Me and My Television

The LG television in my living room must remain where I've placed it. It must switch on when I want it to, and switch off when I want it to. It must play the channel of my choice. It cannot do its own bidding, only mine. It must act according to my desires, not its own. I will continue to treat it with care and nourish it as long as it obeys me.

The day my television fails to respond to my promptings, it ceases to be under my lordship. It will be banished from me forever. It had better go and ask its old Sony compatriot that is now lying prostrate in a junk room upstairs. The other day, I told madam it could be thrown away after she complained it is needlessly occupying space, but it is still in the junk room. I think she is playing God. She's giving it time to repent.

Reigning television had better take heed. The day it backslides and develops a mind of it's own, I will banish it, too; its place will be taken by another, period! This law applies to every single one of my creations and possessions. You see, they can only relate with me, their creator, by a continual offer of acceptable sacrifices. The day that continual flow of sacrifice fails, kpichikom--they're gone!

As it is with my television, so it is with you and me. In this context, what continual sacrifices do you bring to your Creator, your Owner? If we humans are so zealous about reverence that is due us, why should we expect less from God, our Creator? Like my banished Sony, some of us are needlessly occupying precious space. What I mean is that we don't deserve the time we're getting. Like my wife, God is simply stretching His patience to see if...

Okay, I get it. You're one of those who believe they were not created and therefore owe no allegiance to anyone. You simply evolved on your own from a stone or chimpanzee into who you are today. Congratulations! Please let me know what you're going to be next, so I can manage my expectations. Put differently, you dropped from nowhere! Let me ask you, where did the stone or chimpanzee come from? If you dropped from nowhere, where did nowhere come from? If you're the outcome of some evolutionary accident, who caused the accident?

You see, the biggest embarrassment evolutionists face--these 'experts' who speak in complicated jargon about the origin of the species--is their inability to explain in plain words where 'origin' came from.

What would be your response if any of the articles in your home were to make a similar claim? That they have nothing to do with you, or that they don't know you? Would you not regard that rebellion? What is it we have that came to us of its own accord? Your television did not evolve from a piece of wood. It was meticulously created a television. Your house did not evolve from a molehill. It was carefully created a house through various intelligent steps you took. Your car did not evolve from a matchbox. It was intentionally and purposely created a car.

Similarly, you did not drop from nowhere. What I'm trying to say is that you're not the result of some accident. You are a deliberately fashioned creation by God. You owe an inescapable obeisance to your Creator. Just as your television was carefully designed and sent forth to serve you, so you were created to serve God. The same way you could in frustration throw away your television, so could God... No, no, let me not use my mouth to complete that sentence.

It suffices to say that all creatures gravitate towards their creator for sustenance and preservation, or gravitate away from their creator for banishment to a junkyard.

The story of the television is the allegory of man. Man was created by God for His own use. The day you fail to fit into His purpose, na junkyard you dey smell so O!

We owe ourselves a necessary duty to get back to our Creator, stick with Him, and fit into His purpose for us. That duty should begin with the simple step of being in church this Sunday. Catch you there!

(Culled from my book, Getting to Maximum. Take this link to other articles: https://www.chrisekpekurede.com/blog)