This morning was one like every other Sunday morning, i woke up early, cleaned up my room and my car, got ready to attend church in another city and then set out.
My car radio playing gospel music from my nokia N8, the air conditioner keeping my head cool while i sing along. 8:00AM
The traffic is light and I'm enjoying what a morning drive is meant to be. I suddenly remember that i have not committed my journey into God’s hands so i say a silent prayer while i drive. 8:15AM
My destination is a church somewhere in lagos, headed for a marriage counselling session, my mind is fixed on where i am headed and i drive with average speed expected for an express way. I drive past all sorts of Sunday morning travellers: those taking a bus to church with their family, those returning to the city after a restful weekend to start another work week of hustle, those returning from wedding ceremonies of the day before etc. 8:30AM
As i draw closer to the next big city, traffic begins to get heavier; more people are commuting, more road users, and more travellers. Deep within my brain is a signal to be more alert at the steering wheel. Still I'm singing along, the music playlist could not have been better selected. My mind getting free of thoughts of challenges to come and needs unmet. I anticipate the company of my loved one. I occasionally smile to myself. 8:45AM
Just then, a ragged trailer truck swerves at me and i instinctively change lanes to avoid “stories that touch the heart”, only to meet with a commercial bus picking up passengers right on the road................. then for a split second, my life flashes in front of me; could this be the end of me? There are about 30 people at the nearby bus stop to the right, ragged trailer truck to my left, bus in front of me, typical “Devil and deep blue sea”. I choose the rear of the bus as my car keeps moving despite good brakes. Both airbags deployed, shattered wind screen, curled up bonnet, squashed bumper and radiator, white fumes all around me, I'm like “not again”. 8:50AM
I turn off my engine and music and step out of the car unharmed, everyone looking like they just seen a new movie.
At that point it occurs to me: GOD HAS NOT COME FOR ME YET
Within an instant, i could be standing in the presence of my maker, giving account of the life I lived. I wonder how that would have turned out. Was I ready to meet him, would I have made heaven?
There was no time to ask for forgiveness, no time to make amends for sins committed; it would have been the judgement.
Well for me, I was ready.
It could have happened to anyone.
Live right, live for God now. He may come for you ANYTIME.
