Many of us have fallen victims of being sent on an errand by our parents only to get carried away by other things and forget the message we were sent.
A boy was sent by his hungry father to urgently buy him food from a restaurant. On his way going, he was in hurry because of the urgency of the Assignment.
However, on his way back, he stumbled on where his mates were playing football. He slowed down, began to watch, gradually slowing down until he finally stopped. He watched for a while and got carried away. He became interested, and indicated interest in playing, he was invited.
He left the food in care of some unknown person and entered the pitch. He forgot the Assignment completely and played his heart out.
He became the man of the game, scored goals, dribbled opponents, created chances, and changed the tide of the entire game.
When night came, the owner of the ball picked it up. It was time for everyone to go home; to go back to their parents, the game was over!
Everyone left, 'our friend' remembered for the first time that he was actually sent to buy food by an hungry father.
He went to where he kept the food, it was already eaten by goats, "but I kept this food with some persons here now", he lamented. But no one was there to answer him.
He picked up the plates, but was no longer happy. All the excitement of the game disappeared, the people clapping for him were all gone, the opponents he was struggling to beat were all gone, the ball itself was gone, time was gone too, those selling food were equally gone. He couldn't go to buy another food even if he had the money.
Regrets took over him; he sluggishly walked home with tears of sorrow and regrets hiding in the dark.
When people saw him, they queried why he was crying and hiding in the dark with empty plates!
HE LEFT WITH CLEAN PLATES FULL OF EXCITEMENT, BUT RETURNED WITH SAME EMPTY PLATES, NOW STAINED AND FULL OF REGRETS.
When passersby asked him, "Why can't you go home?" He replied, "My father will beat me." He realized the implications of a wasted time. So sad, so late.
Food for thought; We have a Home and a Father to return to after Leaving here on earth.
Don't be distracted from your mission; don't rejoice when people clap for you while doing the wrong things. They will be gone when the game is over, and you will have to face your Father all alone to give account.
Avoid Distractions, avoid a wasted life. We are sent here for an assignment, the Father is waiting..., when the night comes, the game will be over, and the owner of the ball will pick it and go, the crowd that clapped for you will disappear. We'll be left alone to go back and give account of how we spent our life.```
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