IRONIES IN REALITY...FROM THE GOD'S GENERAL

By Prince Emmanuel C. Umahi (Degeneral)

We claim to be believers but we haven't done much believing,

In congregational gatherings with wide open hands as receivers but our doubts have deprived us from receiving.

We castigate leaders but extol them in their presence,

Whereas at our homes on the tables of discussion, we lament that we're been placed on a fence.

Our new faith, exceptional and our new friend, the Bible

But we never recognise it's vitality anytime we're in trouble.

We say, "My anger is under management"

But at the slightest provocation, we boil with resentment.

We're slow to speak in public,

But in private, we are inventors of various topics.

Joy feels our heart on the news of a heroic gesture,

But in reality, we imagine ourselves in such picture.

We always urge our children to exemplify gratefulness,

But when we need to be a light, we fill their lives with darkness.

When our children receive gifts we say, "Ooh my child, show utmost gratitude",

But we're very far from the godly characters of the beatitude.

"My child, show your milk of kindness in deeds."

Wow! My dear parent, you're really an agent of change indeed.

On the chessboards, we are Knights, Bishops, Kings and Queens, whereas in real life we are pawns,

Who run like a chick avoiding the Hawk's grip, wailing when it isn't time to mourn.

We're goats claiming to be part of the sheepfold,

Like Achan, we are like a stronghold,

A huge enmity to our household.

In plotting evil, we devise,

Holding close our smartphone and android devices,

But are swift to pass our verdict on any youth indulging in social vices.

To us, life is one large circle,

Where we run round and round but with faith that someday, our names would be in the chronicle;

Our eyes are fixed on the goal, running to the pinnacle.

We proclaim, "I am God's daughter; I am God's son!"

Really? So where were you at the break of dawn?

Our older women advice the younger ones to remain in marriage; but secretly desire widowhood.

Aaaaaahhh! Is it good?

We've traded joy for misery,

But on our knees, we pray to be among the annals of history.

At church services, we're timekeepers, checkmating the pastor,

But at hospitals, we sit patiently like a lamb ready for the slaughter, awaiting the arrival of the doctor.

When used as a vessel to minister to people,

Pride blindfolds our inner sight bringing the comparison that we and God are equal.

Our purpose exchanged for pleasure,

Just like a hardworking who desires joy not in his harvest but in leisure.

In time past, we've said, "I am a Christian and nothing can compromise my spirituality,

But clearly, we have been living lives of *IRONIES IN REALITY.*