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All through my entire life I have never been a fan or follower of the religious lifestyle, though my parents were truly devoted worshippers but it didn’t really matter a lot to me because I was the kind of person that believed in the law of sowing and reaping irrespective of who or what we chose to worship.
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I was doing pretty well in college, I had a very good G.P.A and was actively involved in the student government which earned me the fame and little funds needed to cater for myself at the moment. I was almost always the first choice in my department that was chosen to represent the school whenever activities in line with my field presented itself within and outside the school environment, I was loved by many of my course-mates and lecturers, on few occasions we visited the state government quarter to meet with the governor. So if you should ask me, I could say that I had the perfect student experience that one could possibly wish for, I had always thought that religion was not a thing for me. I had heard my dad tell my mom several times that “*religion is the opium of the masses*.“ Why do I need God when everything was going fine for me? Sometimes I would question His existence within me but may not voice it out just to avoid the outcast kind of look from those around. But just when I felt I was heading for the stars, life burst my bubble.
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I was called up from school on a cool sedate Friday night to the hospital only to be informed that my dad had been involved in a very terrible accident, which had occurred on a route linked to the east-west road in Nigeria. Completely disoriented and devastated by the call I quickly hurried up from school and headed straight to the hospital clouded with all sort of thoughts and imagination about my home, family, life, career and fate. Not knowing the extent to which the accident had taken a toll on him.
On getting to the hospital, reaching as fast as I could and talking to the very first person I could see on a medical kind of attire in which case was kind of the receptionist, I quickly asked her about the recent incidence and the current location i.e room in which he was been attended to. It was just as if all hell had been set loose on my path from that moment as I could feel the gentle cold breeze of confusion and chaos gradually seeping its way into my veins and pores. Waiting for the doctor’s report on the morrow this I call a situation where “calamity erodes one into the rain” we were told that he had suffered a severe knock to the head which lead to a “temporary mental disorientation” and worse it all a “partially blurred vision” which implies that not only would he not be able to remember us as a family, but also he wouldn’t be able to have a clear vision anymore.
At this point if you were to ask me to guess the number of demons that could possibly be existing in the world I’d probably list out all the drivers of any sort of vehicle and also include the doctor who had given me this report. Imagine a situation where your own dad may never recognise the sound of his sons voice or personality. My mom would have none of it, as she would barely recognised the sight nor smell, talk more of the taste of a good meal. I became emotionally unstable and couldn’t keep up at school and lectures; missed a lot of tests and practicals which left me with a very poor C.A and performance for that period. While we sought for money for the surgery based on the report for his eyes in which blood clothings had caused a major inflammation/obstruction within and needed to be removed so as to enable him to have a proper restored sight, my mom always believed that God would somehow turn the tables around and heal him. She would say to me, “*Don’t worry son, I’ve handed it over to God and He has stepped into my boat. He will still the storm, for He is an unfailing God. His word is my strength.*” And every day as she sat close to his bed because he was later moved back home, she would pray aloud, quoting many portions of the Bible until she was too weak to pray.
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Sometimes, I would stand at the door to her room, starring at her as she prayed. The sight alone brought tears to my eyes but stirred up pain in my heart. I wondered how she would pray so faithfully to a God who had abandoned us in these hard times. Despite the obvious dilemma, how could she trust so much in this God who doesn’t even seem to care? I had written off every belief I would have managed to have over the years, all I needed was for things to go back to the normal.
Shortly three weeks before the scheduled date for the eye surgery, something miraculous happened. I got to my dad’s room to clean up some stuff, when I heard him say the words faintly “how are you *dane*”, something he had not done in two months, to remember my pet name. The weak but confident smile portrayed on the feeble face definitely struck me to a glorious shock that something good had happened to him.
“* Someone should come over here, Dad’s healed mom!, he remembered my name*” I quickly shouted! I stood there transfixed, starring at him, once again he replied to me saying “*lower your voice please*” It was as if I just heard an angel from speak, not just to talk alone which he did in time past, but to direct the speech to me. This alone was good news, so we simply rushed over to the hospital to see the doctor who had diagnosed him. While on our way for the first time in a very long long long time in my life I prayed a genuine prayer, not that I had started believing in prayers that much, but I just wanted to see my dad healed – free to talk with me and see clearly once again. I cried silently wishing that my partial prayers and the devoted prayers of my mom would secure a complete double fold healing.
Dr Tunde was just stepping out of his consultation room when we confronted him. Before I say further, you cannot believe the shock we both felt when we heard him greet the doctor by his name. This was not just a proof of a recovering sanity but also a renewal of sight. Now within and without my body and soul I could ask the questions, could this be real or am I an “ Alice in Wonderland” where imaginations have become a reality. H was shell-shocked to see my dad talking with his right senses and also having a recovering sight. He opened his mouth but no words came out. Slowly he guided him to a sit inside, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He examined him for about three to four times, doing the same thing over and over again, and trying to decipher what had happened. He stared at him in disbelief for a long time before shifting his gaze over to me and my mom, exclaiming, “THIS IS A MIRACLE! your dad is completely sane”
I broke into uncontrollable tears right there in room, it dawned on me that my mom’s faith was real, and her God was real too. Right there I realised that God is not just that person we worship or fail to realise his potency and presence, but he is the ever present ***beacon of hope*** to those who trust in him against all odds.
I can always remember the song my mom always sang to him in our days of weeping on my dad’s sick bed, it reads;
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“ *I cannot guide you through the dark but I know who can, I know who can*,
“ *I cannot heal a broken heart but I know who can, I know who can*,
“ *I cannot heal you in your sickness but I know who can, I know who can*,
“ *I cannot be your strength in times of weakness but I know God can, I know God can*.
“ *God can when life is almost over*,
“ *You’ve reached the end of hardship*,
“ *You’ve arrived at shores of your victory*.
“ *And know that you may fall*;
“ *He’s there through every situation, your trials and temptations*,
“ *He’ll hold you close, for I know he is real*,
“ *I know that God can!*”
So this moment I want to say to say to that reader over the other end of the screen going through this personal message of mine, you must realise that this is not just just for fun or some silly joke on the steemit platform, but a reality to me. You don’t have to always carry the confidence and mindset that you’ve got everything properly figured out and you don’t really need the God of some religious group by your side.
Or it may even be the other way round that you are a core believer and you trust in God at all times but it just seems like all roads and efforts leads to nowhere. Here is what I’ve got to say, you need to realise that there is that constant unwavering, un-deemed beacon of hope that is always ready to shine upon your life no matter the circumstance. Just don’t give up on trusting in him, for he will be there for you. Trust me ***The Beacon is Real***
You can also do well by sharing a short experience of your encounter with the illumination of the light of hope on any circumstance that sort of visited you for a moment and is now gone.
Author: **D.E Abraham**
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