Thoughts and Other Things

I got a novel written by one of my favourite authors as a Christmas gift, and I only started reading it two days ago (hides), and I can’t put it down. Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers. I had heard so much about this book, and I have read a number of her books (each amazingly fascinating) but none of it could have prepared me for this. I can’t even describe it, you just have to read in order to fathom its awesomeness. In this novel, Francine uniquely retells the story of the prophet Hosea and his prostitute wife Gomer. What I find so hard to grasp in this retelling of the story is the manner in which Michael Hosea loves his prostitute wife, it baffles me. He literally defines unconditional love. Michael Hosea brought her back to life after she indirectly tried to kill herself by marrying her on her deathbed and taking care of her until she got back on her feet. She refused to let him love her, refused to change and threatened to leave, which she eventually did. She slept with his

I had a lovely opportunity to minister to high school students at their assembly the other morning. I shared with them something I’ve been sharing with most of the pupils I get an opportunity to speak to. Identity. The Oxford dictionary defines identity as ‘who or what somebody or something is.’ I like the ‘who’ rather than the ‘what’ because in my head the ‘what’ a person is is a by product of ‘who’ they are. "God said to Moses, 'I am who I am..."Exodus 3:14 The one thing we commonly use to identify one another is our names. But our names aren’t unique to us (which identity should be); there are so many other Gugu Ndlovu’s out there, just type in your name on the FB search engine and see. When we don’t know someone’s name, we identify them by their physical appearance...that really tall girl, that very dark fat guy, that white lady with the long nose, you know that Indian man with the bald head. And at times we will identify each other with our actions, past o