Fam, it’s 1:43am and I’m here unable to wait till morning, to write down this thing I must tell you!!
So after a very provocative conversation last two weeks with Yaw, I decided to read Acts and I’ve just uncovered something that baffles me. I wonder if it’ll have same effect on you.
There’s this too known king called Herod. Not the one that beheaded John o. Back then Herod was like the way John has been to the Ghanaian presidency. So this Herod guy who kept doing ogboo nana things ordered the apostle James killed, he went scot free. He ordered Peter’s arrest. Nothing Happened to him. An angel rescued Peter, Herod was so pissed he had all the guards on duty killed. He gets away with all these things and soo many others with nothing happening to him. Until one day, some people decide to give him fans, saying things like “This is not a mortal man, he is God!” and Herod accepted the fans. In fact it was sweet in his ears. There and then norr an angel of God struck him and he died with maggots eating him up. Kpa. Just like that!
A few chapters later, Paul and Barnabas are doing some missionary work in Iconium, some Gentile territory near Antioch after the fourth traffic light beside Davi Maame’s beans kiosk. Eheenh, that place.
There was a lame man there who was soaking in Paul’s spirit-filled delivery and then Paul so how the man was believing the word and ordered him to stand and be healed, and he was! The people were so amazed they said Paul and Barnabas we gods. They called Barnabas Zeus and Paul Hermes. The priest in charge of Zeus’ temple prepared bulls and other essentials to organise a sacrifice to them.
Now let’s pause for a moment. Let’s consider all the privileges Paul and Barnabas would have been entitled to with their new deity status; Fffiiiiiiiiinnnneee gerhs! Gerhs mu gerhs! Plush condos, final say with everything. See how Ashantis see the Asantehene, and he’s only a king? Our boys here were on deity level! Statues would have been built in their honour, streets and primary schools would have been named after them, they’ll have lived a better life than the king of Swaziland. This is the life that was beckoning them. All they had to do was just…collect the fans with two fingers in the air. lol. But they said no.
Not just no, they were so grieved by the people’s actions that they ripped off their clothes in sadness. They run to stop the people from making the sacrifices, saying “Guys, guys, guys…hollup! We are not Gods, we’re mere men just full of the Holy Spirit. Nothing more.” But sometimes when people just want to believe something about you, they’ll believe it no matter what you say. Eventually it worked, they realised they weren’t gods and then stoned Paul, who luckily didn’t die there.
But see the two contrasting situations. Three guys, all getting deity-level fans. 1 collected, the two didnt. One was finished by gogomi, and the two lived to achieve much more greatness. Morale: don’t ever get to the point where it’s only God’s glory that can satisfy you. Where glory drives you to become so pompous you forget that a few years ago a woman shat (past of shit) you out!
Let’s always keep our pride in check. You aint no body bro. In spite of all the wealth and fame you could accumulate or how greatly God Himself uses you, you. Aint. Nothing. Nothing near the point of meriting deity fans. The danger is that it’s so easy to reach there.
Ravi shared how a young man once rushed to Winston Churchill and proclaimed “I want you to know that I am indeed a self-made man.” Winston replied saying “I want you to know you’ve just relieved God of one of His sacred responsibilities.”
It’s so easy to get stuck-up you may not see it coming. “I did it all by myself.” “Hardwork pays” “It’s all me.” Reality is, God blesses the works of our hands. Unless He builds the labourers labor in vain. The same way we crave the presence of God in our lowest times, we should cling even tighter in our highest times. Whatsoever your hands find to do, do it as unto the Lord, not for self glorification.
It’s okay to be happy and pleased and proud, but my brother, you’re the receptionist, put that call through to your Oga now!
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