When drone photography started becoming a thing in Ghana some time last year, my friend Fii got a kit from Amazon. Fii has always loved photography. He saved for three months to afford the drone and it took a month for it to arrive in Ghana.
He was so excited, like the next-in-line cockerel looking on as the top cock is being prepared for lightsoup. The very next day, he took it to labadi beach to figure it out. He wanted to learn how to maneuver it somewhere trees and buildings wouldn’t get in the way. He fixed the blades and the other parts like the manual instructed, then he inserted the batteries in the drone and the remote. He set the drone in the beach sand, pressed the power button and touched the joystick on the remote lightly.
With a low buzz, the drone lifted clumsily like a dazed housefly. Fii was ecstatic! He’d never had a fancy toy as a boy nor gone to piloting school, but there he was flying this mini AirForce 1 chopper look-alike. After a few minutes he got the hang of it. He’d let it go high up, then bring it all the way down. He’d send it to the far end then pull it back in, but somewhere between here and there, he got a bit too excited. He flew it a bit too high, a bit too far over the Atlantic Ocean and when he pulled the joystick, setewaa, the drone didn’t return. The signal had broken and his fancy photography gadget was now heading towards Europe at 10 mph!
Those kinds of losses are the weirdest; it wasn’t stolen for you to try to chase the thief, you didn’t break it for you to try fixing it. You just let it fly too far, and all you can do is laugh with teary eyes and a silly look on your face. It’s gone, never to come home again.
If you’ve been in a Ghana-packed flight touching down from far away place, the thunderous handclaps that fill the plane will embarrass you a little and make you laugh, but it will also give you a clear sense of how much people have missed home. The ability to come home is such a precious gift especially if you are a Christian.
We wander so often, into habits and lifestyles we know displeases God. We wander into the obsession of fulfilling our fleshly passions. We wander into the bliss of fleeting sensations, then when it’s cum and gone and we become fully conscious of the distance between us and home, we wonder if He’ll take us back. Can we pick it up from where we left off? Can we get back to guiltless living and rise to the grace-propelled heights we took a break from?
That’s where Job 14:8 goes down like chilled Tampico:”…though its roots have grown old in the earth and its stump decays, at the scent of water, it will bud and sprout again like a new seedling.” If you’ve ever gone to Sunday school, you know water is symbolic of the Holy Spirit. At His scent, even the deepest rot of our sin-induced decay will bud and sprout again like a new seedling.
When you return from abroad, it’s fascinating how your ‘no network’ sign suddenly changes to MTN 3G and all your whatsapp and Facebook notifications start beeping like the intro to a rap song. That’s how it’s like fam, when you re-enter God’s coverage area and your spirit picks up His Spirit’s signal again. You revive and shed off weights that hunched you into a turtle. For those of us who know where our strength comes from, it’s amazing what one Jesus Culture or Hillsong worship can do to our starved spirits.
It doesn’t matter how heavy or distant you feel fam, I wrote to tell you to just shut your eyes and touch His grace. Crawl if you must, but God’s grace will do to you in an instant much more than spinach did for Popeye, and there’re few things that are sweeter than a counter attack.
You’re not that powerful or unlucky fam, for the grace in Jesus’ blood to get finish on you pe. Come home. There’s a party waiting. God and all the cool angels are hiding behind the couches and curtains in your hall, waiting for you to enter for them to spring out. Quit standing at the door feeling too dirty to enter. Come home. You’re not Fii’s photography drone!
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