Josiah Crimson mounted the podium to talk to the three thousand people that had gathered at the annual Dream to Live Conference. He stood there for a minute or two, staring at the massive crowd that appreciated him with applauses and ovations. Then, he leaned forward and spoke into the microphone, “Thank you,” he said, and the shouts reduced, giving him the chance to give his opening. “Out of small things, greater things are born.” He cleared the air, and silence crept in– engulfing the room with his echo, as he continued with a chuckle, “We’re familiar with the story of David and the giant, aren’t we?” He rhetorically enquired.
“Under the archaic mahogany table was my tiny notepad, pen, and little Josiah at the age of eight–that’s me, of course.” He told his story. “Whenever I crawled under that dusty table, it meant I was ready to pen down what I wanted to see in my life.” He told them, and continued, “I made a list of all the things I desired to own, at what age I wanted to own them and what I was trying to prove by these gains in the future. My mother will probably give me a scold after this statement, and my father will probably lead me to his workshop for serious work, when I say this, but the truth is, the cottage we lived in then, was this small,” he gestured, making a tiny hole with his right index finger and thumb, “or probably smaller,” he joked, and the crowd giggled, “Hi mum, hi dad,” he waved his parents, who sat in the front row, with a smile, and continued, “one thing was, however, an undeniable fact, their love was big enough to occupy a mansion, so I was willing to give us that mansion at age 20.” The crowd gasped, and he smiled. “Yes, this was something huge, if you’d ask me, but I needed to do it– and I believed God for it.” He said in response to their surprised gestures.
“I never got back early after school. I had to get my hands on something–I had to work towards this vision. God helps those who are willing to help themselves, so I set out to put in an effort. I never neglected God’s work as well. I yearned to clean His house, and be counted as one of His melodious angels on earth–because, it is really true that if we seek the Kingdom of God and His Righteousness, all, absolutely all other things will be added unto us. Most importantly, when we take care of God’s work, He takes care of us, and our work.” He clearly stated.
“Fast forward, I managed to afford a suitable mansion at age 20, not one that was big enough to contain the love of my parents, but certainly bigger than our cottage. I managed to get a great-paying contract job with a renowned company.” He looked down, and his face showed disappointment. “That’s where everything turned sour.” His eyes relayed guilt, but he smiled through the grimace. “I felt on top of the world! A 23-year-old young man earning millions! It was a great feeling–I was taking care of everything at home. I literally felt like a man. Nothing mattered anymore. My good fortune had created a new me, and I felt big–too big, even. My mother’s words meant nothing to me, daddy’s glare didn’t move me, I had forgotten the route to church.” He admitted.
“Then, one evening, after a long day at work, I encountered an oncoming vehicle, my car somersaulted, and hit a tree. Still in my somersaulted car, which was now upside down, with my seat belt on–thanks to God, a small book and a pen fell from the glove compartment, causing a great flashback of that dusty mahogany table in the basement, young Josiah, my pen and little notepad.” He said, and smiled at the crowd. “Appreciate the small beginings, because they always matter.” He advised.
“When one has got a vision, it means there is certainly a mission– at age 20, getting my parents enough room to express the love they had was the prioritized mission; they were very content, but I wanted more for them–now, that there is a mission, there should or would be a provision– for me, God was my only provider– I mean, the strength to do extra work will come from Him, the favour to obtain a reward that is undeserving came from Him– totally, everything boiled down to Him, no matter the effort I exerted, it all came from Him, so when I neglected Him and depended solely on me, He made sure to remind me of the small beginnings, and today, I’ve got a beautiful scar to remind me to look up and give Him Glory.”
“I’m 26-year-old Josiah Crimson, CEO of Daylight Furnitures, but in me, resides 8-year-old Josiah, who carried a small pad, and a pen,” he took out a small notepad and a pen from his breast pocket, smiled, and continued, “the little boy who believed God for everything!” He concluded, and his parents were the first to give him an ovation, followed by the rest of the crowd.
