THE THREE OLD MEN AND MY EXPERIENCE
A TRUE LIFE STORY EXPERIENCED BY BRO. ALIGWEKWE NNAMDI
In a paticular church where i used to worship, there were three retired old men who always recieve special treatment, with particular reference to their sitting position in the church. Indeed they deserve such treatment because they are indeed very old, but at least can walk with their walking sticks. Their sitting positions were always arranged a day before sunday mass. Their looks shows that they may have been influencial poeple before their curent age. Just a guess anyways.
It is obvious that these three old men must have seen or heard about the death of their age mates, as the clock ticks. One of the days the church mass was about to start, i was led to take a closer look at them and tried to put my self in their shoes, you know, like trying to be empathetic about their age. Shortly, I asked myself, supposing i was one of these three old men, will i be pleased with the way i lived my life when i was young? Then i asked myself again, what could be going on in the minds of these three old men? Will they be hoping for more years to live on? Or thinking of how they will die? Where they will die? The day they will die? Regrets of what they did when they were young? if there was any anyways. Could they be thinking of the good things the did during their youthful age?
It is very possible that they may have lived a life worthy of emulation. But then as soon as i put myself back in my own shoes, i became conscious of the fact that i am still young and strong enough to serve God with all my heart and strength.
It is better for us to give our lives to Jesus now that we have the senses to understand who Jesus is to us. When we become very old like these three old men, we might not have the speaking ability to declare Jesus as our personal Lord and saviour, or the ears to hear the gospel of Jesus to sustain our faith in God. At old age, one may be crippled to the extent of not being able to walk to the church to fellowship with brethren.
Beloved, it is better to serve God now that we are still energetic with all our senses, alive and active. It will be very painful to live a life full of regret when we become very old.
The clock is ticking beloved, the time to start is now.
It is obvious that these three old men must have seen or heard about the death of their age mates, as the clock ticks. One of the days the church mass was about to start, i was led to take a closer look at them and tried to put my self in their shoes, you know, like trying to be empathetic about their age. Shortly, I asked myself, supposing i was one of these three old men, will i be pleased with the way i lived my life when i was young? Then i asked myself again, what could be going on in the minds of these three old men? Will they be hoping for more years to live on? Or thinking of how they will die? Where they will die? The day they will die? Regrets of what they did when they were young? if there was any anyways. Could they be thinking of the good things the did during their youthful age?
It is very possible that they may have lived a life worthy of emulation. But then as soon as i put myself back in my own shoes, i became conscious of the fact that i am still young and strong enough to serve God with all my heart and strength.
It is better for us to give our lives to Jesus now that we have the senses to understand who Jesus is to us. When we become very old like these three old men, we might not have the speaking ability to declare Jesus as our personal Lord and saviour, or the ears to hear the gospel of Jesus to sustain our faith in God. At old age, one may be crippled to the extent of not being able to walk to the church to fellowship with brethren.
Beloved, it is better to serve God now that we are still energetic with all our senses, alive and active. It will be very painful to live a life full of regret when we become very old.
The clock is ticking beloved, the time to start is now.
May God reawaken our consciousness in Jesus name, Amen.
Written and Published by:
Bro. Aligwekwe Nnamdi.
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