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Today I met with yesterday - a prose

They usually say one shouldn't open for him when he comes knocking because, well, he has nothing new to say. But he didn't come knocking you see, I bumped into him, right in the middle of a conversation, I met with Yesterday. But today was different. When my mind immediately told me to turn and run, to run and not look back; I did, but I had only ran one step when I suddenly stopped. 'For how long will you run?' a voice asked. 'As long as I have feet' I answered in a heart-beat. But I knew very well the essence of that question, and I hadn’t given a worthy answer. So I turned back. Today I met with Yesterday, and he still had the ability to make me cry. Yes, he no longer has a grip on me, but he still knows which buttons to push. He knows of my new status, made new in Christ, but still he brings with him gifts of tormenting memories that seek to lure me back and cause me to doubt the person that I am, the person I've been made into by the power of the Al...

Insecurities

I was reading up on a Bible character I usually overlook because like her husband, I’m rather captivated by her sister. Leah. Her name means ‘wild cow’. Like on top of her eye problem, such a name though. I too would have huge insecurity problems if I were her. But they say her parents weren’t being cruel or anything, Rachel’s name means ‘ewe’, a female sheep. Must have been a trend those days to name your kid after an animal. But still I’d rather be named after a female sheep than a cow, a wild one nogal . Anyway, what attracted me to her was how alike we were, though it was hard to admit. Firstly, Leah had appearance issues which I don’t think would have been so much of an problem if her younger sister Rachel wasn’t so unnecessarily pretty. Look how the verse is written; the notion of comparison in the verse is probably a reflection of the comparison that existed between the two sisters in real life. “Leah’s eyes were weak and dull looking, but Rachel was beautiful and attractive.”...

Will against time

So…it’s September. Three months and a few days away from 2015. Sounds like a bad joke when I look back at the past months and the things I haven’t done, yet; and the things I’ve tried and failed at. It’s actually quite funny how life works. You can plan something to the dot, and when life happens, you will be so thrown off course you won’t even remember where the dot was in your plans. But I’m learning to just get used to that, to manage it, and to keep moving (emphasis on the ‘learning’). One thing I’m striving to hold on to is this thing of not giving up on what you want, no matter how much it may seem as though it doesn’t want you. It’s just a matter of time. Sometimes we want the right things but at the wrong time. What’s important is not to stop wanting it, no matter how long it takes to get to it.  ‘Cause if you stop wanting, you stop living, you just exist. ‘Cause living is about having something to look forward to, something to pursue, something to get up out of bed for. ...

Where is the love?

You know that thing that you can tease your siblings all you want, but when someone else does it, your claws come out? Isn’t it beautiful how we instinctively protect each other in a family. You don’t even think about it, you just know it’s your job to look out for them, younger or older, whether they’re right or wrong, at fault or not, you’re still got their back, dark or blue. Well, the same should be said for God’s family, the same principal should apply amongst sisters and brothers in Christ. It always gets to me how God reacted to Adam and Eve’s mistake. Those two didn’t even understand the depth of the mistake they made, but God did and understanding it He could of just let all of His wrath loose on them and leave it there. But he didn’t. Yes He dished out the consequences of their sin, and yes He did banish them from the garden, but look what He also did. “The Lord God made garments of skin for Adam and his wife and clothed them .” Genesis 3:21 I was exploring the issuing of ...

Legends are falling - take the baton

Paul Crouch 30/11/2013  Nelson Mandela 5/12/2013  Vuyo Mbuli 19/05/2014 Maya Angelou 28/05/2014  Eddie Zondi 16/06/2014  Robin Williams 11/08/2014 The legends are falling. There’s probably more than these, those that I’m not familiar with, but these are ones I’ve known to have revolutionized the fields they functioned in, leaving behind big shoes to fill, if they can be filled at all. Hearing of Robin’s death when I woke up this morning, I heard it again. That call, subtle, but loud enough if you’re careful to listen. That call calling for the legends of this generation to take center stage. Those of the previous generation are slowly but surely leaving us, waving us goodbye, at the same time seeking those they’ll leave the baton behind with. Will it be you? I grew up around the jams of Brenda Fassie, MJ and Whitney Houston. All gone. Too soon some may argue, but they were here, they’re gone now, and they left their mark. Not only to look back to and admire, but also to build o...

On the run

I love crime-everything. Crime movies, crime series, crime fiction, you name it. I guess it’s the police blood in me. My all time favourites include The Italian Job, Takers, Rookie Blue, The Mentalist, NCIS-anything, Flashpoint, and any work by Michael Connelly. One thing you’ll find in almost all of these is one rule: the law always wins, no matter how good the criminal is, no matter how far or how long they run; the law will eventually catch up with them. I found it to be the same with God. It is plain silly to run away from an omnipresent and omniscient God like ours, but that doesn’t stop us from attempting it. Ask Jonah. The Bible puts it plainly that the guy was running away from God and I believe that some of us are Jonahs' on the run in some or other area of our lives. Jonah ran away in the area of an assignment, you and I might be running in another area; consciously disobeying God wanting to see how far we’ll get before He catches up with us. Well, another thing the Bib...

God's choice

People generally have a problem with God’s choice. Be it God’s choice of timing, God’s choice of calling, or God’s choice of people. When I was a teenager, I was convinced I was swapped at birth at the hospital cause my parents were worlds apart from how I saw things. They didn’t understand me, so I said. I grew up to realise that parents are generally the problem when you’re a teenager, no matter which pair you have. I still complain to my friend Sam that I should have been white, well cause I feel I should be married by now (she says at least I came close – Cf my complexion, lol.) And for some time, I struggled with God’s choice over what I should do with my life. Accepting God’s choice is generally a struggle because God doesn’t reason the way we do, He doesn’t see things the way we do, His thoughts and ways are higher. We sometimes see this weakness in the Church pertaining the people God chooses to use. You know I think people would be more comfortable if preachers and teache...