Thomas was in deep sleep during the rains of June, I woke him up “come let’s go planting my friend”. He asked me to take it easy. Afterall, all he wanted was a little more sleep. He got what he wanted and then he asked for one more, then he took another until he finally woke up in August – during our countdown to harvest. He had no choice but to give up planting that year. When harvest came in November, my friend could not hide his hungry face, even crumbs attracted a cost. He washed cloths, he swept floors just to get a few crumbs in his belly.
Just as the battle became hotter and our enemies were advancing, I was posted to guide our walls along with Collins. The first instruction we got was “Never sleep at the gate, the enemies come unannounced”. As I reminded Collins of these words from the commandant, he ignored me. “I am only having a little slumber, a very short, little fraction of a tiny slumber”. He hugged his pillow more tightly and faced the opposite side. I gave up and left him at his post for a minute until I heard the sound of shooting guns. In a second, I took cover. Collins, on the other hand had just breathed his last. His guts got torn by the veracious poisonous bullets of the enemy.
Dear friend, how much have you lost to a little sleep? How much victory, how much of valuable time with God, how much of wealth to a little slumber. I am sure many of us will repent as we look inward. God bless you.
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might, for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom in the grave whither thou goest.