It was probably one of those long weekends that offered very little excitement and held little work load to complete. Even if there was, staying in the dorm room was a better use of life – or so it seemed at the moment. The sun had left its overhead throne and had started setting off to go scorch some other unsuspecting people in a farther time zone. A friend of ours, Baba K had stopped by in our room to chat us up a bit as he often did. Quite a very gentle and caring guy he is, not sure that could have been said about me, visiting others had always posed to be a dreaded chore for me – some awful habit I picked up while growing as a kid, not a single clue why or how – As with most friendly chatter, no clear topics are discussed nor a structured argument is initiated, it’s often more of idle banter really. Soon, Mark who stayed in the next room but was lying on one of the beds in my room before Baba K stepped in, bursted into venting fits from a turn the discussion took – I think. They were both seated on the opposite lower bunk bed. Actually Mark was lying on his back while Baba K sat next to him. I contributed little and left them to do the talking while I listened intently. Occasionally, I drifted into my own head leaving them to do their thing. I had no clue what triggered it, but for some reason Mark kept emphasising how we haven’t been through the stuff he’s had to deal with.
‘Have you ever had a clear cut plan with hopes and dreams, then life just messes you up?’ He asked rhetorically. ‘Have you ever had to remain in the same spot for a year because life didn’t let you move forward?’ ‘Do you know what it’s like to keep trying and your efforts aren’t yielding results?’ He kept badgering us. He scoffed, ‘No you don’t! So please, don’t even tell me anything’.
‘Well, I didn’t say anything’ I thought to myself. And I’m pretty sure Baba K didn’t too. Mark was simply expressing his hurt over past frustrations he’s had, some of which had present day undertones. Although I still had no clue what set him off. He was still laying on the bed, only now, he was leaning against his elbow and was facing me, he wasn’t yelling, but the passion with which he spoke made it audible enough for the people passing the front of my room to hear, if they so decided to stop.
When I think of it more intently, I realise that a lot of us don’t like it when people who haven’t been through the same situation we are in try to give us ‘words of wisdom’. Some of course, on a larger scale than others. We want them to have some form of qualification, some of degree in a near-suffering-experience as we are in before we can give them the job of worthy counsellors. Although, sometimes, even a twelve year old could whisper to us ageless wisdom that we know for sure his experience couldn’t have granted him the knowledge, so the deal is, we want those who have not only been through tough times, but surmounted it in flying colours to be the ones to speak to us. Then only would we count such counsel as valid.
For me, I may not have been through what you’ve been through or are currently going through, but I do know for sure that my older brother has. There’s not a single thing you feel that He doesn’t know about. I only dare you to believe, I challenge you to trust in Him. Hear my plea, drop all reservations and receive all that He has to say. That’s all there is to hear!
‘Seeing then that we have a great high priest, that is passed into the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our profession.
For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.’
Yours with a quill