The Cross Don’t Discriminate.

Anyone who truly knows me, knows that I AM A LOVER OF GOD, a die-hard lover. While I don’t exactly believe in all them doctrines and am void of all religiousness(if there’s a word like that), I still am a Christian. I feel like most of us don’t really know what Christianity is about because if we do, we wouldn’t behave in certain ways, especially the self-righteous way.

Mind you, I am no saint. I’ve made my mistakes, I’ve judged people before but I have learnt. I have learnt that the cross(which I like to relate with Christ) doesn’t judge, is free of all prejudice but we, the ones who claim to be followers of this Christ, are often quick to judge.

Like I said earlier, I’m no saint. Let me tell y’all a story...

Recently, I moved to a new place and you know with new places comes new faces. I kept my distance of course, I don’t like mingling much, but I observed. I studied everyone, had a clear picture of their personalities or should I say, the persons they posed to be, both good and bad. Then I saw him, a new face too. From my observation, he was someone I wouldn’t really like to call a friend or have anything to do with. I judged him pretty fast(which is hard to believe cause I really don’t judge people), I tagged him too razz, too this, too that, not exactly fitting into my way of life, blah blah blah. He tried to get close to me but I gave him space, like mad space. It was more like not wanting all of the dirt that came with him to rub off on me but God had other plans. He gave me clear instructions to get close to him. In my defense, I told Him His word said, “be ye not unequally yoked with unbelievers” and as such, I had to keep my distance. He didn’t answer me, so I felt it was settled. Perhaps, He’d seen it from my point of view, until one evening, I’d just gotten back from a meeting, I was terribly exhausted and as I stepped into the compound, God told me someone was waiting for me, I didn’t know what to expect but I kept moving until I got to my flat and I saw that boy(he’s older than me o) just sitting outside, reeking of weed and what not. Angrily, I went inside, not caring that I’d seen someone outside, as soon as I got in, I just told God, “I’m no Hosea, so don’t tell me to get married to a harlot”(I’m sure I hurt His feelings cause for a moment, He didn’t talk). Calming down, I whispered an apology, He still didn’t respond and then I went outside to talk to this person. What’s the worse that could happen anyways? He’d kill me, that’s all.(lol, that was just a joke. Truth is, I didn’t even know the worse thing that could happen).

It was a bit awkward at first, I didn’t know what to ask, so I started with his name and he just kept laughing like I had a cat on my face and it really pissed me off but I kept my face stoic. Then I asked again, this time, he didn’t laugh, he just looked at me as if trying to confirm if I was actually talking to him or not and when he saw that I was serious, he replied. He didn’t ask but I told him my name too and he found it weird, I know. Lol, what girl bears Chuks but me?💁🏽‍♀️ We got talking and for a moment, I forgot that I was talking to someone I so badly wanted to avoid. He was calm, high but still low(if that makes any sense) and real. We laughed and talked, about every and anything except God(not yet). We fast became close, talking every evening became our thing, except when I was really tired, we’d just sit in silence and let the silence do all the talking. We got to talk about God, read a couple verses from the Bible, played and laughed together. He had so many questions, sometimes I didn’t even have the answers and we’d just pray about it. He questioned everything, so many whys, how, when and alladat, I was sure I was going to run out of answers at some point but God always came through. I noticed he’d changed, he was almost always bubbling with joy, not the temporary high kinda joy that came from drugs and all that, it was natural, something I could see he was still trying to adjust to. I could tell he was healing, from his past, from all the things he hid behind drugs, he was letting go and letting God and here I was, thinking he was beyond saving. What even gave me the right to think someone is beyond saving?

Why did I tell that story?

Because I promised myself to be completely honest on here, to not hide even the slightest bit of truth even if I’m not proud of it. Do I regret telling the story? No. Do I regret judging him, yes. Can I change what has happened? No! Can I learn from it? Yes, and that’s what I’ve done and I’m still doing.

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I know I’m not much of a Christian writer and that this piece is gon raise a few brows. Lol, truth is, I like to keep it real and that’s something most people that hide under the guise of Christianity fail to do but this once, I just thought it best to let us know that Christ doesn’t discriminate, He don’t judge and He clear of all prejudice and if we really claim to be Christians, we should follow same. All have sinned and it doesn’t matter the gravity of what we’ve done, we’ve all sinned. So what gives us the right to judge when we have not been judged? What?!