Grateful to God to be among the lucky souls to be alive this morning
now read this my little writer up
YOUR LIFE IS BORROWED.
Predicate Scripture: 2 Kings 6: 1-7
One of the conditions of things that spurred the collective actions of the sons of the prophets was the need for space. There will come a point in our lives when we will recognise we can actually do more with our lives; when we will come to terms with the fact that our lives are more than our current realities. And so, they borrowed axes to clear some terra firma. While at work, one of their implements fell into the water.
You see, if I want to measure time, I will use a chronometer; temperature, thermometer; shoe size, Brannock device; steps, pedometer; colour, tintometer; size of raindrop, disdrometer; and blood pressure, sphygmomanoter. It implies that the end we seek will determine the means we embrace. It becomes absurd if I want to measure righteousness, for instance, and I decide to use barometer; or weight, and I chose to use length. Even though they are measuring instruments, I should be sure they wouldn't deliver any result.
If we dimension this principle embedded in this illustration to the narrative in our anchor scripture, we should be awed. Were this to happen in 2018 bearing in mind the technological advancement of the age and time, we should probably expect that the opinions of distinguished Physicists would be sought; professional divers with intimidating curriculum vitae contracted; and subsea technologies like Remote Operated Vehicles deployed into the sea. It is amazing that the prophet only deployed a simple technology and it delivered the desired result.
You see, we can picture the ax-head as our lives; and the prophet as God.
When things are beyond us in life, when we reach the end of the road, when we get to a point when we are clueless as to what next, there is one person we should call unto: God. It is amazing that the servant, whom the ax fell from his hand, was not just sorry and concerned but also shouted for help. There is a pleonastic sorriness and there is actional sorriness. We should not just be sorry in words and moods but also seek to salvage situations through productive actions.
Our bodies are not ours. They are God's. They are not meant for the display of superfluity of rottenness. I read the other day about people who have had the highest sexual liason in the world. I saw: The Fokken Twins who have slept with 177,500 men each; Fidel Castro, 35 000 women; Wilt Chamberlain, 20 000 women; and John Holmes, 14 000 women. Our bodies are not meant for inglorious acts like this. Same applies to our mouths: they are not designed for verbal abuses, pulling down of lives with heartrending words. Our mouths are not meant for wrenching, gladiatorial wrestling-in-the-mud. Our words should edify.
We should be good managers of our lives. We should manage our lives like brands-- like Jeff Bezos of Amazaon, Anne Mulcahy of Xerox, Brad Smith of Intuit, and Howard Schultz of Starbucks.
Lastly, I want to bring to our remembrance the Parable of the Talent. I understand it is an economic parable but we can still dimension the principles to our discourse. Remember the servant that was called wicked and slothful?
He was called wicked because there were treasures deposited in him that could bless lives but didn't use. He had what could solve problems, help people around him, proffer solutions but didn't give it out. He was called slothful because knowing, actually they could bless lives, and, maybe, he is even willing to bless lives, he didn't work on it. Though he recognise he had treasures in his earthen vessel, he was not willing to subject him to refining, to polishing.
Ladies and gentlemen, our lives is God's gift to us; what we do with it is our gift back to God. It is not singularly ours; we shall explain how we have used it.