HELLEN hailed from a different place where the manner in which Morrow’s spouse took things, shocked them. And Morrow dwelt in a future space where those things couldn’t happen.
Miss Hellen, as she called herself, was British, and Morrow a Nigerian. Yet both folks connected on a human level that levelled up space.
Like Races become People in Christ.
‘The most painful part of your story,’ began the younger speaker, ‘is that you can’t do anything about it.
‘But that itself is everything. It is everything you’ll have to do.’
‘I not understand!’ Morrow quipped, then motioned with his hand.
Hellen stopped to read him well. She saw him gesture for her to move on, and yet what he said didn’t agree.
‘You mean—?’
‘I—not understand!’ Morrow repeated, sporting the same gestures.
Suddenly, the nurse caught that too. Morrow was simply asking her, ‘What do you mean?’—the way he gestured by hand.
So the forty-something smiled that she caught on, then tried to explain.
‘Okay, what I mean is, you shouldn’t do anything. You should let it go.’
‘I not understand,’ Morrow came again.
Hellen got that. ‘I’m saying, even if you want to do something, what will you do?
‘Will you do the same thing to her? I mean your wife. Will you stoop as low as poisoning her?
‘Or will you hunt down her new man—or go on being bitter about life?
‘But then, Mr Morrow, doing nothing now is itself doing so much. And it’s the biggest you can do – not for her, but for you.
‘It’s the biggest favour you’ll do yourself!’
‘Now, not understand!’ sighed the man.
The Christian lady tried to explain.
‘Okay, while we were attending to you yesterday morning, you kept muttering, “Jesus!” It was just when we woke you.
‘You called the name several times till we all took note. Then I thought that you must be a Christian.’
Morrow answered. ‘Yes! Me Christian!’ Then he motioned quite broadly. ‘Now what it is—?’
Miss Hellen squinted to interpret that, and so she caught the sense.
‘Okay, I’ll say what that’s got to do with this. I mean, what it has to do with the issue on ground!’
Morrow read her lips, squinting. Then he nodded when he got her.
His British friend saw he was ready, so she sported on.
‘Now, what it’s got to do with this is Forgiveness. True, the lady appeared to be unfaithful; then again, she tried to take your life.
‘But it’s just as how we got to find God’s pardon, too!
‘You see, God loves us and showed this by giving us Jesus Christ His Son.
‘And nobody ever loved you and me like Jesus Christ loves us!
‘Yet what did man do? We hated the Saviour and sold our love and devotion.
‘And to make things worse, we nailed Him to the cross at Calvary.
‘Still, Jesus chose to save you and me, who were once before enemies. And the world, too, can find this pardon!
‘Now I’m not telling you to take back a woman who tried poisoning you.
‘In fact, as free as Christ’s pardon is, God’s justice over man lies in this: that so many are called, but few are chosen.
‘So, my friend, it is enough that you forgive. And if you can, then take her back.
‘You are finding peace when you let go!’
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