I Couldn't Be Born Again!

. . .Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.

I cried that day in the church when the pastor expantiated on the above verse.
Those who wanted to be born again stood up but I didn't, I just kept on weeping silently out of hopelessness.

My understanding then was that I had to enter again into my mother's womb to be born again so those who stood up were those whose mothers will agree to born again. Based on certain logistics I knew I could never go to my mother to be born again but I made a resolve.

While cooking that Sunday afternoon I stylishly told my mum what the Pastor has said and she hissed it off. I knew I never stood the chance after all.
But the urgency of the message kept burning within me, I didn't want to go to hell but then I resolved to tell as many people as I could to be born again.

I cornered my younger sister whom I saw then as my mum's favourite and told her how she needs to be born again so as not to go to hell fire. I convinced her to ask my mum to born her again.

With children my age, I kept spreading the news of how they have to meet their mothers to born them again so as to avoid the perils of hell fire. Parents began to get worried and soon reported me to my parents who warned me against spreading fear into the neighborhood children.

Today we celebrate Jesus Christ the risen king . Because he rose that is why we have hope of a fruitful life here on earth and an eternity hereafter.

May the blessedness of His resurrection be to us all. Amen.

With Luv.
~Oma