#6. “Lord, what do You want me to do?”
Over the weekend, Accra was hit by a terrifying gas explosion at the Atomic junction roundabout which is one of the busiest in the city. There’s a boys senior high school, several churches, storey buildings, residences and stores in that densely populated area. So when the explosion occurred, there was fear, panic and a sense of desperation from those at the scene and those of us who live in other neighbourhoods.
I was making the terrified calls to make sure my friends were okay (as well as cussing out Mark Zuckerburg for the lack of a safety button for African tragedies) and sitting safe at home. Then a friend of mine decided she was going to help distribute relief items. My immediate reaction? “Sit your butt down. You’re not going anywhere.”
I didn’t tell her that; I kept my fears to myself, told her to be careful then prayed the night away. Then she went out and gave as many victims as she could reach, items like water and blankets…..and a shoulder to cry on.
Whilst I sat home, snug, safe and dry,
I didn’t give my lack of action a lot of thought that Saturday; I figured I would do more harm than good anyway.
But it did niggle at me on Sunday morning, as I sat in my pew and listened to the sermon. I wondered about the victims of the explosion; I wondered about their children and how they are faring; I wondered if they will get the psychological counselling they need to get past this tragedy.
I wondered what I was doing in church whilst there were people who had suffered an awful incident and needed my help – no matter how small or seemingly insignificant.
It was the first time in a long time that I sat in church and wondered whether I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I stayed til the end of mass, then called my friend who told me not to worry about it; that she understood; and that next time, she’ll override my fears and drag me along so I could help out.
And as we spoke I felt a deep calm wash over my fretful soul and I knew my decision to be more of a do-er in times of need was something my Papa God approved of and would hold me to in the near future.
In the restlessness of my spirit I found resolution and courage; where did you find God today?