I was walking to my house late at night when I saw a middle-aged man tucking a young boy on a pavement along the street I live. This man was sitting on the floor, in deep ponder, maybe bereft of thoughts of his past or memories of what was once a life off the chilly nights.
I was just from Bible Study and we were from a short pizza hangout with friends. Doing what I do best, I assumed I was the man. I assumed I was once wealthy, living the good life with my wife and kids but sadly those who enthroned tribalism and dethroned humanity came to cut the stream off.
I thought of my wife and kids, now lost into the oblivion. I thought of my wealth, lost in thin air. I thought of my miserable drunk life and my kid who is always on the street begging and sniffing glue. And here we are, two distorted souls, confused and lost, animals who have to survive. Faith is dead, even the slightest thought of belief is no more, am just thinking of where to get a shilling tomorrow to drink off my problems as I await my death.
I came back to reality and I asked myself, Am I too good? Do I please God that much to deserve a roof on my head and food on my table? To have the best of friends and family? Do I rightfully deserve everything I own in life? That I walk heads high boasting around and wail that my blessing is long due? Do I call the shots? What makes me different than the man on the streets? Clothing? Lingo? My college degree? My job? The luck I get in life? What if he has all that?