, and stop paying the price for something that was made with your name on it!
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