I waited 15 years... and Wanted Him to Say 'It's a Prank.'
Eyo Jedidiah Precious@preciouseyo450605
19 days ago
Nothing prepares you for an early morning argument with your Creator.
“You must be joking.
Ha ha ha ha…
You’re obviously joking.
Yes, you are.
Wait… you—you don’t mean it?
You can’t be serious.”
I can’t even explain how we got here.
One minute, I’m hanging on to my Bible, chewing His Word.
Next minute, I’m receiving revelations that shouldn’t even be mine in the first place.
“Oh… oh…
Lord…
I really don’t want to start this back and forth,
But you also have to hear me out.
I can’t seem to understand what sort of instruction this is.”
Tell me one prayer point you’ve prayed all your life, and I’ll tell you mine.
Break down how Mum would always sing the words:
“Don’t wait till you’re older before you intercede.
Begin now.
Knock heaven’s door
for a smooth answer when it’s time.”
All my life, I’ve done exactly that knocking heaven’s door like my life depended on it.
So much so that the firmament must have memorized that particular prayer line, wondering how, at my age, the prayer point I started at nine still lingers on my tongue.
You know that feeling…
When you’ve called forth things that be not as though they were, and in the long run, you wish you could beg heaven to pretend you never prayed such prayers.
If only God could take you for a joker.
If only heaven could erase from its memory that you ever said such words.
Well…
That’s the point I am at right now.
Today, I finally got an answer to a prayer of a decade and a half, and I wished I’d feel a tap on the shoulder and hear the words:
“It’s a prank.”
But here I am, two hours later, trying to explain like a lawyer defending his client that this Judge’s pronouncement isn’t fair enough… and certainly not necessary at this point.
Can someone please explain to me why Ayo of all people?
I’ve met greater men, greater Adams with my exact taste.
Emeka is there: tongue-speaking, fire-branded, burning for God…
What of Joseph, the exact portrait of Jacob’s favourite son, who wouldn’t do wickedness and sin against God?
What of Hassan, the ever-cheerful brother who would make a beautiful father to nations, his heart wholly sold out for Jesus?
“So God,
in the multitude of millions
of Your handsome princes,
You chose Ayo?
Like… Ayo?
Or is there another one I don’t know?
Or could it be Emeka’s other name is Ayo?
Shebi his mother is Yoruba?
Wait… it’s true o…
So it should be…
Wait, is it not him?
You mean it’s the same Ayo?”
Ahhh… somebody should help me and shout ahhh!
Heiii, God…
Wait, you’re asking me what’s wrong with Ayo?
Okay, let me explain.
This young, tall Ekiti man, filled with the knowledge of Christ, tongue-speaking, humble to the core, not financially bad, should remain as just Bro…
Like, Brother Ayo and nothing more.
I don’t mean to disregard him, but he’s not what I desire in a life partner.
“Oh Lord…
If there is anyone who should understand why I’m trying to convince You to change Your mind,
It should be You.
How…
How do You expect me to spend a lifetime with a man who doesn’t even know what a mirror looks like?
A man who would touch my chin when asked to touch my nose?
How can You tell me to look upon Ayo?
Visibly challenged Brother Ayo?
Ahhhh…
When Catholic Sisters need a helping hand?”
Who is that one saying:
“God has spoken. Obey.”
Hmmm.
I’m certainly not looking down on him because of his challenge, nor do I count him unworthy, but have you ever had to stay close to people using goggles and barely see without them?
Because if you have, you would know how burdensome it is…
Then you can imagine this.
“Lord, I’ve always told You how I never really understood how You told Your servant Hosea to marry a próstitûtè, all in the context of ‘I know the plans I have for you: plans of good and not evil.’
But You see this plan…
It just doesn’t make sense.
And it won’t make sense to my family either…
Abi, I did not hear You well?” 😞
This is friction.
But a few days back, this storyline suddenly hit me, and I thought:
Most times, God’s instructions to us aren’t sweet, understandable, or doable.
Immediately this storyline came to my head, the first question that played out was:
“What if this instruction was for you?”
Trust my human heart to scream:
“God forbid!”
But for a moment, I wondered…
Would I go ahead and listen?
Or try to convince God further?
Or even pretend not to have heard?
Well, instructions are never given to suit our egos and pleasures.
They are to place us in the right direction, even when we know not where He’s leading us to.
But come to think of it…
What if this instruction was for me…
or… you?
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