In My Father’s Image
Some weeks ago, I paid a special visit to my parents in Badagry and it was an awesome time. Besides being free from the hassles and pollution associated with the crowded part of Lagos, I learned a most wonderful lesson I would like to share with you.
Every morning in the three-day holiday, I watched my parents, closely as they conversed, laughed, ate and even did little things like answering a minute phone call. I took in every flicker of the eye, their secret love language and admired their companionable silence. As I watched my father chat with his sweetheart in his usual boisterous manner, I saw a reflection of myself in him.
And not only mine, I was amazed at the fact that I could see traces of everyone of my eight siblings both in dad and mum. Traces that stared at me even in the minutest details such that you wouldn’t need a DNA test to ascertain our paternity.
I asked myself…If I could be a reflection of my earthly father, how much more should I be a spitting image of my heavenly ONE? The bible says “we r made in HIS image”, How much of HIM do I exude? Can people look at me and see JESUS? Do I laugh like HIM, talk like HIM, and walk like HIM? Or am I just a visitor in HIS home with no form of resemblance whatever?
This reminds me of a song I learned while in the youth choir. It tells clearly the mind of God concerning how His children should look like. It reads “I love you my children and I want you to be, a radiant reflection, a living image of ME”.
I have made up my mind to be like Christ in every way. So when next you see me, don’t be surprised if you see some changes. I carry Jesus’ DNA. I am His beloved son, in whom He is well pleased.