προσκυνέω (Proskuneō) | His Love, My Life

Continued…

If you walk into Igbobi College today, you’ll probably struggle to fathom or believe that it had once been draped in filth and desolation. It is a beautiful school now. Wonderful environment; and there are people still working endlessly to improve the school.

Back then in 2001, it was a mess. People were shedding tears over beloved Igbobi College. Many had given up.

A few remained though, believing that restoration would come some day.

These people were praying, lobbying, committeeing, and making all sort of efforts to ensure these schools were returned to their original purpose and glory. God was working for change on the outside and it was no less on the inside, the hordes of rapists and street fighters and hooligans and drug addicts being battled within the school among the student body.

The government was adamant until democracy set in. The new governor of Lagos, Bola Tinubu, was interested in pleasing the people, and so he negotiated the release of these schools, including Igbobi College, to the original owners.

I joined the school that same year, 2001. Mission set, we were called.

It took five years of struggle to finally get rid (sadly, there were some cool guys in those sets) of all the traces of the desolation, little by little. It was a relief for me; I had been particularly traumatised by the activities of our seniors. I remember one time my wrist watch was stolen from my wrist and I didn’t know till I needed to check the time. Another time I was punished and had to report my lunch to a senior for weeks. Of course, I couldn’t tell my mother so I had to cook up fantastic lies about how delicious meals I didn’t eat, were.

Igbobi College taught me many things outside the classroom. Of course,  just that it was after I graduated that I became aware of the lessons.

Created for a destined purpose, the enemy swooped in and took the purpose away, leading to devastation and corruption and perversion and desolation and other bad -ion words you can think of. But in a manner that can only be described as favour, the school was restored to its original owners, for the purpose of fulfilling purpose, and entering destiny. Glory! And though the return to destiny came, it began with a struggle on the inside, battling the standards that were against the purpose for the school and combating elements of the old order still existent. That did not come till 2006 when all the students left in the school were purely mission students.

I think it puts the whole journey of man into perspective, although it doesn’t and can never quite compare. Our whole story from Adam to us at is like that. We were destined for the highest seat in eternity and called to be companions of the Majesty on High. How good is that? But the enemy came and fell us with one bite. Haha! Snake bite or bite of fruit?

And Jesus came to restore that lost destiny. People are tapping into it, glory! Daily the number grows and the enemy is confounded. What trips me is not Jesus coming down in total humility and obedience to the extreme. That’s huge. But what really gets me is that He’s constantly Hoseaing His way into hearts, purchasing hearts that were created by and for Him. He redeemed what was already His and bought us back to Himself for a price that can never be topped. And we were already His.

Oh. Such love. It will take me years and years and years to get there. It will require constant walking and working, loving and faithing. It will require pressing into, and losing every bit of self I carry. It will require constant warring with the flesh. It will require a yoke of humility in a world where pride is the way up.

But every time I see in my spirit the Lord hanging on that cross, I know I must press on. I know that is all I need: love. I know the end is gonna be worth the pressing, the dying to self, the faith-walk, the loving, the humility. Oh, I’m raring to go.

I want to press on, because the ultimate reality that the Lord God Almighty loves me so so so much, to pay for my redemption with the highest price available, even though He already owns me, has set in. And I just want to get in His embrace all my life.

He loves me. His love is the death and resurrection of me. His love is my life.

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