Once upon a time the peoples of the earth grew too prosperous.
They became fed up of and puffed up at Divine Provision and Generosity, so much so that they sent God a mail, offering to pay Him whatever they owed. In their confidence, they asked for an energy bill to cover electricity, water and gas resources.
And so, a Utility bill descended from the clouds.
So they wrote cheques, and then, all the money in all bank vaults worldwide went up in flames of payment.
Next they offered shiploads of bullion- gold, diamond and platinum, and the winds swept all the stones and metals like a flurry of petals given wings by the night breeze.
Panic set in, but they wouldn’t dare lose and God must be paid!
Garage doors flung open, Limos, Bentleys, Lamborghinis, Ferraris, and Rolls-Royces sped out onto expressways in the air. And then, they were all gone. A million machines rode into the heavens.
Suddenly, the seas swelled, energised by an expedient errand, entered and eroded estates and edifices, seizing skyscrapers, carting away condominiums.
Almighty God was getting paid!
The women’s hearts broke as their ‘best friends’ jilted them, unclasping their lustrous arms from their fair necks – and the men suddenly had lighter wrists as vanishing Rolexes caused an emaciation of their chunky egos.
Then, it dawned on them, man couldn’t pay God.
The arrogant assembly lifted frightened fallen faces skyward, staring at the undeflated Bill………but God was still getting paid.
They back stepped in tears, as all leather and cotton went back to the womb from where they came- the words of God.
….then the little one appeared with a big smile. She daintily stepped close to the billowing Bill, then held the frills of her little dress, curtsying, she uttered in a voice a little above a whisper “thank you LORD””.
The Utility bill rolled back into the skies. The grateful heart in the words of a little girl paid God.
Psalm 50:12-14 –If I were hungry, I would not tell you: for the world is mine, and the fullness thereof. Will I eat the flesh of bulls, or drink the blood of goats? Offer unto God thanksgiving: and pay thy vows unto the most high.
KUNLE OMOPE.
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