Whose child are you?
The question is a very important question in African culture. It is not an unusual scene to see a mother wishing her young girl farewell as she enters the bus and heads to boarding school or a university college; suddenly she yells out to her as the bus starts to accelerate “remember the child of whom you are!” That supposedly becomes a backdrop on which the girl tailors or should tailor her every move. She may decide to obey her parents and represent them well or flout all their rules and misrepresent them. Either way, it is still her choice. Yes, “choice”. That is the power that God puts in man.
My parents moved to a different house a few years back and I was away at college so people in the neighbourhood barely knew me for a long time. But then anytime I come home and walk around, I usually get these stares like ‘this face looks like so and so’. Of course for someone that likes to be as anonymous as possible, I just look away and pretend like I did not notice the look of familiarity in their eyes.
Now, when I have to buy things in the neighbourhood, I get the confrontations.
“How about mummy?”
I feign ignorance “which mummy?”
They are startled “the mummy that lives at so and so, or that attends so and so, or that drives so and so”
I know I have been caught; I smile and say she is fine.
Then they say excitedly, “I thought so, you look like her”
We would exchange pleasantries and I walk away wondering to myself why I cannot just be invisible. I used to think I don’t look like her but over and over I have been told I do. So oh, well, I should just give up trying to be invisible.
Now, that was just an illustration. The issue is how many of us Christians can be duly identified as Christians outside. There are two categories; some seem to be outwardly compliant to the name ‘Christian’ but their lifestyle contradicts the meaning of the word. I sat in a public transport bus one day and the woman by my side abused, cursed and insulted the living day out of the bus conductor. I kept wondering to myself that this woman in appearance seems to be a Christian but from that singular experience I can conclude that she still needs help, serious help at that.
Another category is those that feel God looks on the inside but not on the outside. They portray an ambiguous message to the neutral person and people cannot really tell who they are despite being a firm believer of God’s word. They find themselves having to defend their external look and that is not the way it should be.
People should on first sight or contact with you be able to tell that you are child of Jesus just the same way they can tell your parents.
If we fall into any of these categories there is a need to trace our steps back to the Bible because that is the book that can give us unbiased instructions for living.
So Jesus is asking you today “whose child are you? Mine or the devil?”