When I was a teenager, I worked a lot with my mother, I was a home girl living in my home town, conversant with home chores and cool with domestic affairs. I loved my home town market and I was good at chanting those words (call them songs) as I sold my wares.
As a young beautiful girl, I heard my class mates talk about their experiences at the dance parties or disco hall. Those stories sounded cool and I wanted a taste. I wanted this other kind of lifestyle or should I say I thought I needed to see the other side of life. BUT BEHOLD, MY MAMA WOULD NOT LET ME, MY PLENTY DOMESTIC OBLIGATIONS WERE STIRRING AT ME AND NEEDED MY URGENT ATTENTION!
One Christmas eve, I decided to beat my mama to her game, I had my plans laid out, I made up my mind I was going to scale through the window. I was determined to go to that party.
My plan worked!
Ye!! Mama did not see me!
Ye! I am a genius!
Those could have been my thoughts. I joined my home girl friend and we joined her brother and another boy, they were to take us to the dance hall as girls couldn’t come in alone. The boys said to take some liquor for the occasion, according to my girl friend, that will make you dance with confidence!!!!
GUESS WHAT? I RUINED THEIR NIGHT BEFORE WE COULD GET TO THE DANCE HALL!!!! I took a little amount of the liquor and I began vomiting and stooling. I messed up mine and their cloths. They tried everything in their power to make me well, but to no avail. In fear, despair and devastation, they took me home in the middle of the night to my unsuspecting mama. My mama jumped out with her arms wide open to receive me no matter my state.
Mama did not turn her back on me, she did not reject me. She thanked them for bringing me home. She began remedy from where they stopped. The good thing here was, my friends stayed with my mama and me till Christmas morning when I got better, and I asked myself, Lilian, now what about your little game, your gigantic adventure? Sin is a game and a deadly/costly adventure, but God is not playing games with us.
Dear friend, how many times did you do those things that are away from God’s plans for you, and you think God did not see you?
How many times have you drunk poison in the name of entertainment, got injured as a result and remember your Savior’s shoulder as a last resort?
How many times now have your legs hastened to mischief?
FRIENDS, HOW MANY TIMES MORE WILL YOU STRAY?
THE LORD’S ARMS ARE WIDE OPEN, FAR WIDER THAN MY MAMA’S, HE IS WAITING TO HOLD YOU.
LIKE THE PRODIGAL SON OR DAUGHTER, FACE HOMEWARD!
