What I do every day?
From when the alarm ⏰ blare at 5am
To when the dark theme kicks in to send the subtle signal of the end of a day.
All I do is fight!
Not that I win all the time, but I fight.
Win some, lose some.
And I live to fight another day.
Joseph did same
In a prison heavily policed
The dream in his head outweighing the shackles of chains in his reality.
He wakes up every day to war
It’s not a war with inmates
Yes they were in on the out world, but you’ll be wrong to call them mates if you see into him
Through this fetters bound feet, shear wall, iron bars and sealed ceiling. He yet could see the Light leading on.
The light is why he fights every single day
The war is either to plunge in and accept how he sees himself on the inside or to accept the reality of what he could see with his retina.
“Hey, prisoners! You eat to exist” shouted the mean warder.
The words never get on Joseph’s inside.
His core from rot safeguarded.
Knowing that the world was made from the Word, so he guarded his world with His Word.
He had his heart locked up where the decay of the environment cannot contaminate.
He knew not to pay attention to every word.
But to pay careful attention to every word that comes from His mouth.
He’ll wake up every day with hope in his heart even though the walls are closing in on him.
As sure as the sunrise is, so also is his belief in the dream of his heart.
How does one protect so much virtue in the epicentre of corruption?
How does one keep up when all around shows nothing to fight for?
How does one hang on when all to show for is pains in loops?
Flashes of hope, glimpses of life as a free man gone so fast as soon as it comes when the butler will not remember him.
He couldn’t even scheme his way out of the lockup.
Potiphar will not take a look at his case.
He’s doomed to die in this mess!
He’s fighting to stay afloat, knowing if his dream dies he himself is of no use.
It’s a fight you see in Jo when you lift the veil.
When you look behind the curtain of activities, those are fights and wars you’ll glimpse.
And one day, Jo came out of prison.
He’d slept a prisoner a night earlier.
On the morning side of the night, the day broke
Chains were broken and prison clothes were taken off him
He’d asked why and heard the king sent for him.
Tears welled up in his eyes in gratitude.
Not just gratitude for what has happened, but gratitude for the opportunity.
Yet he knew there’s but some war left for him to battle.
When called upon he must have answers.
So he called unto his Deep
“Now is the moment come, that I’ve been called to serve the throne!
When the question is asked, let the answer be from You; My Source!
That the spoil of this war be not ascribed to me, but unto you who kept my core unbroken through the turmoil and the travail of prison labour”
So God heard him
At sunset, he became the prime minister of Egypt.
On request, Potiphar was made to lead the guard of honour
His story of abuse of power to be discussed on another day.
So Joseph ascended the throne, but the fight continues.
He’s now out of prison, but the fight to perpetually keep prison out of him is endless.
The success you see overnight is not a result of overnight labour.
There is ‘Joseph’ in all of us.
Whether they will become the Prime Minister is a function of how we take these fights.
Fights to keep us out of prison and more importantly to keep prison out of us.
It doesn’t matter whether we inherited the battle or we earned it by our doing.
The goal is to keep fighting, more importantly on the in-side.
The body can be enslaved, but no one can capture your soul without your consent.
From the place of victory won for you; Fight on!