Just the other day, my dear friend Iris, opened up to me about why she couldn’t bear watching certain TV shows for their flagrant display of adultery.
Regardless of how popular they’d become, Scandaland Power seemed topmost on her list considering how many times she picked on those two.
She was resolutely unyielding in accepting the idea that it is now “modern” to break your marriage vows, especially when it makes you happier – giving you a chance at a truer and more exhilarating relationship with somebody else, who’s supposedly better and more compatible than your once precious and unequaled significant other.
Sunday’s evenings are usually insightful, engaging and entertaining, and the last Home Fellowship meeting was no exception. The outline for the day was about the interestingly controversial topic of SEX, with the title “Managing Your Sexual Drive” to boot.
The time had come again for us to painfully tackle questions pertaining to our sexuality. I could only imagine how uncomfortable some of us may have been discussing such a subject openly, especially within the holy ambiance of Church. But as always we had to deal regardless of our sensibilities, mainly because of the unavoidable importance of sex in our individual lives and relationships.
As a consequence, I have always held the view that in addressing sensitive life issues, we must endeavor to be honest and practical in our approach: meaning, I don’t want you to just preach to me but show me the “how-to-do”.
As an example, one of my favorite pieces of advice from the Word is “Flee from temptation.” It is so unashamedly stark and down-to-earth as if saying, “dude, run for your effing life and forget trying to be Superman!”
If you’ve never paid heed to the words of our fathers, listen now: It is true that “bad” company corrupts. I have kept such a company, so I know.
For who would have thought that at the end of 2015 I’d find myself a fanatic of the long-distance run. For before then my less than a kilometer early morning jog from my house at Chemist Bus stop to the University of Lagos (and back) was sufficient in maintaining my fitness and vigor. The virile physique I possessed didn’t need much to keep the unsightly features of neglect at bay. But all that changed when my best friend somehow unwittingly convinced me to try something hardcore.
Known for adamantly sticking to my own way – especially when I feel comfortable with it – I am usually never swayed. And so for a long time (precisely up until September 2015), I played true to the script. I was only amused and intrigued when my “brother from another mother” would recount his exploits of perpetually running 5km, 10km, and then talk about plans to push even further.
Never for once did I refrain from asking the crucial question, “Why the heck would you want to do that to yourself?” It absolutely didn’t make sense to me why a competent computer programmer would exert himself like a professional athlete preparing for the Olympics.
God never stops caring about us even when we think He should. Especially at times when we might have turned our backs on Him, usually because we want to have our way over His. Yes, He still gets involved in our lives even when we’ve gone all prodigal on Him, for the simple reason that we still belong to Him.
We may never see His hands in the thick of things, because we may be, in mind and spirit, too far away to see. For it is so easy to get carried away by our defiance and the negative reality created by the choice to lean on our own understanding and thereby unconscious about how things are being worked out in the background for our recovery.
In sharing my testimonies of rebellious escapades against God, I would say it is at that very moment of realizing fully my stupidity I think the culmination of all that God has worked out for my deliverance becomes glaringly vivid in waking me back to my senses, in a way that I can’t help but acknowledge God’s Love – relentless and sufficient.