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You think you are alright because you’ve been that church boy, church girl, all your life and never backslidden out of the church.
You never played the prodigal son; never felt the need to ask God for a little ‘freedom with provision’ to satisfy your curiosity and later come to the realisation of who you really are and where you ought to be.
Yeah, you are alright.

You’ve never gotten drunk because you’ve never been in an environment where you’ve been indirectly influenced to. Perhaps you’ve never tasted the sweetness of some of the hard liquor.
So yeah, you are alright.

You’ve never stolen money because you haven’t been in the position to.
You’re alright like that.

You’ve never fornicated because a charming and irresistible man whom you can never say no to hasn’t approached you yet… he’s not touched you at certain places in certain ways yet.
So yeah! You are alright.

But woe unto you if you point a finger at that prodigal son who’s returned to his father’s house.
Woe unto you if you if you talk behind his back and judge him.
Woe unto you if you call him foolish, because for all we know, you might never return if you were in his shoes and strayed your path.
Perhaps, you would’ve returned but a week late, when your patient loving father who was awaiting your return is a week late.

There, you will know your fate lies with your elder brother; the one who’d always been there with, and for your father.

You cannot be comfortable where you are, because you can still be a church boy, a church girl, yet backslide, in the church, with your fellow saints. Be careful. Just be careful.

He who stands, stands because he is not falling.
He who is standing, remains standing because he can achieve more standing as compared to falling and remaining there.
Even toddlers… even toddlers who haven’t experienced life’s gloom yet, know that when they stand and fall, they have to stand again.

You can never be comfortable. But if you are, if you feel you are alright, think of OTHERS.

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If I was your woman, on Sunday night, I’ll offer something you’ll like. It’s been a quiet day, I know. Just something to raise your adrenalin and make you smile till your ears hurt. You’ll like it, I know.

I’d love that I sit by you in church as we worship side by side. I’d love that we discuss scripture, and your wisdom, it’s impeccable. One thing I never told you, that impresses me is your reverence for Sunday naps after church; here I was thinking I’m alone in my kind of weird, but hey, that’s so darn impressive!

Later tonight, I’ll play you a sweet sound, a beat from me to you in appreciation of the one who made my heart beat for you. Tell me if you like it, and whichever way you’d want it, again.

Photography: DextDee Photography
Model: Bathsheba