You Might Just Be Guarding A Concrete Slab!!

You Might Just Be Guarding A Concrete Slab!!

Got this Story from Andrew Wommack a few years ago…

An army barracks had four soldiers guarding a concrete slab in front of the barracks at all times.

Different commanders came and went but the tradition remained; the soldiers changed shifts guarding the slab.

After 80 years, a new commander was assigned to the barracks. One thing he did was to question things.

When he asked why soldiers were guarding the slab, he was told, we've always done it this way. It's a tradition from Our former commanders.

The commander was not satisfied. He went to the Archives to look for answers and came across a document that had the explanation.

The old document had instructions written by one of the retired commanders who had even passed away.

The new commander learned that over 80 years ago, the barracks wanted to build a platform where events could be performed. When the concrete slab was laid, wild animals walked over it at night before the slab could dry.

The soldiers would fix it the next morning but when evening came the same thing would happen. So the commander ordered that four soldiers should guard the concrete slab for three weeks to allow it to dry.

The following week the commander was transferred elsewhere, a new commander was brought in.

The new commander found the routine and continued to enforce it without asking questions.

Since then, every other commander that came did the same.

Thus, eighty years later; soldiers continued guarding the concrete slab. An assignment that was ordinarily designed to last just three weeks. . . 80yrs of ignorance with hard labor has passed.

So many times we carry obsolete beliefs, attitudes, and traditions that were relevant to certain people or a certain time?

Your opinion about Certain things might not actually be the right one... That it has always been that way does not mean it's the right way.

You might just be guarding a concrete slab!

Ignorance can actually make you work hard without progress.

Think about it

- Lauretta Ify Olika

When my pen bleeds, expressions are kept close to my heart, and as it bleeds the words from deep within through my writings, I discover I have created art. I display a piece of my soul. This is my work, my blood, and it should be an object of pride, no matter how much it is criticized or praised.