Signs of times are live when sights and sounds of our Ministers are broadcast for our presumed benefit. One minister is said to have vowed to fight anyone trying to take away his adored Prado as per the government's directive to replace such huge investments with moderate VWs. Another lot has been inciting 'their chargees' to resist government moves to vacate water catchment areas that have killed millions of Kenya shillings in wasting economy that directly pays these ministers the millions they waste with equal equanimity.
Taken in the light of the ministers in the days of our Lord on earth, the evolution of the Kenyan ministers appears to have been on a fast track that beats the natural. Ministers have become a completely new race: no, completely new species that is not human at all.
Ministers in the days of our Lord were the servants; serving others as in running errands for them and meeting all their needs. The populace were the determinant of the service they needed, and the ministers went out of their way to bind the sick and wounded. They were the last to eat after the multitudes had been fed.
I cant see any of our fat MPs in that role. And not just the MPs: the church ministers are just as bad as their counterparts in elective politics. Ministers too are not just confined to churches; we have ministers in our work places and even our homes. Anyone called to giving guidance and service is a minister of sort. Even though this is your business, you have a service to provide to others! And I mean you!
Therefore, when you don't open your doors to serve people just because you have gone on holiday, or need to catch up with your lass, or need to go see the new boss at 45 Portland Place, or have to officiate the harambee to settle a faxee, then you are failing to be the minister that God made you. You have gained nothing on your own- God has placed you there to serve others. YOU ARE A SERVANT AND NEED TO SERVE, REST THIS OFFICE BE TAKEN AWAY AND GIVEN TO ANOTHER WHO KNOWS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A MINISTER.
Same with relationships. When God gives you a nice lass that you turn into an African drum, your ministry becomes a curse that you wear around your neck like a milestone. Soon, you will be cooling heals at Her Majesty's invite and while there you will earn the taste for selling your arse. And for the lasses who hold too tight the gem they have been freely given against the call of generosity, the mean streak will kill your ministry and your new abode will be the OAPs who will eventually plant you in their backyard.
Whatever state you are in, there is some ministry in it; learn to be the servant that you have been called to be. And God in heaven will see that and reward you in His own way.
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