FREE YOUR NECK

I was thinking this morning.... about necklaces. Do you know that there are different types of necklaces in the world?

To the rich and famous, the mention of necklace will remind them of L’Incomparable. Boasting a rose gold setting, 90 white diamonds and one of the largest internally flawless yellow gemstones ever seen, L’Incomparable is the most expensive necklace in the world, and it can be yours for a hefty US $60 million.

To the mob and those we call 'Jaguda' or 'Boma' in Warri, necklace is the rubber tyre filled with petrol they put around a victim's chest and arms, when they want to carry out extra-judicial executions.This is one necklace no one should wear.

Last week, when I read the story of how an elk (of the deer family) in Colorado USA was freed from a car tyre stuck around its neck for two years, it dawned on me that some necklaces may be worn inadvertently. It is believed that the animal may have worn this 'tyre necklace' while trying to reach for food to survive by putting its head in a tall stack of tyres left abandoned somewhere and picked one up by accident. The poor animal moved around with the 16kg weight on its neck for two years. Wow!

As I thought about it, I observed a parallel with many. The economy collapsed, things got tough and prices of food shot up including beans, ordinary beans (can you imagine?). In order to survive, many have gone borrowing, not realising that debt is like a tyre necklace. It is heavy, ugly and uncomfortable.

There are others who their survival instincts drove to join a cult group. Now, they are stuck with a tyre necklace weighing down their necks. Man must wack, man must survive, I know but a tyre necklace is too expensive a price to pay. It only takes a small fire from a match stick to light up the tyre and consume your life. If you must wear an expensive necklace, please wear L’Incomparable.

Like the elk, please get restless and break that yoke, the tyre necklace, from your neck (Genesis 27:40).

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

......Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey