Martin Beck Nworah Monday, July 24, 2017 1
Today, I was privileged to meet with the Apostolic Nuncio to the Republic of Ireland, Most Rev. Jude Thaddeus Okolo. With an elderly grin, he welcomed me to share, as always, in his wealth of wisdom and humility.
I called him 'Nna Ochie' and he smiled. For me, greeting my maternal elders in that title gives me joy. It is one of those moments you not only hear but feel, the voice of the elders, echoing their acceptance of your growth. With hand gestures, he reminded me how small I was when last we met. The miracle of life.
I told him about the personal and identity struggle so many young people go through around here in defining their faith in God and in life. He encouraged me and shared a few sentiments about global issues as regards the faith and young people. I was edified.
Growing up, I have always admired the Nuncio. Perhaps if I had had any intention of becoming a priest, he was definitely and still is, a perfect stickler and role model of who a priest of God should be. Every moment spent with him was golden, pure treasure.
I was truly edified and blessed by his words and blessings. And to think I just graduated from the university last week and meeting him today, it is not a coincidence. This is God's blessing for a new race. I am forever grateful.
Till we get to the Promised Land, I shall be waiting for when you will pass me a glass of water and thank God for the gift of grace for the race.