Thoughts and Other Things

I've always been fascinated by Khaya (without reason except maybe that he was short and making it in life, someone to look "up" to being one who's labeled as short and stuff), but after reading his memoir (To Quote Myself), I have more than enough reason. I can't shut up about the book, much to the pain of those around me; I even preached about it to my youth group on Friday. I'm not going to review the book, nor am I going to tell you everything about it (you have to read it yourself). I just want to focus on one or two things that stood out to me. I laughed so hard I nearly choked reading his retelling of Bible stories. (He's extremely funny and it makes reading his work a breeze). Khaya (I don't use his last name cause I feel like I know him like that, he retweeted and favourited my tweets so lets not argue) describes himself as "a Christian, albeit a naughty one." Aside from his funny take on the Bible, I loved that he valued his Chri...

I was studying a picture of a beautiful pregnant woman the other day (I have a secret obsession with baby bumps, well it's not a secret anymore). She sat with her legs crossed, dressed in a black robe that only covered her arms and chest, revealing her perfectly round belly and her smooth brown legs, her young flawless face was looking down at what contained her unborn child, her hands on it as though to protect her and to reassure her that she was in safe hands. My mind wandered off as I stared at this perfect picture...I thought just how much we are God's image in the very way we live our lives. Out of His great love for us, God gave up his only Son so that we might have life. Life was birthed from love. The love of a man and a woman has the ability to do the very same, to bring new life into the world. Isn't that amazing?! Well we've taken away it's precious meaning by viewing it on strictly physical or biological terms, focusing on all the gross exchanges of b...

Well yesterday was quite the adventure. Sam and I were traveling to Vaaloewer for a kids ministry task. Vaaloewer is this confused little town, it can't seem to decide which province it falls under...the boards "welcome to North West" and "welcome to Gauteng" are directly adjacent to each other. While on the highway right before entering Vanderbiljpark, Bruno decided he was just tired and would take a break, no warning, nothing. Our first reaction: 'this is not happening' ( so we had a big laugh). When we tried to start him up, he was like: 'uhm, no.' So we decided we'd step out the car and open up the bonnet like every other normal person does when their car breaks down...but we realized we didn't know what to look at or to look for once opened, so we just spread our hands out and prayed for everything we could see. We closed it up, laid a few more hands on him, and stepped inside. Trying to start him up once again, it was like he was sa...