Silly Points of Note

A Story About My Big Sister

I am not that good a storyteller but I will like to say something about my big sister and me.

Let me tell you about, my big sister. She knows me.

She came to the faith before me (not because she is smarter, that is something I simply refuse to accept, but because according to God's timeline, it fell on her first) and had been well into it before Jesus remembered me.

However, her 'lack of smartness' aside, she does have this knack of really knowing me. That is she can tell the difference between me and me. She knows when it is her 'little' brother (I just hate saying that) that is talking and can tell when it is the heavens that is speaking.

She has mastered the difference between the 99 and the 1 percent. She can separate the wheat from the chaff. Of course, I would love to punch these keys and tell you how the 99 percent happens to be the unrivaled beauty of the Godhead living in and displaying through me and the 1 percent is that inconsequential part of me that only occasionally raises its head in the form of the flesh in me but I know that would be a hard sell (a very hard sell).

She knows when to tell me shut up and at the same time, knows when to come to me and kneel, asking me to speak into her life. I have dwelt on this for some time now, how she switches. When the bible is between us, she takes it seriously. This does not mean we do not have biblical differences or that she worships the feet I tread on or when I speak scripture she goes out to slaughter a lamb offering unto the Most High, thanking Him for giving her such a brother (a window into my daydreams). Yet there have been so many situations where she recognizes that there something else at work, whether it is a prophet or the spirit of the prophet and she runs with it.

She does not presume on me either ways. She does not say because I used a bone to slaughter a thousand or tore up a lion with my bare hands yesterday, then my name is forever inscribed in the pantheon of greatness and anything I do from henceforth can only be of and from the Most High. And she does not say because I am sulking over why the beans was cooked for 10 minutes instead of 9 minutes 56 seconds, she will never listen or respect anything that comes out of my mouth even if the angels Michael and Gabriel were standing beside me. She is nobody's fool and will not shortchange herself.

Now I do not know whether she applies this to everybody or just me but I can tell you without mincing words that I have seen where people do the exact opposite. That is, they either make gods of men or they make men of gods (as the Lord said, "ye are gods"). That is, it is either nothing good can come out of Nazareth (and you can replace that name with any other name) or they will look at a person because of one good thing and declare, "Thou art the Son of God" even when the person does something that only Satan would subscribe to the next minute.

Jesus praised and condemned Peter within a conversation. He was the rock in one sentence and Satan in another. And this is one reason why some miss the mark; they are not like my big sister.

"And I say also, unto thee, That art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever, thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever, thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven...But he turned, and said unto Peter, Get thee behind me, Satan: thou art an offense unto me: for thou savorest not the things that be of God, but those that be of men". Matthew 16: 18-23