CROSS-OVER TWILIGHT

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 CROSS-OVER TWILIGHT

By Anuma Maxwell

"...some evils would befall us, some plans would prove futile; all these can prompt the question: abi I no pray wella for cross-over night ni...?"


Religiousity or spirituality aside, there is this belief as a typical African that the beginning and end of a thing or situation determines the result of such thing. Little wonder, a typical African hands over any project at the early stage to the hands of the supreme deity.

Cross-over night most especially in Nigeria has over the years cut across religious line, where at the last night of the year, the faithful gather at their various religious houses to thank the supreme deity for the year ending and to hand over the new year to the supreme deity.

But then, experience have thought that the calendar year comes with its own challenges devoid of whatsoever prayers or offering made. Shall we then ask, does the supreme deity neglect some of our prayers?

Challenges would hit us up, some evils would befall us, some plans would prove futile; all these can prompt the question: "abi I no pray wella for cross-over night ni...?"; Truth be told, no prayer is actually wasted, and God's ways are not our ways, and his thoughts are not our thoughts. He can answer in three ways... Yes (you need it); No (you don't need it); wait (it's not yet time).

Unless we understand this and try to fathom the mystery of the supreme deity, we would keep loosing the mark, and our cross over twilight would seem to be in futility.

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