Of Salvation

I’d said I’d write today, for no genuine reason, just because I haven’t in a while. I hadn’t even considered what I’d write about till now.

I’m on the last bus home and the oh-so-familiar line everyone who buses in Lagos knows, pops in just before the bus even starts moving.

“Praise the Lord”

I am a Christian (oh! I fall every now and then, but the Lord loves me so hard!) and I cannot overemphasize how there is all the difference when you trust and believe in Jesus. I want to tell the world about this relationship and get people to come experience the goodness, but somehow, these preachings never ever resonate with me.

Here is why;

We need to move from telling people to come to Jesus because of the existence of hell. Motivation to accept Jesus should never be of the fear of hell. Like jeez! It makes me cringe everytime. Hell is real, yes, but it’s not a good enough reason.

People need to be told of love and sacrifice and how a “man” came only to die for them, even before their being and how he loves them so unconditionally!

If that’s not good enough reason, I don’t know what is.

Diary of the Bible

Sidenote: These words are behind my dad’s bible. He didn’t write them, he inherited the Bible. I asked who wrote them once before, I do not remember now. I think it helps put things in perspective with respect to daily devotion. I also think it’s worth sharing to as many people as possible. Enjoy!

January: A busy time for me. Most of the family decided to read me through this year. They kept me busy for the first two weeks. They have forgotten me now.

February: My owner used me for a few minutes last week. He had been in an argument and was looking up some references.

March: Grandpa visited us. He kept me on his lap for an hour reading 1 Corinthians 13

April: I had one busy day. My owner was appointed leader of something and used me. I got to church services for the first time this year. Easter Sunday.

May: I have a few green stains on my pages. Had some early spring flowers pressed in me.

June: I look like a scrap book. They have stuffed me full of clippings from the newspaper. One of the girls got married.

July: They put me in a suitcase today. I guess we are off on a vacation. I wish I could stay at home, as I will have to stay in this thing for a month.

August: Still in the suitcase

September: Back home. In my old place. Have a lot of company. Two “true stories” and four “funny books” on top of me. I wish I could be read as much as they are.

October: They used me a little today. One of them is very sick. Right now I am shined and in the center of the table. I think the preacher is coming.

November: Back in my old place.

December: They are getting ready for Christmas, so I’ll be covered under wrapping paper and packages.

What would the diary of your Bible say?