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THE PROCESS

 


Dear Young People, Life is a Process


I apologize for the silence these few weeks, I had to set some things to enable us to have a smooth sail here.


The word process is a word young people don't want to hear. Succinctly, most young people don't even want to get acquainted with it.


Young people are often in a hurry, always pressing and pushing to get what they want at the time they want, not minding the cost or who gets hurt. This year alone I have talked to countless young people who are growing impatient with life and how things are turning out for them. At the bottom of it, all I see is they are finding ways to bypass the process of life. 


A pastor shared an analogy that somehow relates to this, it may be a bit sarcastic but it carries a deep undertone. He said at this age, we eat agric chicken that is six weeks old, whereas we cannot even try eating a local chicken of eight weeks. He added that we are so addicted to agriculturally improved products to the point that we are having an agricultural mindset towards life. The message was the fact that we are always in a rush to get things done. To fit into your much-desired dream, you have to be made for it.



Young people who left a mark in the sand of time in the past were men and women who grew and evolved through the process. They understood that they had to be made, chiseled, and carved out for what awaited them in the future. Ours will not be any different.


In the coming series, we will see what the process entails, why we need to go through the process, the components the process comes with, and the dangers of boycotting the process.


Dear Young People, the process is for your good, if you are not made, you can never become. Stay through and remain true.


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