My God must laugh this day

While watching a film this week , I heard  a new saying that goes thus  ‘‘ if you  want to make God laugh , tell Him all your plans’ , to a great  extent , I agree with this but I guess I have not been doing that lately , I have been so involved in the trinity of SELF; me, I and mine .

 I am a young Christian , and I love God but there is still  a part of me that finds it  so hard to relinquish all my cares at His feet,  a part of me that is fiercely independent , a small part that sees trust & faith  as mountains  too high to climb . As I watch this film , I realise it must have been a long time that I made God laugh , you know that deep throated laugh that comes  straight from one’s belly , I can’t help but be sad about my selfishness .

 I claim to love God , I go about each day telling everyone that care to listen about my faith in Him , I tell friends , family about how  close I have gotten with my Creator , people around me envy my relationship with Him , they kept on saying ‘ tolulope, you are so spiritual ‘ ,’ I like you because you are a serious Christian’ ,’ ‘ you have the fire in you , keep it on ‘.

 These talks are good and humbling  but the real issue still stands ; I have not been making God laugh , I have not been telling Him about all my plans , I have been trying to be too strong for Him , I have been acting like His elder sister , shielding Him away from my  many issues,  I have not been allowing Him to heal my wounds , I have not been letting Him see that I really need Him.

God is my father, and He sure loves me and wants me to rely solely on Him , though He’s All seeing and All knowing , He still operates by this idiom   ‘ Hearing from the horse’s mouth’. He wants me to tell Him about those moments when I get scared about life , those times when I get confused and stuck in desperate situations  , He wants me to openly confess those hidden sins and allow Him to deal with it.

How glorious will it be to hear God’s laugh, it’s going to be the earth moving , mountain shaking one , to hear this laugh , I guess I have to abandon those crazy independent streaks in me  and stop acting like ‘I –TOO-KNOW’ and let him love me just as He wanted.



My Church Business

Church to me means different things so whenever I listen to people and why they go to church , I usually feel lost . I hear things like ‘ I have been a Christian all my life , my dad is the founding pastor of our church , I met my husband in the church , I saw my first period in the church  ‘ and so on , to me it’s just different.

For a long time in life, in fact throughout my adolescence , my opinion about church was greatly twisted and warped , to me then church just represents a place , my parents force me to  go every Sunday , I hated to be forced but my folks gave no room for opinions ,so church I go to every Sunday. I remembered how I was coerced to join the quiz society , memorise hundreds of scriptures just for the sake of outbidding others at the next quiz event  . My cousin and I will sit at the back pew and bring out the M&B paperbacks we’ve brought from home and put it underneath the Bible , and read away as the pastor preaches for hours.

During that time , Bible was just like my General Mathematics textbook, that I avoid like a plague , most times I even forget my Bible in the church , some times that it followed me home , it normally takes residence on the dining table where oil, water and food particles lay a feast on its cover. Then ,I knew how to offhandedly rant Psalms and Proverbs , my Sunday school mates were always envious of my brilliance in the Word , I knew how many chapters were in the Old Testament , Ezekiel’s prophesy was a song on my lips whenever I stand up at  church events.