I've finally decided after 10 whole years of being in Jesus that it was time for me to become a true student of the Old Testament. I've shied away for Leviticus, Numbers Ezekiel and the like for far too long. It's time to take the bull by its horn. I'll still get my "heart pumping" through Jesus scriptures in the NT but my focus for the next three months (June, July and August) will be to get my head (and heart) around God's word before Jesus. Let's hope I last the journey...
It was a normal working day on a hot and usually dusty afternoon in Yaounde when I got the call to come and collect my Visa for my upcoming trip to Italy. I was elated. It had been 17 years since I had last seen my foster aunts and cousins. I was beside myself. I distinctly remember my trip back to wish my father goodbye and how emotional I was because I knew that somehow I will not see him for a long while. I remember the bus trip back to Yaounde and how surreal it all felt (especially since there was a job interview lined up in Munich). Me on the bus (in the middle of nowhere) on my way back to Yaounde. Clearly I was too excited to sleep (like someone next to me). I was already missing my lovely Cameroon. On the news, the coronavirus (covid-19) was beginning to show its ugly head in Italy and various other neighbouring countries. My aunt even told me to postpone my trip, but it was too late. I was already packed. Don't mess with a black man and his luggage! Me, mysel...
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