{"id":1210,"date":"2025-05-24T15:00:19","date_gmt":"2025-05-24T15:00:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/?p=1210"},"modified":"2025-05-24T15:00:20","modified_gmt":"2025-05-24T15:00:20","slug":"the-wisest-fool","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/the-wisest-fool\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wisest Fool"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Dear Diary<\/strong>
May 24, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am supposed to be writing my thesis, but let\u2019s take a break. I mean, I need an escape route every now and then. So today, I\u2019m indulging in the Wisest Fool of All Time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You already know him \u2014 the man who asked God for wisdom, got it, and then proceeded to collect wives like Pok\u00e9mon cards, horses like trophies, and made diplomatic alliances like he was trying to win \u201cMost Likely to Ruin the Kingdom\u201d in his high school yearbook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The funniest part? He was loved. Not small love o \u2014 endless love<\/em>. Because God called him Jedidiah<\/em> \u2014 meaning “Beloved of the Lord”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Imagine!!!! Solomon\u2019s government name according to heaven\u2019s registry was: \u201cI love you regardless.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now me, as a human being with peppery tendencies and a thesis deadline haunting my spirit, I\u2019d have called Solomon something else entirely \u2014 maybe That One I Warned<\/em>, or Chief Commander of Missed Opportunities<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But that\u2019s the difference between me and God.
God is not petty. God is not human. God is not me.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Solomon didn\u2019t just fail once. He took his time to fall \u2014 like lightning in slow motion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In fact, the very first thing he did after receiving divine wisdom was… wait for it… break the law of Moses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Deuteronomy 17 made it painfully clear:
\u2022 Don\u2019t go back to Egypt for horses.
\u2022 Don\u2019t gather too many wives.
\u2022 Don\u2019t stockpile silver and gold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What did my brother do? He went straight to Egypt, said \u201cLoad the chariots!\u201d and probably picked up a few princesses on the way. At that point, if I were God \u2014 after granting this man divine wisdom \u2014 I would\u2019ve sent a small celestial memo: \u201cWisdom revoked. Kindly return crown.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

But no \u2014 God still let him reign. He still let him build the temple. Still let him write Proverbs<\/em> \u2014 maybe just to show us down the line that only God is truly wise. And yes, He still called him beloved<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because that\u2019s what God does \u2014 He blesses us even while our foolishness is still loading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why again? Because we\u2019re talking about GOD<\/strong>. I don\u2019t even have more words. Just… God<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And that\u2019s where I had to pause today, in full, confounded irritation. Because God looks at us \u2014 in our half-obedient, half-clueless, partially-repentant state \u2014 and still says: I love you. Take the wisdom. Take the platform. I\u2019m still with you. Even if you break My heart later \u2014 I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s not wisdom. That\u2019s divine madness. That\u2019s radical love. That is wild.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

You are the most powerful, Lord \u2014 and yet Your love isn\u2019t merit-based. You don\u2019t delete people just because You know their ending. You don\u2019t even wait for us to become worthy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Solomon was very unworthy \u2014 and I honestly wonder what he would have done if You hadn\u2019t given him wisdom. But You? You bless us lavishly for the part of our lives we surrender\u2026 even when You already know we\u2019ll wreck the rest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And that breaks my heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because I know that if I were God \u2014 and I knew humans would destroy the latter half of their lives? I\u2019d be petty. I\u2019d send pre-emptive lightning \u2014 EVERY NOW AND THEN<\/strong>. I\u2019d withhold favour until COMPLETE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT<\/em> was achieved and signed off by at least three angels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thankfully, I\u2019m not God.
And thank God for that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m not even trying to be Solomon 2.0. I\u2019m just… sorrowfully humbled and madly in love with this God who would never, ever let go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And so today, I just want to give God this wicked heart of mine \u2014 the one that\u2019s still listening, still available, still saying yes<\/em> before the destructive distractions set in (this is me praying they don\u2019t).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because if there\u2019s anything more tragic than being wise and walking away from God… it\u2019s being alive and thinking it\u2019s too late to come back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

MAY WE NOT GIVE IN TO DESPAIR.<\/strong>
May we not become wise fools.
May we not lose our wonder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And may we never forget this truth:
God doesn\u2019t wait for us to become worthy before He starts loving us.
He just loves us. And waits for us to realise it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So this is my note to you:
YOU ARE LOVED.<\/strong>
YOU. YES YOU. YOU ARE LOVED.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

So join me as I say:
Here I am, Lord.
Not perfect. But present.
And that\u2019s enough for You.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Okay \u2014 I\u2019m going back to my thesis. Peace out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yours in destructive foolishness, but still wildly loved,<\/strong>
Jedidiah<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Did you read the last post of “I’m in pain – but not for long” https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/hi-im-pain-but-not-for-long\/<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

How weak can you be? Samson had one damn job https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/how-weak-can-you-be-samson-had-one-damn-job\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

He asked for wisdom. He got it. Then he collected horses, wives, and regrets.
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