Save me from myself II

Another crazed week just rolled past! Mehn. What a week? I know I promised “Save me from myself II” earlier, I could not find spare moments to write after Tuesday, though. Forgive me. I’m writing today, however. Does it suffice, my darling?

You should know too, yesterday, I forgot to write to you, because I was working on something.

So, to the promised completion of the blog entry;

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That Tuesday morning, I came face-to-face with my humanity in a very humbling way. And I remember now that Apostle Arome always says “Man is a bag of infirmities.”

Knowing this it is easier to give grace to people and forgive them, because we are humans and make messes all the time.

I remember thinking to myself one of those days in December when I was eviscerating a fowl how good the warm blood felt flowing over my hands as I dug in. And then I asked “What’s the difference between me and a ritualist?” It’s probably a very thin line of conscience, which can easily be crossed given the “right” exposures.

In the face of our weaknesses we are reminded why we should never judge any man, because given the right atmosphere, exposure and opportunity, our humanity will shock us.

This, my friend, is what I write to remind you of today: all men are in need of grace and a Saviour.

May we never see the day when our humanity embarrasses us. Rather, may we learn daily to say “Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

Emem ye ifure ke obufa ofion emi (Have peace and serenity in this new month).

Cc: Your GJ. 💜✌️