Yesterday as I was leaving Kisementi, I got into a random taxi because I was angry, I had waited for someone for over 2 hours and I couldn’t take it any longer as this person refused to even take my calls.
At the back of the taxi, there sat a man about 7ft 15′ clad in a black suit with a voice like thunder loud and clear.
As the taxi sped off towards the Capital city, the guy in the back sit asked someone to pray for the journey. “Can anyone pray for our short journey” he said amidst the silence that had married the vicinity of the taxi.
He then introduced himself as Pastor Alex and he kept on asking someone/anyone to pray for the journey to seek God’s mercy until the conductor told him to make the prayer.
Here is the thing, I attended Catholic schools mostly, I was even an alter server (the guy that helps the priest up there) and I know many prayers. But everytime I felt like taljng on the prayer, something stopped me, a sudden fear filled my heart and I just couldn’t do it and no one in the taxi was brave enough to take that prayer.
Probably we all were afraid of being associated with a street preacher, or we feared that the old men at the front would laugh at as they did at the Pastor.
In life we are to afraid to associate ourselves with anything that we think will compromise our lifestyle. We say we are living yet we are simply keeping up appearance, and pleasing strangers.
But first let me pose the question;
Would you take the prayer in the taxi if asked to?