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ANAS IS WATCHING !!!




A week ago, on my way home, I noticed some graffiti on a wall at Kanda. On a portion of the wall, someone had written in red paint, “ANAS IS WATCHING! DO THE RIGHT THING.” On both sides of the writing were drawings of what Ghanaians have come to associate with Anas – a face in a mask.
As I observed this, I had to laugh because I realized Anas has become kind of God.

There is no doubt that Anas Aremeyaw Anas, a well-known – yet unknown and mysterious undercover journalist has done a lot to uncover the rot and corruption in the Ghanaian society. The bribery scandal in the judiciary in particular generated lots of interest, talk, controversy and even fear in Ghana. Many public servants fear Anas more than they fear God. For them, the worst thing that happen is to be caught on Anas’ camera. 

But while it is all very well to not want to be caught doing evil, most of us seem to be missing the point. We seem to have forgotten that someone bigger than Anas watches over us.

Anas is excellent at what he does but he cannot be everywhere at the same time. He cannot catch every thief or corrupt person in Ghana. But the Lord of Hosts is everywhere and He does not only see our actions, but He sees out hearts and intentions.

For the eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout all the earth, to shew himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect towards Him. (1 Corinthians 16:9a).

When humans catch us in an act of wrongdoing, we are exposed and disgraced before men. But no earthly shame or praise can compare to how we will feel when we stand before God one day. The earthly shame looks big, but it is nothing compared with eternal sorrow. Whether men see us or not, we will account for everything to God one day.

Whatever you do, do it readily as to the Lord and not men. (Colossians 3:23)

So the question is, “are you behaving properly because you’re afraid of Anas or because you want to please God?”



Selah….Do I do the right thing whether people are watching or not?

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