There was a certain man in a far country who was well known for his intrepidity in battle. His name was Okunyanyi. His fame spread far and wide and his name was on the lips of both the common and the noble inhabitants. His achievements earned him admiration among the aristocrats of the land and His Majesty the King. Folklore had that he was planning to face the ultimate battle against the ruler of the underworld in an unspecified location. He was indeed a legend.
One day the king called the Council of statesmen to discuss how to either cheat or defeat Death who was their archenemy.
After protracted consultations, an aged Senator stood up and said, “Long live the King! I stand here to propose that we send Okunyanyi to spearhead this onerous campaign. I have had rumours that he has trained his eyes on the ruler of the underworld. With Okunyanyi, do not need to cheat him, we must vanquish him.”
There and then the Council agreed to invite Okunyanyi so that he could be given marching orders. He was instructed to only fight Death and no other foe. But there was one hurdle: No one knew either how Death or ruler of the underworld looked like. Some believed that Death and the Ruler of the underworld was one person. Others believed that they were two different persons tarrying in the same place; the Netherworld. Others believed the Netherworld was in the Northern Lands.
Okunyanyi marched through the gate of the Kingdom as he led the gallant soldiers in search of Death.
They marched in flank towards the Northern Lands.
Downhill they descended.
Uphill they ascended.
They took twists and took turns.
They rested and jested.
They wined and dined as they went.
They sang and danced, as they psyched themselves in readiness to face the most dreaded enemy. They went through caves and canyons.
Suddenly came to a black, wide ocean. An endless ocean. There were no boats on the vicinity. It was uncharacteristically calm. There they sat and then stood, and then set in array.
The silence was loud. They looked at one another with terror written all over their faces.
They soon started to mourn, so that they could attract Death. It was believed that mourning was sweet music to Death.
As they continued, a creature looking like a warthog approached. It had yellow eyes and invisible flies buzzing around it. Okunyanyi charged forth and hurled his spear. The creature ducked and cried out loud, “I am not Death, I am just a Comatose.”
Several creatures passed by, some looking disgusting, others utterly terrifying, but none admitted to being Death, and none was hit.
Finally, the troop was exhausted. They could not fight anymore. They had failed to locate Death and exterminate him. They decided to go back and find out clear descriptions of Death before they come back.
When they arrived back in their Kingdom, the King was furious. He ordered Okunyanyi be decimated that very evening. As the order was being carried out, a strange voice was heard from the dark forest of the Northern Lands shouting, “Now you can join me foolish Okunyanyi.”
Our enemies are not fellow humans
If you asked any grizzled and old salt marine what they are cut out for, he or she will resoundingly say, “Two things; fight and get ready to fight.” This brings us to the next question; ‘who is our enemy?’ The enemy is Satan and not humans. We destroy relationships fighting fellow humans instead fighting the real gorgon. Do you know what you are fighting? Are you blaming other humans for your misfortunes and miserableness?
“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.”
Ephesians 6:12 (NIV)
“Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.”
1 Peter 5:8 (NIV)
May the peace and grace of the Lord Jesus Christ be with you. May you know the overflowing love and grace He has for you. No weapon formed against you shall prosper and every tongue that rises against you shall be shown to be in the wrong, for this is the heritage of the saints of the Lord.
Always be vigilant and observant. Put on your armour, praying always and have his praise continually on your lips. God is good! and his Mercy endures forever. Amen.