My only issue with cinemas and movies shown on TV is that I’m not in control. I like being in control when I’m watching a movie. If the dialogue starts feeling too long, I like to just skip to where the next action is. Today I have an action film to gbaa you, and right about now I’m skipping to where the action is.
Rewind to B.C era. The Israelites are a few years from the promised land. They’ve walked across dry sea land and conquered many many nations, trampling any resistance in their path. But there’s a king who wont have none of that; Balak. He’s the last don. The Mugabe who doesn’t hear. The ogboro who wont idle while a bunch of excons with some invisible God who calls himself almighty come and take his land. He has the perfect plan to destroy them. How? (You’re not reeeaadayyy for this) How?
He sends gift bearing messengers to a prophet who serves the same God as these guys and says; “Yo Baalam, what’s good? Check out these fine clothes I brought for you. You like these gold coins too? It’s nice huh? Okay, how about you curse the Israelites for me. Just finish them with your mouth. I know that those you bless are blessed and those you curse are cursed.”
Balaam’s like “Oo goodness, these clothes…these nice stuff, okay you know what? Let me go check quickly with my God and see if he’s cool with this.”
So Baalam goes to check with God and He says “Heeeerrrr, don’t even try it. Like don’t even go there!”
So Baalam sends word back to the king and says “o king, charle yawa o, God says no, so you know…ummm, I dunno…I dunno.”
The king is upset and all, then he thinks to himself. Is it possible my cash wasn’t enough? So he stacks up even more cash and stuff and sends more powerful officials back to Baalam. This time when Baalam sees the massiveness of the gifts he’s like kweerrr, this one diierr Jehova God has to agree o, so he goes to confer with God. God says “ah, don’t you hear?! Don’t you hear?!! Hmmm, you dier go.” Balaam does some Azonto moves and heads out with the king’s troops.
It’s at this point I realized that Balaam didn’t have Ghanaian parents; if visitors come and visit and you choose that time to ask mum if you can go play with the neighbors, putting her on the spot and she says “Hmm, you go” and you go…..that’s a ‘Gone too soon’ right there.
So he went, and he tried ssaaaaaah but God said “Ma guy, these guys are my peeps. There aint no way I’m cursing them. In fact bless them mome. Cammon bless them.!”
And in the king’s presence, Ballack proclaims God’s blessing over the Israelites coming in the distance.
The king is ffuuuurrriiioouuussss! He’s like “Balaam, e be me wey you do me like that? Heerhhh! Herrhh you be brrooowwnnnn guuuy!!”
This happened three times at three different places and God didn’t budge.
Balak is upset, Balaam sees his money pot going away. Since he cant possibly curse the Israelites, he gives Balak an advice which has more damage potential than Isis, Al-qaeda and Al-shabab teaming up after school for group work.
He tells to the king “As for the cursing dier foorgellaboutit, God wont permit it. He wont also let you beat them…but you’ve done me fine waa, so I’ll show you a way.”
“Let your women mingle with them. Let them show the Israelite men karma sutra. After their ‘body comes’, let them lead them to your idol sacrifices. In doing this, they will have disobeyed God. He too he loves them to death, but he cant stand their sins, so he’ll dog them. They’ll self-destruct.”
True true, by the very next chapter, God sent a plague that destroyed about 24,000 Israelites. The plague only stopped after some radical actions had been taken.
That’s why I find it funny when we take every possible precaution against all possible sources of affliction but forget to deal with the most potent one; ourselves. We bind things from our mothers side an father’s side, we look at that queer colleague suspiciously, we take the dead cockroach at our doorstep to mean a close-shave warfare, we overturn negative comments even when they are made in jest, but is it possible we are sleeping around with our own version of Moabite women?
God has promised to fight for you like an ox, in that same Numbers 23 he assures us that no witchcraft charm or anything will work against us. So if you ask me, if we are really serious about drawing battle lines, let’s draw it against our own desires.
The man I will respect the most is the one who has managed to bring every facet of his will under the control of the Holy Spirit. Its not easy o…it’s not easy kraaa. I am fully convinced that if you can win over your flesh, you need not worry about who stays up late to say your name in a bad way. I think sometimes we get distracted by activities of darkness that we leave our flesh unattended to and before we know it, we’re lying, stealing from the banks we work for, cheating on our spouses, gossiping and sleeping with our customized Moabite women.
No wicked relative can do you more harm than you can when you choose your will over that of God’s. Luckily for us, we live in a dispensation of grace because where our weakness abounds, His grace abounds also. His love is new every morning and great is His faithfulness. Let’s gulp down grace like sobolo and use the strength it gives to help us live right.
You know what’s funny? At the end of the day it took only 12,000 Israelites p3(1,000 from each tribe) to annihilate the Moabites, their 5 kings and Balaam. 12,000, that’s half the number the plague wiped out. At the end of the day, with God at the center of our lives, we only need a fraction of our energy to overcome our biggest fears. Let’s get Oluwa involved and resolve to honour Him always, shall we?
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