The ink was always in abundance. All I had to do was dip my quill and scribble the script from chapter to chapter. It was the best script ever, written by the wisest person ever. It became a daily routine ~ writing my own story. I was the quill and the quill holder at the same time. The “life that God gave me each morning” acted as the ink and the “world” was the book I wrote on.
I populated the chapters daily and it was amazing. The script was filled with self-gratification and aggrandizement of my own “achievements” which made me feel superior. The brain took snaps of every moment, activity and “achievement” that I made. Apart from writing the chapters, the snaps also existed in my mind. I did not always need the book for me to meditate on the greatness that I had gained over the years. Everywhere I went I had with me every single bit of the story. Everything was superb.
Things, however, turned upside down when I met the greatest script writer. It happened that even my script was at His fingertips. When I had just met Him, I was confident and really wanted to share with Him the skill that I had inherited from my forefathers – “script writing.” I was surprised to hear Him telling me that He was the author of my life. That was when I had to look back, now with my eyes having seen the truth. I was astonished at how chaotic my story had been. It was the worst script that had ever been written. I could not help but feel guilty about my reckless actions. The pain was aggravated when I realized that I could not erase what I had written. For the first time I realized the right definition of the word “world”. It was not the physical world but was the minds of those who dwelt in the world. So, imagine how it feels having the most scary picture of you registered in the minds of people? I regretted my reckless actions!
The snaps in my mind kept recurring, reminding me of the now traumatizing chapters I had written in the past. The ink was the life given to me each day and we all know that we can’t travel back and live in the past. There was no way I could undo the script.
The Man introduced me to the truth and I abandoned my own script to follow His which was the best; full of grace, forgiveness and salvation. Now I became the quill, God became the quill holder and the world remained the book. A new life in salvation began and the blood of Christ was able to erase the chapters I had written. The snaps in my mind went away as the Holy Spirit helped me to have the mind of Christ (Philippians 2:1-8). As I read the book of Romans chapter 8:9,
You, however, are not in the realm of the flesh but are in the realm of the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit of God lives in you. And if anyone does not have the Spirit of Christ, they do not belong to Christ. (NIV)
I had to pray and fast so that I could understand how to surrender it all to God for Him to control all aspects of my life. It was a difficult journey. Countless times I said I had given God full control but ended up doing things on my own accord. The fear of being condemned ended when I understood Romans 8: 1-2:
Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit who gives life has set you free from the law of sin and death. (NIV)
It was such great joy to now understand that the cross had made me free from sin. All I had to do was give my life to Christ and the Holy Spirit would help me from then onwards. It was such great joy to realize that there was hope for the broken in Christ. The book of John chapter 4:13-14,
Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”
This makes it clear that the joy, peace and life that stream from Christ is eternal. This source will never run dry unless we uproot ourselves from it.
Hitherto, I will say that since I knew the author of my life I have never tried to write my own script or sustain my desires without getting guidance from Him.
Just as the Samaritan woman bid her townsmen, “Come, see a man who told me everything I ever did. Could this be the Messiah?”… I am also calling you to come and see this man, Christ, who changed my life. He is my beautifier. He took away my shame and my pain, and made my life beautiful. I thought I was free until I met Him, for it was then that I understood the true meaning of freedom. (John 8:32 ~“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”)
The Samaritans who came to see Christ also had something to say (John 4:42),
They said to the woman, “We no longer believe just because of what you said; now we have heard for ourselves, and we know that this man really is the Savior of the world.”
Now I bid you to come. Come and see Him by yourself. Come so that you too can tell your own story about His goodness and reckless love.
Lennox Kahati