20 Jan Dear Bushel Christian 1
How are you doing?
It’s me, your senior partner. I’m writing to know how you’re doing seeing it’s been a while we spoke.
Today must have been great at work? Can we revive our culture of reviewing your day together? I mean that’s if you don’t mind?
I see you have a new colleague Ada. I couldn’t help but notice you guys had lunch together. I overheard her asking you where you worship. I didn’t quite catch your response. I think it was something along the line of “I don’t do church stuff”
Church stuff? Really?
Yesterday, I watched you while you scrolled endlessly on Twitter. There was this banter about prayers and Shiloh. I observed the savage lines you dropped. You said and I quote “It berates common sense for young people to spend their time on an unprofitable venture in the name of spiritual experience”
It’s not like I’m keeping records but I just can’t seem to forget these “dope” lines.
Is it not an irony how in the quietness of the day, you attempted to mumble prayers. You quickly expressed your half-hearted gratitude repeating the phrase “Father Lord I thank you” because you had forgotten how to pray. Do you not see how you’ve lost your way while trying to appear cool for a few minutes of fame and retweets.
Speaking of retweets, Bushel, I have noticed the sort of provocative things you retweet. I’ve had to double-check your profile to be sure you were the one. If it’s not thirst traps and half-naked women, then it’s a group for hookups.
You have not only forgotten that you are the salt of the earth but you’ve also lost your saltiness.
At birth, you were called Ifenna– the father’s light. What does light do if not to shine?
Bushel, do you remember our visit to mangu hills? You were excited at the foot of the hill because you could see the cluster of huts built at the top. They couldn’t have been hidden.
Bushe, you weren’t saved to be hidden. You are not supposed to put your lamp under a bushel.
As your senior partner, I have not come to speak harsh words to make you feel bad. Far from it.
I’ve only come to remind you who you are. To ask that you put your light on its stand and allow it to give light to everyone around you.
Bushel, can you allow people to see the real you? Not the one trying to conform?
Can you allow the world to see Jesus through you?
PS: The term “Bushel Christians was coined by my friend Adanna during one of our chats on godly relationships
PS 2: I might just make this a series like the Dear Emerald series