Sons In The Garden

As we refer to men and women as ‘man’ in science, please permit me to use the term ‘sons’ to represent both sons and daughters…

Sons aren’t servants.

Sons aren’t guests/visitors.

Sons are sons; children of their father.

At home, whenever we’re going to host a guest, we (the children) begin to run around to put things together, fix the place up real nice and get something good to offer our guest(s). When he/she is done and leaves, we clear things up and stick around for like… forever!

When a family discussion holds, visitors don’t get involved.

Nobody pays us for such services though we work for a lifetime. If we were servants, we’d expect our pay/salary but as sons, we await our inheritance though we’re still being taken care of. Servants can just do anyhow and get the boot but as sons, we stay through it all till the end (though we get some proper spanking).

So, we are concerned about what concerns our father and our family. We’re at the forefront of the battles and the first on our knees for our family’s sake.

I always told my friends in secondary school that I and only I could make fun of my brother and no one else and I meant it. I had no real tolerance for anyone outside my family talking about us.

This situation is quite similar to most of us. It’s very much applicable to us as the church, as a nation and any other association.

We don’t wash our dirty linens in public. We accept one another with all we've got and try to live peacefully. We cover our nakedness and stand as one for our family.

Fix the sons, fix the families.

Fix the families, fix the society.

When the man is made complete, the world falls into place.

We all are sons in the garden, we work together and we’re there for each other.

But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God. (John 1:12)