WHY OUR GENERATION IS STRUGGLING: The Danger of Ingratitude!!

I wanted to write something about this last week but I refrained because people may misunderstand the intention.

In 2016 after Professional Ethics & Skills Examination, we planned for Thanksgiving service at the Chapel by 9pm. I headed to the Chapel by 8:30pm to rest and prepare for the final prayer and exhortation at the Thanksgiving service. At that time, students were having their cocktail party at the main auditorium.

Before that day, one female Chapel member asked me if I could spare time to see one guy that attends the Roman Catholic church that he's devastated about his performance at the on going bar final. I said no problem.
Now I was very weak because of accumulated stressed. I go to zaria for school every day of the week for three months. I just finished my exams in Zaria the week preceding the bar final week. I was heading to the Chapel before the cocktail and I started feeling very dizzy and couldn't see clearly, I was loosing my breath, I just remembered that I held on to and iron frame because I almost slumped. Thank God for that black and white barricade before you turn to the road that leads to the Chapel. People would have seen chaplain on the ground that night. I held on to the barricade and tried to catch my breathe.
I took some minutes there and later summoned courage and walked into my office at the Chapel, brought out a mat used by the children's department, laid on it to rest. It wasn't up to 3 mins someone knocked at my office door. Apparently, the person saw me walking down to the Chapel. I ignored the knock but the person persisted. I managed to get up, opened the door and there standing was a gloomy looking young man. I took him to main Chapel auditorium and asked him what the matter was. Suddenly, he broke down in tears and started narrating his ordeal in each paper of the bar final and how he thinks he was bewitched. He said immediately the lead exam supervisor say "please start" he will be completely blanked and sometimes, it will take like 30 minutes before he puts his pen on his answer sheet. He said he knows he won't make it because he didn't write anything substantial from Monday to Friday.

I was very weak and dizzy but I paid attention to him. You don't want to compound his problem by not showing rapt attention. I allowed him to take his time as he wept after the narration. When I felt he has cried enough, I encouraged him, held his hands and we poured out of desire to God. We were about rounding up the prayer when people started trooping into the Chapel for the Thanksgiving.

From his looks, the young man was relieved and stayed for the Thanksgiving service. I didn't get the chance to rest again before the Thanksgiving service. No one knew my state of health and I know plenty people were coming to cry out to God to help them out from one or two mistakes that they may have made in the exam that evening. The chaplain can't be seen to be have a weak or sickly disposition. But by the help of the Holy Spirit, I did encourage everyone and the Thanksgiving was a blessing to everyone.

Now fast forward to call to Bar period. I saw this young man's call to Bar pictures and just knew he finally passed the exam. Glory to God.
I won't say is my prayers that made him past. That would be foolish, arrogant and ignorant of me. Even if it's my prayer, it's not in my name that prayers are answered. But all I expected him to do was to give me a call and tell me he passed but he didn't. He never did till today.

Rev. Dickson (Chaplin, Nigerian Law School, Kano Campus)