GOD WOULD NEVER DO THAT, INEC DID

By Akin Ojumu

Those who callously and recklessly attribute to God Bala Blu’s declaration as the “winner” of the fraudulent presidential election know nothing about God.

Anyone who has even the foggiest idea about God’s character, would never dare ascribe to Him the violent robbery of the fundamental rights of the people to elect the leader of their choice.

God is not a cheat; He doesn’t rig elections for anyone. God is not a fraudster; He doesn’t fabricate and falsify election results. God keeps His word and would never break His promise.

It can never be God, when you judge people not by the content of their character but by the ethnic group from which they came and the native dialect of their forefathers. 

It is certainly not God when you vow, “this man shall not rule over us,” simply because his first name is Chuckuma and his last name is Akabueze.

God is too pure and cannot tolerate wrongdoing. He will not wink at treachery and remain silent while the wicked swallow up those more righteous than themselves. God does not confer favor upon those whose hearts are filled with wickedness.

You shall not take the name of the LORD God in vain, for the LORD will not hold him guiltless who takes His name in vain.

You’d be wise to cease from besmirching God’s reputation by crediting Him with Tinubu’s shambolic victory. 

If you care at all about the wrath of God and the destiny of your soul, you’d desist from profaning the name of God by associating him with an attempt to impose an unscrupulous man on Nigerians against their will.

Without a shadow of doubt, God is good. He’s good to good people, good to the good-hearted. But I nearly missed it, missed seeing His goodness.

I was looking the other way. Looking up to the people who seem to have it all. Envying the wicked who have it made, who have nothing to worry about, not a care in the whole wide world.

Pretentious with arrogance, they wear the latest fashions in violence. Pampered and overfed, decked out in silk bows of silliness. They jeer, using words to kill; they bully their way with words.

They’re full of hot air, loudmouths disturbing the peace. People actually listen to them – can you believe it? Like thirsty puppies, they lap up their words.

What’s going on here? Is God out to lunch? Nobody’s tending the store. The wicked get by with everything; they have it made, piling up riches.

I’ve been stupid to play by the rules. And what has it gotten me? A long run of bad luck, that’s what – a slap in the face every time I walk out the door.

If I’d have given in and talked like this, I would have betrayed those who walk uprightly. Still, when I tried to figure it out, all I got was a splitting headache.

Until I entered the sanctuary of God. Then I saw the whole picture and I understood their final destiny. Surely God places the wicked on slippery ground. He casts them down to ruin. How suddenly are they destroyed, completely swept away by terrors!

They are like a dream when one awakes; when the Lord arises He will despise them as fantasies. 

We wake up and rub our eyes. Nothing. There’s nothing to them. And there never was because their glory has faded away like grass that withers.

Do not be deceived, God cannot be mocked. For whatever a man sows, that will he also reap in return. He who sows into the wind will most assuredly reap whirlwind.