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MUSTARD III – Ch. 20 | KT OLLA

BAMIJI smiled. ‘Jonah, we are grown men. If anything, I should have got kids their age—.’

He pointed at the students loitering close.

‘So, what more do you think someone my age hasn’t done to prepare ahead? I told you there’s nothing new under heaven!’

Jonah answered simply. ‘You can hand your whole life over to Jesus.

‘You can let Jesus steer your wheels. He knows the way too well, so you will arrive at your goals.

‘He is called Beginning and the End, meaning He’s the A and Z of everything.

‘He knows the end of every trip. And just Him can steer you home!’

Now those words fell on Joshua’s ears as they flowed.

He was going to ponder on them and let them thrive. But like winds on desert blades, the words drifted away too quickly.

They sounded like some echo in the wind.

By then, the students whom the men set out to watch were being scolded by a different teacher. 

Morrow saw it and he went even more upset. Even things he’d got no issue with, upset him.

He talked up.

‘Jonah, you know my study area in the university. You know I didn’t just do English; I minored in Christian studies.

‘So you should know I know Jesus, and I know a lot about Bible.

‘Well, I don’t bear Joshua for no reason. I am a Christian.

‘So, let’s stop comparing our lives with school stuff and biology.

‘Now I think I’m clear, Mr Jonah!’

Morrow picked up and headed for the bathroom. He took out the cigarette stick and the lighter.

Then he hurried out of the staff room.

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