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(Subtle praises of men)

Graced and endowed, beautifully decorated, admired by all. An embodiment of divine wisdom. Like an oracle of God, Men sort to hear me speak.  Terrifying the kingdom of darkness and casting down imaginations was my mandate as a true soldier if the cross. Like a wall of brass, I was never shaken and unbreakable.  

   Then, subtlety crept in, the mother of deceit. The songs of my achievements and accomplishments was sang everywhere. Subtly, the men praisers sang melodiously of me and like an arrow their praises pierced through my heart to my sub consciousness. Then I forgot Him that endowed me and like Nebuchadnezzar I said to myself “are all these not the great achievements of my hands?”
    Overwhelmed by the mother of deceit, I despised the secret place of the most high and I thought the shadow of the almighty was only a refugee camp for weaklings, so I despised the shadow of the almighty, I trusted in human wits and my past achievements rather than trust in God the giver of wits and achievements, I trusted in the praises of men. So, I became vulnerable to the predators. Carried away by praises, I despised grace and then came disgrace.
   “How are the mighty fallen and the weapons of war destroyed” then the subtle and noisome songs of praises I trusted in seized, the men praisers suddenly became dumb. My firm failed and so it became my shame. The pinnacle on which I built my trust crashed then my beauty and wisdom was despised.
   “Pride indeed, goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall” and “Beauty is vain, but a woman that fears the Lord shall be praised. Never desire beauty and praises except you fear the Lord.
     I call subtle Praises of men and trust in human “The mother of deceit” it gives birth to pride and pride when it is matured, destroys the man who nurtures it.
   Be careful when men praise you, they give birth to pride and pride gives birth to destruction.

                            Written by:
Omai, Oluchi Sylvanus

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