Mowabites Worldwide

Many people claim they do not believe in the supernatural. There is no life after death, they’re convinced. Implying that it doesn’t matter the quantum of evil they have committed, once they die, the chance of their avengers to settle any scores goes with them into their grave, into flames.

I wonder what such people would say after witnessing a festival in one region of my country famed for the efficacy of their black magic. Traditional priests cut off their tongues with knives, the cut tongue writhing in their palms like dying serpents, as these priests dance in fire, some of them chanting herbs into existence on graves, herbs harvested and eaten on the spot.

What laws of science explains these, and many more inexplicable phenomena in our universe ?

A superior power that stands in sharp contrast to these sorceries, these dark forces, is God. And yet some people do not believe in God, whose fingerprints, footprints and even whiffs of his perfume are saturated in nature all round us.

God might seem distant, but He is ever present, nothing we whisper even in our dreams, our imagination, in the dark, ever escapes Him. And His arms are ever open to welcome home those who live to please Him. Those who remember the widows, the orphans. Those who stand up, and speak up for the silenced. Truth seekers. Those who fought and bore wounds that bought  freedom for others. Those who have had to swallow hurts for peace to reign. Those who were never ashamed to portray the character of God amidst those who mocked such lifestyle as backward and outdated.

I long to be part of God’s Kingdom, the kingdom of the greats. I long to meet the heroes and legends, those who gave of their very lives for the comfort of humanity. The peacemakers and guardians of the poor and molested.

I certainly don’t want to be part of those who knew the very things that displease God and yet insist on doing them, the villains and sellouts who think of only their pockets, fraudsters, murderers of the innocent who have lost every fibre of good in them that the only worth they have is their use as fuel for a fire that burns eternally and never quenches.

Even on Earth, the journey to the top has never been easy. How much more the journey to the home of the Most High. The road and gate into such a destination must be difficult and indeed narrow.

And narrow doorways require leaving behind many things to enter.