I was done…just like that. I felt that I had had enough. Enough of doing good to people taking it for granted. Who only focused on my shortcomings. The reason as to why a person would overlook the good you have been doing for them and lament and whine when you fail to do it once didn’t make any sense to me. Or is it that I am that naive…
I was in a bus-Kenya Mpya, from Thika bound to town, Nairobi feeling distraught. I’m a firm believer that one should not only focus on correcting another, but before then, compliment them on whatever good thing they have done and work or direct them into making it better. That only works if the person has done anything good of which if he hasn’t, then give it to them hard and straight ’cause I am not advocating for being complacent and tolerating mediocrity. By all means, don’t…
“Not again…*sigh*…” I thought to myself as I shifted my gave from the outside to inside the bus. We were already on our way, having covered about a little bit less of a third of a journey when he walked in and stood at the front.
He was elegantly dressed in a well ironed suit that emphasized his physique. He introduced himself and asked if we could lend him our ears for a moment he had a message for us.
You see, I’m not really a fan of these pastors we have nowadays. Not only those who aboard public vehicles to preach to people using a verse from the bible that kinda seems to suggest that you have been ordered by God to give unto their calling…but also the posh ones who enjoy media coverage and dominate our tv stations on each and every Sunday.
Couple that with the decision that I had just made of not extending favors and courtesies unto the ungrateful pips, and you’ll realise I really didn’t have time for him. Thus, his introductions soon boarding the bus flew by me..as I tried to recapture my line of thoughts.
It proved futile though and I was left gazing at the roadside buildings and the several vehicles we were overtaking that seemed more of a blur than anything real.
Subconsciously, I expected to hear the pastor quote Malachi or something on regarding to gifts that christians should give. and thus it took me by surprise when he began to speak something entirely different.
He began his preaching by asking if we have ever tired of doing good.
Quickly I turned to the window and shot a look unto heaven…”really”
He went on to say that he could not remember the last time he went to hospital and he attributed it to the small acts of kindness that he renders to the people he meets..
And it so occurred to me that I too couldn’t recall…but unlike him, I attributed it to the grace of God, not for the good I have done, but from His mercies, but the preacher was onto something…
“Even if I get to listen to him, I won’t be losing anything…in any case, he might just keep me entertained till we arrive” I declared to myself as I decided to finally listen to this guy who seemingly had read my thoughts…
He did quote several passages in the bible that encouraged one not to tire or be faint of doing good…and he said that the blessings we get, no matter how small or insignificant we think some are that we don’t get to thank God for, might be attributed to the kind and humane things we do unto others.
It was for these and some other reasons, I can’t remember zingine though, that I really got to like this pastor. Not once in his teachings did he mention anything about giving to him or as some casually put it, kupanda mbegu..
I felt renewed, reborn…’cause when I boarded the bus, I had decided on turning a cold shoulder, abiding by the principle of an eye to an eye…but as I alighted, I knew something bigger was meant for me…I wasn’t being good to appease the people I was being good to, but rather, it was for my own good..
Do some good every once in a while, it does more good to you than harm…