As a little boy,i loved throwing stones.one day, i
stoned mum's hen/chick and it died!
i looked to make sure no one was watching.then
i noticed that my sister saw.
"give me #100 or i tell mum!" i begged her.
the next day,mum said to my sister,"go and
wash
those plates".she immediately replied, "bro.
precious said he will do it" she came to me and
said, "do you remember the chick you killed?so
go nd do it!" i sadly obeyed.
the next day, my mum again said,"go and fetch
water". she replied, "he said he will do it". she
came to me and said,"u have to do it!"
i obey sadly.
the next day, mum again said,"go to the market
and get some foodstuffs". she replied,"he said
he will go".she came to me nd reminded me
again.this time,i had had enough.i went to
mum and told her,
"i killed the chick".
surprisingly,mum embraced me,"THE DAY U
KILLED THE CHICK I SAW U FROM THE WINDOW
AND HOW IT MADE U UR SISTER'S SLAVE!"
this is a perfect description of what we
experience as sinner!
