16 April 2017

A King?

Kings are arrayed in royal robes
He was striped, flogged and dressed in blood
Though he was sinless, yet 
He walked the road to his dead carrying a cross, 
A symbol of our Sins

No one came to his defence, 
He who defended the downtrodden, prostitute, tax collectors and the unwanted

He was a voice of the voiceless 
Yet he could not speak for himself. 

He who spat on the floor to open blind eyes 
Was spat on in scorn and shame. 

He who wore a golden crown in heavenly places
Had a crown of thorns placed on his head,
Blood dropped down his face, blinding his sight.

An undeserving death for A King 
But one suited for a common criminal. 

As darkness enfolds, silence grips the earth
Fear released a terror on the hearts of everyone present. 
One question lingered  in their hearts, was he really a King? 

He arose, 
He rose in hell, and set captive free
He took the chains that held us captive and walked out with a sign
Freedom: sin has lost
Dead has been defeated
Hope has trumped fear
Faith replaced dread and unbelief

He arose a triumphant King
A glorious knight 
A Gallant Warrior
A Victorious winner. 

He arose, and we arise too 
Transformed, renewed, released and restored. 
He awaken in us a new hope and a new dawn. 
That Only a King will bring. 
Yes, he really is A King. 

That's the Easter Story. 

HAPPY EASTER 

12 April 2017

True Stories

On the 7 April 2008, up to three inches of snow fell in some parts of England and temperatures were below freezing in many places. It was reported as the worst snow in 20 years.


IN 1954 Roger Bannister made history by running a mile in less than 4 minutes . It was a feat never accomplished before, to run a mile was by far the most fascinating sports story of the day, it went down in the guinness book of records. Such stories were worth telling to future generations.

On a Sunday morning during a rural church service a vicar eat a daffodil to make a point. Afterwards he confessed that it tasted horrible and advised against it…

What's common with these stories? It was retold by witnesses. I was not there when they happened. Witnesses who were present at the time spread the news. 

Anyone can disbelief these stories, they can contend with the facts and details Of how it happened. They can argue that it was impossible for these events to have taken place because they were not there.
Regardless, their unbelief does not change history, it happened because there were witnesses.
Same thing with the Easter story. It was told by witnesses who were present as the events unfold. It was documented, told and retold and is still being retold today. Just like a Vicar Witness another Vicar eating a daffodil to prove a point and just as there were thousands of witnesses who watched a man run a mile for the very first time..

Fairy tales? Far from it, real events have presence, because people lived through it.
Jesus friends and community lived through his death. The saw it happened.
They watched him died, they hurdled across door ways whispering in the dark about the events that led to his death.
How he healed the sick, cleanse the possessed, fed the hungry and dined with the outcast- and raised the dead.
Some wished they believed him when he was with them. They cried inconsolable at the demise of one of them.
Then the really big news, how he got up from the grave, appeared to his friends, and how they touched his nailed pierced hands, feet and sides. How he brought joy and hope when he rose again and ascended into Heaven. 
Real events witness by real people retold from generation to generation.
The Easter story is real because not only did people see it happen, but because the Man Jesus, lives in everyone who believes and accepts him as Lord and Savior. He comes into their hearts and reveals himself to them again. He bears witness of himself. Now, that's real.
That's the real story of Easter, He himself coming to our hearts. If you do not know him already ask him into your heart and you too will experience him for yourself.

He is alive, it is not a fairy tale it happened and I am a witness.


Happy Easter

25 March 2017

Mothering

Mothering is indescribable, it cannot be confine into a single word
It's meaning is varied and comes with many tags. 

Mothering is baking without being a baker
it is tutoring without being a teacher
It is making things without being a trained skilled worker
It is mending without being a Taylor 
It is crafting without being a trained craftsman
It is painting and drawing without being an artist 
It is designing without being a designer 
It is telling jokes without being a comedian 
It is dancing without being a dancer
It is mending wounds without being a doctor.
It is being a counsellor without being a lawyer
It is being a guard without being a security agent
It is cooking without being a trained chef. 
Mothering is seeing all things without being God
It is pretending to be bat man without watching the movie. 
It is having 12 children and loving them all in the different ways with one big heart

Mothering is a joy,
A chore
An adventure 

Mothering is not the toughest job in the world it's the only job where we can be all things to our children - that makes it the most intricate job. 

It is a fine balancing act between being a human being and super human being

It is crying and laughing at the same time, 

Mothering is the only job where you watch your heart work out the door every single day and somehow still stays alive. 
Mothers never retire, 
Never give up hope
Always believed 
Forever loves 

A mother's is a steady hand, guiding, holding, rocking. 

If mothering was a paid job none would apply 
Because the salary will never be enough. 

Mother simply means is to me 
Making - others
Magnifying - others
Moulding - others

Because they constantly make others better, beautiful, abled, and fulfilled… , 


Happy Mother's Day. 


Making 
Others
Terrific 
Happy
Enablers
Restorers 🌝today and always

Alone, Not Lonely

I love my alone time, pre kids days I cherish times before dawn when I plug into the word. Fast forward a few years and those days are a distant memory. Now, I use every minute I am alone for chores or to get the much needed rest. Thanks to being a mother. 

In an age where we are always surrounded by something it is almost impossible to be alone by ourselves doing the things we love. There are so much distraction in today's world. 
It was only a few years ago we had 5 News channel, we did alright and had a little bit of control over
what we watch. Now we are constantly being fed news, and information 24/7.


We are always connected to some form of social medial platform, yet research shows that the number of people reported as being lonely is on the rise. We have never felt more lonely than now. We are connected yet disconnected. What a tragedy of living

How do we get so lonely when we are never alone? Why have we succumb to the lure of being constantly connected that we have become isolated? Why would we rather comment on our neighbors Facebook post than knock on their door to say hello? Who sold us this way of living? 
There's a different way to being alone without being lonely, being in prayer -and alone with God. 
Jesus found time to be alone amidst the distractions of living, it was almost impossible for him to go away by himself as he was in constant demand.

In Matthew 14:13-23, we saw how he went away by himself only for the crowed to follow him. After meeting their needs, he did manage to get away by himself. He knew that his alone time with His Father was the key to his success for daily living. 

What about you? What's your key to success? 

Reading motivational books? 
Playing motivational music? 
Attending motivational conferences?
Going to places of worship? 
Building a strong social network? 
Being seen in all the important places? 

These are all good, but without connecting to the source of life our efforts will be in vain. 


Make 2017 the year of reconnecting to your source, the creator of the universe, call Him a force, a Power, A Being, regardless,  He's there waitiing for you. 


I have decided to take back control of my time, and my way of living. I have decided to go back to being along for the right reasons.
I miss my alone time with my best friend and saviour, so now as my kids grow older, i sneak in a few moments of connecting with Him.

My alone time has been of great benefit in these areas.

I am better prepared for the day ahead.
He directs my path as I become tuned to his guidance.
He fills me with strength for the days, so no matter what is happening around me I know he's got my back.
He's a constant present when I need help.
I find joy and peace in his presence, two commodities that are expensive to find in social media. 
I am never alone as he always talks with me and I with him.


As we wine down 2016, spend the last few days reconnecting with Him.  Resolve to seek his guidance for each and every day of 2017.

Most people will go to parties, church, fire work display. At the risk of being a joy killer, I want to encourage you to finish the year just as you would finish each day, in quiet contemplation and gratitude


Find an alone time to build up your inner man, for the year ahead. 


Happy New Year.