Some few months
ago, I thought I was a messiah. My friend was desperate for a job and I figured
it was my duty to help her get one. I encouraged her many times, listened to
her, cried with her, prayed with and for her. But the job seemed elusive and I
began to feel pressurised.
Because my friend
wasn’t a Christian per se, I felt I had given her further reasons not to
believe in God. After all didn’t I tell her God would giver her a job? Didn’t I
tell her God cared for her more than her own darling father did?