His Cross, My Cruise!

Yay! It's Freedom o'clock! That doesn't go without saying, happy independence, Nigeria.🥳

Have you ever heard the saying - "Monkey dey work, na baboon dey chop"? This is my reality in Christ. He fights and makes me the winner.

Nothing beats being able to gain victory from a place of rest. It is not magic. It is not cheating. Well, maybe I can say Jesus is my cheat code. I mean, how do I explain my life? Full of Grace and miracles per second.

No one has lived here before. Forget reincarnation. Psst! We are all finding out our consequences and realities as we go along. Only those who have hacked this faith thing in the finished work of Christ can see the future from the present. And even in cases where they don't see, they are held and led by the hand. This makes it seem they cheat through life. They are only walking with the one who knows the end from the beginning. The One who leads us in His green pastures!

I remember once when I was young. We travelled to my mum's hometown for the wedding ceremony of one of my cousins. I was one of the flower girls, so I am glad to say it was all an enjoyable experience until we had to return to our base which was an entirely different state.

Dad drove. On our way back home, we had a shortage of fuel in the middle of rows and rows and rows of bushes. No house was in sight. There was no network on our phones.  We had seen some trickle of humans before we got to that point but they didn't understand the languages we all knew how to speak, English and Yoruba.

My mum fidgeted. I don't think I had the time to fidget cause I was busy analysing everyone's reactions in my head. News flash, I live in my head too often than not. God have mercy.

My younger brothers who were asleep woke up frantic with unending questions. I stared, mute.

My older brother stepped out of the car to meet my dad and think of a solution. He had to walk some distance before he found someone who told him that the bushes were only for some few minutes walk before we get to a place we might be able to get fuel.

My dad took to the journey. My older brother stayed. Everyone was scared. Mum started praying. I just stared, as I had no input, except for one single fact that I trusted my dad to always find a solution. I trusted him to fix the challenge. I didn't know how but I KNEW he would.

He returned with fuel and we found our way home.

This is the similar way I trust the one who died on the cross, as the bearer of my burdens. I trust Him for protection. I believe in Him for provision. I know whom I serve. I am persuaded.

Maybe I should also debunk the opinion that Christianity is a call into "zero suffering, many riches and looking down on others". It is not. Don't be deceived. That is not the gospel, neither are those the reasons for Christ's death and resurrection. It is a call into Grace.

He says His grace is sufficient, whether the situation is good or bad. He also told us that we may have tribulations in this world but he already overcame.

We don't have to worry so much when we can pray. We don't have to complain when we can hold on to His word. We don't have to bother fighting battles that Christ already ended.

It is up to us to accept His victory as our own and cruise through life. For us, life is not hard. For us, life is what we've found in Christ - peace, rest and freedom, even in chaos.

"For ALL THINGS work together for the good of them that love the Lord and are the called according to His purpose."

I love God.
And I love you too,
Have a beautiful week.

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