LOVE IS THE STORY, OKECHUKWU CHIDOLUO VITUS

A STORY OF LOVE I was a teacher and brother,
both seem as if I was the teacher and the mother
of the children that I have the opportunity of being
trained in the schools for. I became a teacher
because of love of care and passing of knowledge.
Yet, one day I was blessed with the sermon that I
have heard in my life for many years but that day I
cried. It is a good thing that after years of being in
the schools of life that I have the privilege of
having my master’s degrees all in education and I
can at least say to all that I have an ambition as a
trained teacher. It will not be the first time I am
teaching and it shall not indeed be the end of
teaching for it was the love of teaching that
compels me to be a teacher. I had seen people
who are teacher but I have not accepted that there
are wicked teachers. I did believe when I was in
the primary that all teachers were wicked. They
thought me so bad. They came with stick, the
sweet stick but in the end I found out those were
the trials of love of a mother who did not want her
child to believe that going astray is the best way to
life and living. I am a teacher at Saint Michael’s
primary school Onitsha. It happened that pupils are
allowed to tell one story every Thursday to lift up
their moral standards and life. Yet, to this day that
changed the parent teachers and pupil’s life for
good was the simple story that we all have heard
many a time. A young girl stood up from her seat.
She was probably six years old. She had told me
that her father wanted her out of the school
because the school forbids children talking to each
other about Jesus. The owner of the school did not
desire the children to be too Holy that they can
perform their duties as good citizens of the
country. To this day I decided to hear her story
which I have already figured it will be one of the
useless stories of the bible that her father and
mother used to tell but I was disappointed, as she
entered the stage with a cross. A wooden cross
that seems like the one that Jesus carried, there
was quietness in the school.
The Head Teacher was amazed like all of us as the
story was unfolding even when there was no voice.
As she set her cross with her on her
shoulders than she began to speak the words that
will force the whole parents compel the head
teacher to get her bible teacher to teach their
children every Thursday. I have the opportunity to
have heard the words of God directly from her
father who took time to explain the bible to me and
I was not changed a bit. I told myself that the
useless man has done it again as he used to speak
to others about Jesus. I was blind and could not
understand. I have ear that does not work. She
opened her mouth and the sweet message began
to fall out. She had a lovely voice and I wished I
had gotten married and had a daughter like her. I
wished I had married Modester and had had my
children. God knows I was not the fool. I was his
child. I met her while I was still in school doing
my practice to becoming a good teacher. She told
the whole school the birth of Jesus to the suffering
Jesus on the cross. She carried the cross and had
to fall three time just like Jesus to which the head
teacher began to weep. We the teacher did not
know she was crying but we saw a remarkable
change in her which was not there before. She even
went to become the Veronica to clean her face.
She was no longer surprised when she told her the
words of Jesus to not to weep for him but to weep
for her self and others. I did not cry openly. I
believed I am a man but I was truly bleeding
inside. I could not hold the joy that was making to
smile. Se was my Jesus. Jesus could come in any
form. I told my self that when I had a child the first
thing to do is to give the child Jesus. I will try to
tell this child about Jesus. This child is not worthy
to be born if I cannot give him Jesus, the sweetest
things he can have in his life. Since then, my life
has changed for good. I was not giving Jesus to
every one who neither cared to listen nor did not
care to listen. I simply gave Jesus to all whether
they want to listen or not. The Jesus who died for
our sins simply gave His life, he did not ask
whether we are interested to accept Him or not. He
did it for love. Soon as the story was about to
come to an end, she lay the cross on the ground
and lay on it. She said it was over, the words of
my master and savior before he was crucified. She
was not dead but I felt her message. She was alive
for us all to love Jesus. It was as the story came
to an end that I was able to remember the title of
the story she gave to us: A STORY OF LOVE. Yes,
yes, were the words that I could repeat again and
again to the hearing of people. They wondered why
I was saying yes. I was accepting that Jesus got a
daughter in the hollow of his hands. I found out
that little things you cant belied can move you as
this story from the little girl can turn my life
around. It has already happen and the rest is a
story. When I look at what the good God is doing
in the lives of His children I cannot fail but to thank
Him for making life better and better for us. It was
when I became a primary school teacher that I was
able to feel the pain that parents go through taking
care of children. The y made me talk the whole
day. It is either they are quarreling over one toy that
the school got for them or they are crying over
what the teacher could not understand. They would
all desire to go out of the class at the same time
which is not good. When I look at those times and
in my life and the things that being with the
children had brought to my life, I learn the lessons
of patience that money can not buy. I learnt that
God uses many aspects of lives to train His own
children. I did not know that without beating nor
any form of learning that I shall be humbled and
yet, I was. It was not only me and the school who
were bleeding inside. She called us to accept
Jesus again and this time I did with a sincere heart
and I was not forced to do so. The parents
stood up with the teachers who were already crying
and were truly happy for the first time in the record
of the school as long as I could understand and
see. The pupils cried too and gave their lives to
Jesus. Soon the school starts getting interesting.
The spirit of disobedience seemed to have left the
children they started doing well in assignment and
exams and start going to competitions and quiz
and were wining them. One of the parents gave her
life completely to God and would not do anything
to make Him sad again with her. I did the same
thing that day secretly but I was not the same
person who came to the school that day as I was
going home that day. I kept telling this story all
over again because what we teacher could not for
the pupils with punishment, the story of love did it
in a twinkling of an eye. I felt disappointed at first
but the spirit of God whom I accepted touched my
hearts to accept the things I could not change as
an act of God and make the good things of life
better and I found myself teaching the story of love
to everyone. I gave it to all whether the person
cared or not. And I brought families back to the
throne of grace of God who truly loved them. Jesus
met me with the story of love and I did not know
the time or the hour that he will meet you but he is
still doing something new and will catch every
stubborn hearts soon.