Since all the disciples of Jesus died

Since all the disciples of Jesus died, we have been sitting by the road-sides and the gates, daily waiting, hungry and sick. One day after another, we have hoped and prayed, waiting for just the shadow of a man of God, a man like the Jesus we once knew or one of his disciples to pass by. Someone whose shadow could heal us of our diseases; someone whose smile and touch would make us whole; someone who would just “pass by our way”.

We have been waiting for these many years, and we often argue about out fate:

The men and women of God we know nowadays are much different from Jesus and his discples. We remember the days when Jesus or his disciples would knock our doors to visit us, dine with us, talk with us, pray for us and play with our kids. Unlike Jesus, our men of God of nowadays are so far away from us physically. They are always travelling or in one meeting or the other. We only hear their voices from their puplits and wide screens, yet they say they have a mission to draw us near to God.

Unlike Jesus who had nowhere to lay his head, we know our men of God of nowadays have somewhere to lay their heads but we don’t know where they live. We only know where they preach. We can’t knock on the doors of their houses should we need help in the late hours of the night; and the person who answers their phones is always the secretary who always tells us that “The pastor is very busy”. We see their dark-tinted cars, their big-Jeeps pass by and raise the dust to our faces. We can’t see them in their offices because we have to book appointments. Usually, the “rest of us” fall inline behind other “important” visitors who arrived in similar dark tinted Jeeps.

Their suits are always crisp, their shoulders always square, their faces always bright, their chins looking upwards, they walk really fast, talk with a smile, and when in public just answer us with “hi” or “bye”. They show us proofs of God’s blessings in their lives and ministries: their fashion and style, properties and investments, glamour and glory – these are always new every morning for “great is His faithfulness”. It seems to us that their God has forgotten about us, our tithes, and numerous offerings; or perhaps we are not serving their God correctly?

We wonder: don’t they want people to get close to them? Why do the men and women of God of nowadays need a host of security-personnel before, behind and always around them as they move from one place to the other, within their own countries and abroad? If they were entertainment celebrities, we would understand. But they say they are men and women of God, called by God to “preach to a lost and sinful world”: us. So we sit and wonder: are they afraid of us?, the same people God has called them to go preach to? do they fear for their lives or are they preaching under intimidation and duress?

We knew Jesus, we saw him, He was once with us; but we don’t know and can’t see our own men of God of nowadays. They don’t come to us anymore, they are so unapproachable, so far away, everyone to his own. And even when we see them on their pulpits, still surrounded by ‘security”, we wonder why they need to barricade themselves among a host of guards.

We ask ourselves why do they need secretaries? secretaries that go everywhere with them; secretataries that plan their activities everyday; secretaries that type and read their letters; secretaries that read their emails to them and answer their phone calls; secretaries that interview every visitor who wishes to book an appointment; secretaries that hold their suits and carry their suitcases, bring them a cup of water and a handkerchief to wipe their faces;…… just and exactly like the secretaries of CEOs of large corporations? We sit and wonder if the real truth of the gospel needs as much secretaries to proclaim.

We don’t know when the next man of God will pass by. Until then, we will wait and can only console ourselves: its unfortunate that all the disciples of Jesus have all died.

OJ

Ayotokunbo Ajewole, an engineer, an avid writer, and blogger (a.k.a OmoJesus)

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