I Learned You Were Humble
So painful I never had a physical contact with him before he went home. Nevertheless, the knowledge of his lifetime makes an impression on me I will ever live to appreciate. I only set out to write a biography of a Christian worker in Africa as a project, being a pastor in training at AIU. I just chose to write about him only because I must pass my exam. Writing about Dr. Carew was more than an academic project, it was an unforgettable encounter. A critical study of his life is much more than what I would have learned while receiving a lecture in the classroom. Dr. Carew, I admire your lifestyle. I covet the grace upon your life.
I learned about your humility which reminded people and gave a practical demonstration of how Christ lived when He physically came to the world. In many occasions you were mistaken for a student within the campus of NEGST/AIU even though you were the Vice Chancellor. I’m so glad you were proud to keep the company of lowly people and was identified with your subordinates. I wondered why you would not only give a second chance, but much more than a second chance, when people failed you in one regard or the other. But I stopped wondering, having known you had chosen to follow the foot step of your Master.
Your mind was not a tape recorder, yet people’s names and birthdays were indelibly stuck to it despite many things you had to think about. This evidenced your love and care for people! I learned how much you could stoop so low in getting up the ones lying low. Helping people is your delight. Making them happy is a priority. It was never a big deal for you to give up all you’d got in order to achieve a goal that would benefit mankind.
You were a man who kept his words. I remember your son, Oluniyi, told me you had an opportunity to stay back in the US after your doctoral award, but you gritted your teeth and made your way back to Africa in order to fulfill your condition of scholarship. Your home country (Sierra Leone) wasn’t at peace when you finished this program; that could be enough reason for you not to return to Africa to fulfill your calling. You didn’t give room for excuse but by all means you found your base in Africa your fatherland.
Keep on resting on the bosom of the Savior. You played your own role well and were found successful. I believe by the time you returned home, the Savior would stand astride with His arms open wide. His face would be decorated with a big smile as He hugged you so tightly and cooed into your ears: “Well done my son. I have prepared a place for you. Welcome into your eternal joy.”