THE WHITE HOUSE

For many years I lived in the white house.

Anyone looking for me in the African village asked, “Where is the White House?” This translated into the local language meant, “Where is the house that the white lady lives in?”

Sometimes I heard this. “There’s a stranger looking for you.”

“Who?”

“He’s black like me and not a proper white lady like you.”

The villagers called Rev. Omyiostituo who was the president of the national church, “President.”

One day some American visitors stopped by as I was telling my neighbor, “I’ll be seeing the President today and will take care of it.” For years they thought I’d actually known, “The President.”

Words can be fascinating or frustrating, but how truthful are the words we speak?

Any form of convulsion was called brain sickness.

A bureau was an office, not a piece of furniture.

Someone who didn’t have common sense or was mentally challenged was referred to as a person with the “Low I.Q. disease.”

Lazy was never used. The person was said to, “Lack energy.”

Our Lord Jesus spoke truthfully, “Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! Brood of vipers.” (Matthew 23: 13, 15, 16, 23, 25, 27, 29)

We can call ourselves any politically correct nice word we like, but the truth is that we’re all sinners in need of the Savior. Has Christ saved you?

For God commendeth his love toward us in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. (Romans 5:8)

 

 

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About celestecharlene

I served as a medical missionary in West Africa for thirty years treating the sick and establishing health clinics in rural neglected areas.
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One Response to THE WHITE HOUSE

  1. mflabar says:

    Ah, yes. Words!

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