Mr Asemota had two daughters, Esosa and Eghosa. He loved them both very much, especially because his wife had died when they were very young so his life revolved around them. Whatever they wanted, he gave, all they had to do was ask. He ensured they were disciplined though and He made time for them. Everyone knew how special his daughters were to him, his PA, staff and business partners all knew his standing instruction. For him, family came first, no matter how busy or high profile the meeting was, a call from either of the girls was a priority. Mr. Asemota would take their calls wherever in the world he was. He had built an amazing business over the years and with the help of friends and family, had raised his two lovely daughters very well. His two girls however, each had a totally distinct relationship with him. Initially, it started as a joke: When he got back home from work, Eghosa would take his bag, even when it was too heavy to lift, and she would lovingly take off his shoes and socks. Esosa would also welcome him with a hug and would hang around whilst Eghosa did her thing; she had a totally different style. That became a ritual, and they spent that time catching up, seeing he was very busy. Though she was young, Eghosa would ask her dad how his day went. Mr. Asemota always explained to her as simply as he could; he was always glad to tell her about his day. She in turn would spend time harassing him with all the talk from school. Her dad knew all her friends by name for this reason.
As they grew older and went off to high school, before rushing off in the morning, both girls stopped by their dad’s room to say good morning. Esosa typically said, ‘I don’t want to disturb you dad but good morning,’ before hugging him. Eghosa, however, came in earlier. She always woke him up with a nice hug, and told him about her plans for the day. They discussed everything, from the difficult test she had to that crush she couldn’t get to notice her. Somehow, she knew her Dad’s itinerary because she would talk to him and listen back whilst he spoke. She factored that time into her waking up time and daily ritual.
Their dad met ALL their needs and everywhere they went, doors opened because of how great he was. They heard people ask, “Are you Mr. Asemota’s daughter?” all the time! They received all manners of favour. However, slowly with time, a subtle gulf had formed between Esosa and her dad and when he tried to speak to her about every and anything, she felt odd. In her head, dad was to provide and be a dad. She couldn’t think about him as a friend. Of course this restricted her from a depth that Eghosa knew and enjoyed. From those after work shoe and sock rituals, Eghosa learned about their dad’s businesses, as he randomly threw tips like ‘Never do business with Mr.X, he is a bad debtor’. He often spoke about his dreams for them and for the business, and these and many more Eghosa picked up. If you wanted to know for sure where dad was, ask Eghosa, she knew. She listened when her Dad spoke; infact, they were so close that when he gave her the silent eye, she knew what it meant. And that was the look he gave when some friends of hers visited, the look that said, no, not that one. And when He liked her friends, they enjoyed his company too, and like magic, they all became like family. She didn’t mind sharing her dad with them. All the challenges of choosing college courses and schools, Eghosa discussed with her dad. Sometimes, he just allowed her choose what she liked, and every time the storm came, she found him ready to listen to her silent sobs and He never said,” I told you!” when she expected him to. Esosa was fine, she was glad to ask Eghosa what she felt Dad was saying, as long as she had her needs met. She barely had time to wait for dad to get home. Too many meetings, she was way too busy.
Eghosa however made time out for her dad which showed in her speech. When she spoke, she spoke as one that had sat at the feet of elders. When one conversed with her, it was clear she was Mr. Asemota’s daughter. She had the same wit, the same wisdom, and to be honest, without even trying to be like him, she was. And my was she a business woman? She recorded more successes than her peers because she had the Daddy Advantage. One time, she was supposed to pitch for a business deal and she spoke to her dad. Her dad told her, I know the CEO of that Company and went ahead to give her salient tips to her advantage. When she walked out of that board room with the deal the next day, she knew she owed it all to her dad.
Over the years, Dad missed Esosa and wished she would know him too but she was too busy running his business and speaking to everyone but him. She spoke to people he had mentored, spent time with her peers, but just didn’t have time for him. She was busy trying to make him proud. She wouldn’t stop to hear him say, All I want is YOU. She felt that Eghosa was loved because of what she did, but he’d always tell her, “I loved you even when you were crawling and unable to speak. You are my daughter and you don’t earn my love. But your ability to make time to be with me creates access to the fullness of my love.”
For Eghosa, all those days of waiting on her dad, those minutes of bonding with him, had paid off. Did I say she always checked? Dad was on speed dial remember? So when anyone came with ‘Your dad said…’, she could just tell those that were lies and for those that sounded unclear, she called her dad to check. She knew him that well. How else could she compete in a tough world filled with back stabbing, cold people? She didn’t stand a chance but for the ‘Daddy Advantage.’
Let’s read this story again with fresh eyes. God is the father. Who are you? Esosa or Eghosa? God is there waiting for us, arms stretched out. Have we made out time to know him? You know why we appear to be so out of breath many times? We may just be acting like Esosa, neglecting the relationship with our father which is the very source of our strength. We just aren’t investing or committing enough time to knowing Him. We may even be spending more time with others who have been mentored by Him when we should have direct access to Him.
To just close this, in my last post, I shared about Mary and Martha. But there is a little thing I saw there that lends to this story. Something about relationship and access. Here goes. Lazarus had been dead 4 days before Jesus finally arrived. Martha met the master first, and their dialogue (was somewhat like this)
Martha “Lord, if You had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that whatever You ask of God, God will give You.
Jesus : Your brother will rise again.
Martha:I know that he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.”
Jesus :I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?”
Martha: “Yes, Lord, I believe that You are the Christ, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.”
Mary came where Jesus was, and saw Him, she fell down at His feet, saying to Him,
Mary: “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” (She worshipped and said the exact same thing Mary said)
See the totally different response she got…
“Therefore, when Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who came with her weeping, He groaned in the spirit and was troubled. And He said, “Where have you laid him?”
They said to Him, “Lord, come and see.” Jesus wept. And we know the rest of the story.
See what came to me as I read, Mary and Martha knew Jesus on two different levels and had access to Him differently too. Mary may not have known He would raise Lazarus but her intimacy with Him meant that she ‘knew’ him and her weeping drew out a compassionate response. See his reaction to her, he was moved with compassion and wept and then raised Lazarus. He was going to raise Lazarus anyway but see what Mary’s level of relationship and pain as reflected by her tears did to Him.
Intimacy with God is the key to our access to the supernatural and we need that access to lead supernatural, productive, and impactful lives. Where are the knees bowed in prayer until the room is supercharged with the Spirit? Where are the hearts that make time to soak in the word and be filled with the revelation that God gives mouth to ear? Where are the men and women that do nothing without speaking to God? Where are those willing to commit hours to prayer and worship for souls that perish?
Hmm…we need to pay the price for intimacy with God like Eghosa did, like Mary did. And just as the story tells, it was a slow consistent process formed by the small decisions made everyday.
We need to go back to being Children of God first, getting that relationship right, building it and then living it out as children of God who are walking in power and doing the things the Bible promised we will do.
May God help us all.
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