Myles Munroe: Should I Cry? By Gabriel Olatunji-Legend

Sobbing profusely, I entered her office.
"What is the problem?" She inquired.
I kept on sobbing, going high and low in my tune. She couldn't help seeing me cry yet it was clear she couldn't hold me because she didn't even know why I was crying. She handed me tissue papers at intervals and after a little while I calmed and spoke out.

"My whole life is a tragedy!" I wailed. "I lost my father. He was everything to me. He loved me like no other. I would cry in his arms and he would make sure I never cried over the same matter twice; he had a way of always solving my problem and the problems of everyone around him. He was once the chairman of Landlord's association of our street and at the end of his two term tenure, people were begging him to continue because of the impact he made in his own little sphere. I miss him so much and I wish he didn't die!"
She looked at me and was about to say something when I interrupted her again..
"Why him? Why? Tell me, why do good people die? Just the other day I mourned at the untimely death of Bimbo Odukoya and now it is my own father. Is it not better that some of the people looting our national treasury and the corrupt people in government die rather than my father?" I raised my voice angrily. A moment of silence followed.

"Can I ask you a question?", she inquired gently.
"Go ahead please", I replied silently.
"Did your father live a life of purpose?" She asked.
I was about to shout 'Yes' when she continued, "Was he a problem to his world or a solution? Did he die empty or there's a lot he could have done that he never did? Are you happy that you came through him or sad?"
She paused as if to see if I understood the questions and then continued. "Think about these things. If your father lived a life of purpose, was a solution instead of constituting nuisance to the society, died empty and you are excited that you came to the world through him then you shouldn't be crying. Instead you should be dancing BECAUSE the greatest tragedy in life is not death - it is a life without a purpose."

I wiped my tears immediately, gave her a good hug and went back home. Days later, I wrote on his (my father) tomb - 'A man that gave the world his greatness. He died empty'.
I then asked myself, 'will my son be able to say the same about me?'



Short story dedicated to an Apostle of Purpose, Dr. Myles Munroe. I could write a collection of short inspirational stories on him; he lived his purpose thereby inspiring me to do the same.



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