Sunday church is not enough for me. Not because I’m some shpiritwa breda with a dozen tye & die long sleeves and countless Christian fellowship t-shirts with a tongues-induced coarse voice. I’m not that guy who knows more verses off-head than he has female friends. Still, Sunday church is like jollof rice for me; it’s just not enough. I guess I’m just that needy.
My need is so great that a two hour service a week just wont cut it for me. My mom laughs, she says she sees how our generation is more on fire than her Orthodox one. “It’s understandable,” she said “ the temptations and demons in the system these days, they know computer, they know Facebook, Instylegram (lol, dont laugh at mum!), in fact they are wilder and more high-tech than when I was in YPG.” Goodness you’ll have heard me laugh from Togo.
But its not just the temptations or the prowling darkness that makes Sunday insufficient; it’s the size of the dreams. When you align yourself to God, you’ve taken sides. If you’ve taken His side, where do you expect your help to come from? How can you receive help from a source you don’t know or spend quality time with? How will you even get the message that help’s been sent if you don’t hang out enough? How will you be able to hear if He’s showing you where the opportunity is when an English Priemier League match lasts longer than the attention you give Him in a week?
I guess…if the dream is big enough, the appetite grows to match it. Also, when God lifts you to a place you know you couldn’t have gotten to in your own might, you kind of feel more stuck to him. It’s like being afraid of height and being lifted to the 23rd floor. One look down and you see why you really need to clasp unto the hand that lifted you. Shuwe!
I don’t know your beginnings or where you want to get to, but I can tell you for a fact that Sunday is just not enough. Fellowshipping with God on Sundays alone and expecting to get intimate with Him is like sending kiss-smileys to a hot girl you just met on whatsapp and expecting her to cook jollof for you. Are you Leonardo DiCaprio?
But I should say that this doesn’t apply to everyone; not every car runs on diesel. Different people have different sources of grace, but I know only one with eternal benefits and no strings attached. You are the funniest dude if you claim to believe in God and expect to make it using the same means as some atheist friend of yours. It’s like being a diesel car and being interested in petrol promos. What’s wrong with you?
Drink deep or taste not fam. If you’ve chosen to walk this side of the road, recognize that once a week just wont do much. Attend some intensive prayer meetings on Fridays. Meet once a week for Bible study. Top it up with some alone time with Him. If the race is really not for the swift, then stop trying to be some fast guy o. Do what you must do, then involve Oluwa.
Me with my ‘Sunday is not enough’ anthem kraa, charle it’s not easy, I promise! Lol, but grace keeps us. We were cut out for extraordinary, let’s cultivate a spiritual appetite that matches that. You wi’ me?
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