A LIVING DOG IS BETTER THAN A DEAD LION by Victor Peter

 

Five to six weeks back I was down with Malaria, we went to the hospital, consulted a doctor who asked if I was okay with injection ( thinking it will be for that day only, while I continue with orals), I happily gave into it, not knowing that it was for three days.

Then I was not at rest anymore; the thought of going to the emergency ward, sag down my trousers for some young ladies (nurses) to inject me was a serious bone of contention to me,  but blessed be the name of the LORD for face mask. I didn't see their faces so also they didn't see mine.

 

The first day was not bad, the second went well also, but when I was about to go for the third, I just finished praying, so I lay on my bed in deep reminisce and I could recall for over ten years of my life, I had nothing to do with drugs only for pain relievers, I recalled how my NHIS benefit wasted ( a benefit that covered ninety percent of my health fee till I was eighteen, as a result of my parents being staffs of the Teaching Hospital). I never used it for once and just within some three to four years, antimalarial tablets became an annual visitor I entertained. "What have I done wrong?" Was a big question within me that day. I sat up, munched my breakfast thoughtfully, then left for the emergency ward.

 

On getting there, I saw some people outside, cause the doors were shut and without asking, I joined them, just to see some young men approaching us with someone on a wheel chair and since it was emergency case, the nurses came out, he was helped in and I watched the same doctor who clerked me, examine the man that was wheeled; checked his fingernails, shine his phone's flashlight directly into his eyes and pronounced him dead. "It's a B.I.D. case" the Matron said immediately. The doctor affirmed it in full words and no longer acronym.

I watched how his relatives were depressed and heart broken even though tears were far from their faces. I'm sure they committed him to the unsatisfied mother Earth that same day. I was full of thanksgiving that day, I took my injection and left. Then the wisdom of the preacher in Ecclesiastes came talking to me, "but a living Dog is better than a dead Lion", ( Eccl 9:4).

 

Dear, have you learnt to thank God for life and where you are presently in HIM, it's not mediocrity please.. complaining in prayers, always wanting to be like Khulma, Knoxk, Apostle Ayo Babalola, Archbishop Idahosa and the host of them. Those guys were great, they shook our planet but they are dead and God want to start something new with you. God will not need to work with a ghost on Earth while you are alive, but why not thank Him for not allowing you die in your sins. Sometimes we just need to look back and see how far we have gone with God, how many mountains we have conquered, habits and addictions we left, bad friends, past that were threat to our future and thank God. I tell you being alive, you are worth more than any great man that walked on this planet and is now no more. For Christ sake, there are more spontaneous dimensions in God that they didn't walk in, but can we thank God for where we are now? "For a living Dog is better than a dead Lion".

 

I know you pray, cry and fast, yet you still break your fast with Masturbation, but for the fact that you still have the Spirit of God in you and you want to come out of it, is something to thank God for; that you are alive and desperate is a sign that deliverance is on the way. Many went through this path of lust and it has ended them on the path of perdition, so thank God and keep on crying for deliverance, " for a living Dog is better than a dead Lion".

 

"Godliness with contentment is great gain". I use to think that politics is the most dirtiest game, but I now think that ministry has over taken it, cause men of God are not contented. The desire for power and anointing have made ministers go the way of Balaam and kiss the queen of Babylon. Don't allow the devil to fill your hunger for power due to your ungrateful heart, don't rush God to get your inheritance like the prodigal son, when it is not yet time, don't rush God to open you into portals, beyond your youth growth.

 

When last did you thank God for your level in Him, which is somebody's prayer point.

Thank you for reading, and I love you.