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Cardi and the Pastor's words

Imagine students offering different programs being placed in one exam center to write different papers, but arranged in such a way that one offering medicine is seated next to one offering law and before them another offering engineering with one behind one reading something theologically related. And the person writing law starts drawing on his paper because he sees another student drawing some diagrams even though he has no idea what the diagrams are about.
Or a first year law student writing a jurisprudence paper and a first year student writing a one credit
language proficiency test seated next to each other. Then the first year student gets offended because he is given an hour to write his test and the other is given three hours. Brother, you are all in the same hall but your papers are not the same.

Unfortunately we tend to sometimes have this attitude in life. We have a business that is doing well because we are able to well manage the size of it; then suddenly someone tells us about how they are running three different other businesses and without counting the cost to figure out if we are well able, we open a second business too and run bankrupt because we are not able to balance both. We see someone on social media driving a certain car and we start thinking why we deserve a car even more than that person without a thought if we can maintain that.

We are all not called to do the same thing. I remember a pastor saying once in an interview that different people are called to different churches. If that pastor starts to preach in a certain way because his colleague pastor does, you can guess what will happen to the people who cannot relate to that style. Elder Mireku and Nathaniel Bassey are all worship leaders but imagine one changing their style and copying that of the other, or using a certain language because the other does.

'What another lady eats don't make me poop' - Cardi B. Yeah i changed one word to make it more blog friendly but basically the words of the femcee. I love this statement on so many levels.
I think so often we are worried about our progress on this journey of life because of where we see another person or what we see another person do.
What Cardi said in her straight forward manner, i remember a pastor saying but in a different way,or should i say, a more pulpit friendly manner. "Why should I envy the size of your church when I am not the one going to pay for the maintenance of it. I cannot envy that you have a baby and not understand that it comes with changing used diapers.'' You get the point.

Look we are all here for totally different purposes. Methuselah lived the longest on Earth, and i am very confident Jesus Christ does not envy him because He ended up living here for thirty three years. His purpose was accomplished at that age and if He had lived here for extra years it would probably serve no useful purpose to anyone. David was the beloved of God, but he knew it was not for him to build the Lord's temple.
In Genesis, we come across two brothers offering sacrifices and one been accepted and the other not accepted by God. It was not because one offered food crops and the other meat; it was because of the quality of the sacrifice
Focus on your journey. If you do what you are supposed to do,you won. If you do everything and fail to do the one thing you were supposed to do, you deviated. Just like in an exam. You could write tens of pages but as long as you did not answer the question posed to you, you would be scored nothing.

If I am given money for Ama, it does not matter that I share it between Esi, Kofi and Adom. I would leave the person who gave me the money very angry, and it does not matter if the others praise me until their dying days. Let us focus on doing well what we are called to do, instead of being distracted by what and how we see others doing. The pope and the pastor are all Christians, but the pope will not be publicly seen envying the pastor for getting married.

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