by By Philip Gitau
I once drove a car to 220kph. Please don’t tell NTSA.
I was in Lewis Hamilton’s Formula 1 zone.
For a couple of minutes it was like a space voyage, quite surreal.
Then I remembered tales of how Baba Kibet and Mama Kibet went under an OTC bus. They were family friends 30 years ago. Kina Kibet, the orphaned.
Sin is as a speedy, thrilling and often comfortable ride. But it has battered many under its final mangled wreckage.
Yes, you can live in its ecstatic throws and it’s massaging waves. It’s ‘sinsational’.
Yet it has a sure paycheck. It pays by outer darkness. Often a subtle, but sure slide into the full pay day. Thankfully, mercifully, God gives us many warning signs and speed bumps to save us from the final crash.
Don’t raise the hand in haste to forsake sin. Take a seat. Jesus told us to think about it.
Pick your Casio, count the cost. Do the math, balance the accounts of saying no. No to self-gratification. No to the Oohs, aahs and #Hahahas.
Take a seat. It will be a two-seater. The Holy Spirit always attends this ‘Cost Accounting’ sitting.
He’s ready to embolden you and give you real, lasting ecstasy: Peace, joy, rest… if you desire righteousness, even when you’ve lived in 200kph recklessness.
Take a seat. Count the cost. If you have desire, then you have help.
#CountTheCost
