One thing I have learn never to take for granted is the grace of God. God grace and mercy brought me this far and are capable to take me to and through my next phase of life.
I have also learn not to laugh at others when I see them not living up to expectation.
Now when I see a very fat woman or man, I know that sickness or rejection could have made that person fat.
When I see a prostitute in a brothel, I now see a girl who could have been cruising around town in a good ride and living a good life if she was born into an influential home.
I also see a girl who could have been abused severally by uncles and men in the society leading her into that life.
I see a girl whose mother could be lying sick at home and she has to make money to save her life and knowing our society, the only way she can do that is sell her body for money since those heartless men cannot give her the money without asking for her body.
That I am a Christian even when I know that it is more about the life of Christ in me doesn’t mean I have to look down on a Muslim because a good number of us became Christians because we were born into Christian families.
I could have been born to a family in Saudi Arabia where all I know is Islam. As a Muslim, you could have been born into an Irish family where you know nothing about Islam.
I know what it means when a woman talks about abuse-physical or verbal, I know what it means to be stigmatized by the society, friends, colleagues and even church members and your own pastors who should know better.
I know what it means to be abandoned to fate. I have known riches as well as poverty. I have been up there, knocked down and shattered, now I am close to being up there again.
I have seen the grace and mercy of God who didn’t allow me to be broken to pieces forever.
But because God saw you through it and brought you out sane and sound shouldn’t make you look down on that single mother out there looking for survival for her children.
That you don’t sleep around to make it doesn’t mean you have to speak and condemn that woman who sells her body to feed her children.
You can only do what you should do to make her quit that lifestyle and fix her eyes on God alone. If I have a good job to offer her, you should do it to save her the pain because I know she doesn’t enjoy giving her body to strangers.
The church has failed a lot of souls. The church, instead of building lives are now worried about building beautiful auditorium for my God who dwells more in our hearts.
The church, instead of encouraging broken hearts, now help to shatter the remaining pieces. The 21st century church has failed. Where is the brotherly love shared by the early church? Where that thing that can make the world is looking at us and call us Christians’?
I want to be a voice for the voiceless women and children who are broken, shattered, and abandoned to die.
Let them laugh at you. Let them call you old and never married Let them call you a divorced prostitute. Let them tag you that widow who killed her husband.
It is never of he who runs, but of God who shows mercy. Never accept the name they call you