If I Were a Gift at Christmas: I Would be a Little Light Bulb


“Thinking Thoughts”
If I were a gift at Christmas, I would be a little light bulb to shine a light around people in this doggone troubled world, who do not have anybody to give them gifts this Christmas, while others are receiving lavishly. I would shine a light so bright that they would put aside their woes and lay their sorrows at the Compassionate Savior’s feet and hum the tune of the great 17th Century hymn, “Come ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish, come to the mercy seat fervently kneel…earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.” But I would not stop there.

I would sail to The Gambia where a volatile situation of dictatorship, war and destruction lurks. I would shine a light around the executive residence of President Yahya Jammeh and make him reflect on the 14 year civil war in Liberia and the repercussions. I would sing the song, “O God our help in ages past, our hope for years to come. Our shelter from the stormy blast and our defense is sure.” I would ask if Yahya’s defense would be sure in time of a stormy blast from ECOWAS, AU and The Hague. But I would not stop there.

I would move quickly to the DR Congo where people were shot at for standing up their rights because President Joseph Kabila has chosen to disregard the gubernatorial ordinance of the country and refused to step down after it was clear he should exit. I would shine the same light from The Gambia for him to see reason to end the standoff and heed to the voices of the masses. But I would not stop there

I would soberly and solemnly approach the graves of Ebola victims on the Robertsfield highway and shine a bright light around the headstones of those poor souls. I would say a prayer with the assurance that while their headstones may depict their remains have been consumed by Mother Earth, they are resting peacefully in the bosom of Father Abraham. I would hum the hymn, “God be with you till we meet again. In his arms securely hold you, in his counsel…God be with you till we meet again.” But I would not stop there.

I would visit the JFK Hospital which, though a government hospital, there is information that exorbitant fees are charged poor citizens who have nobody to defray the costs of their treatment; where the wards are everything besides 100 percent convenient for patients who lay there wishing and craving that God would intervene and pull them through. I would shine a light from room to room, bed to bed as I sing the hymn, “What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and grief to bear. What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer.” But I would not stop there.

I would proceed to River Cess County, to my little town across the majestic Cestos River. I would shine a light around that village populated with people living in abject poverty with children naked, barefooted, and dying from curable diseases because of the absence of healthcare. I would shine a light so bright that the anguished villagers would, just because of the birth of Christ, forget the angst of living a 5th Century life in the 21st Century. I would leave them with a new version of the hymn “Rock of ages, cleft for us. Let us hide ourselves in thee…”

As I return to Monrovia, I would stop by the headquarters of various political parties to shine a light that would be so bright that it would uncover the greed, ineptitude, bigotry, treachery, and deceit they have schemed so far, to woo voters. The light would blind so-called political leaders who are surreptitiously poised to become standard bearers just to milk the juice out of Mama Liberia again and consume fabulously. The light would remind them that come 2017, they should advise their supporters that the people of Liberia would not tolerate any forms of chicaneries and shenanigans that would lead to conflict and increased suffering. I would sing the first stanza of the song, “O Master let me walk with thee, in lowly path…” But I would not stop there.

I will finally soar to orphanages where widows and children made orphans by Ebola are barely surviving. I would simply surrender myself as a gift for them to have a little light in their lives at least for once. I would then sing for them with all my mind, body and soul, the greatest hymn in history:
Joy to the world, the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.
Joy to the world, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as, the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders, of His love.


I am simply thinking thoughts

About the author: The Rivercess man, Mwalimu-Mku Moses Blonkanjay Jackson, is a triple Ivy League product, and a Jesuit protégé. Mwalimu-Mku Jackson previously served the Government of Liberia for four years as World Bank Project Consultant, and Assistant Minister for Teacher Education. The River Cess man can be contacted at +231 886 681 315/+231 770 206 645


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