Pain In Me

Why are most Christians consumed with achieving material things?

I realize that when one comes close to Christ, he/she receives a certain revelation of Christ which is uncontainable. We would wish we will have more time, energy and wealth to help facilitate the propagation of the message of the cross which brings   transformation. 

We all wish we have adequate resources to help cater for our daily needs so we can focus on building a lasting kingdom of God. 

God has laid on some people's heart to bring hope to the orphans and street children but this can't be done without physical resources. Though God promises to help and send helpers our way, but must we go through ordeals just to give hope to people?.

One main reason why God blesses us is so that we can be a blessing to others. We are whatever we are so we can be embodiment of inspiration and example to others. We are to be a sign to those who do not believe. But how can these things be, when we can't seem to have enough for ourselves, let alone others. 

What will I achieve if I gain the whole world and make no impact. My righteousness is not for me alone. My integrity and honesty is to bring hope and life to the hopeless..I can't just sit there when people are dying without hope and living without faith...dream shattered...why can't God just meet all my needs so I won't spend all my time chasing things that won't last...I want to spend my life building things that have eternal value...hope, joy, peace, love...

Most Christians are so crazy about making money and it's relatives...we need the money, we need the materials... But how do we get them..without being distracted...this is a pain in my heart...

Do you want to know?

If you want a heart of sympathy,then pray to God to help you see the world that Jesus sees. But be careful what you ask Him for. Because, if you're going to open that door, There's no going back to before

Once you see a mother who can't feed

The baby that cries on her arms

Your heart will break and you'll lay awake. No, sleep won't come quick anymore. So do you want to know.

You pass him on the way to work 

He holds a sign beside the curb

You look away and avoid the hurt because why should you be held responsible. Besides, he'll probably just spend it all on cigarettes and alcohol. But once you see that the man on the street has a name and a family like you, your heart will break and you'll lay awake because you'll understand God loves him too. So do you want to know. 

Oh no, if you want a heart of sympathy, then pray to God to help you see, but once you see a world that's in need and a sorrow you just can't ignore, your heart will break an you'll lay awake, because you'll know you could do so much more.

Do you want to know?

After I walk past one of them, then I ask, who should be responsible?, the socialist will say the government, but my Bible points directly at me. 

Do I really want to know? 

If God really opens my eyes to see this world the way Jesus sees it, will I turn back? 

We sing about bringing hope to the hopeless. We read about defending the fatherless...but do we really know what we know? 

Because once we know how people are dying in pain, just looking for a family...friend ...or probably love..

Do you want to know? 

Mary

As she sat in front of her mirror, she looked at her self, and thought of her life. She twirled her hair, and held it as if it was what she had left. She starred into the reflective object and saw herself holding her precious hair. From her gaze in the mirror, her eye caught an old box stalled up her wardrobe. 

She turned and looked at the box covered with dust up on the  six foot wooden cabin. She went closer, and brought down the box. As her hands rolled over the dust, she reminisced, how she got that box. In it was an ancient expensive ointment made from pure nard. It was given to her by her mother. This was a traditional gift that was passed from generation  to generation. She hoping to pass it on to her daughter. 

Her hands still filled with dirt from the box, she laid her back flat on the wide bed, she began to think about who had really affected her life most. She came to a conclusion, A man. The man was in the main room of the house, waiting to be served dinner. This had been the source of hope and life to Mary. So she wondered about how this man, was like no other man who had previously showed up in her life. 

As Mary kept tossing thoughts of him in her head. This man was in the main room with his friends talking and probably, squashing some appetizers. Then all of a sudden, here comes Mary with the old box...she walked straight to this man, looking at him in the eye, she opened the box, and brought out the oil, she poured it gently on his feet, and then wiped the oil with her precious hair. The fragrance of the oil filled the whole room.

As she did this, her heart poured out the most of her love for this man. She poured out her life and all that she could hear, was her inner voice speaking, saying.."I lay it at your feet, I lay my life down, I lay my dreams down, I lay my future, I lay this down at your feet.

The oil she poured out was estimated to be about 300,000 dollars. That was her gift from her Heart.

She poured out her love for the master, from the alabaster box. What are you pouring out.

No War

I was born to an average family
I was born searching for the silver spoon
I was told it belongs to only a few
I made it a point to meet

I was told that I could learn how to behave like those who own one or more.
It was every child's' dream
So I started to learn how to use a silver spoon

I've gained grounds,
I'm not where I was
Neither I'm I at where I want to be
Everyday is an opportunity for me to discover how the silver spoon operates. And I keep learning.

But, on my way
I meet certain people
Who re stock in the cultures belief and values.
Their search for the silver spoon takes a different turn all together.
Any thing out side their culture seems not to be the truth.
They keep coming up in and every step of my life.
And I keep getting into problems with them

I'm a westerner by thinking
And now it has invaded my acts
What I see, many don't
What I vibrate to
Many don't sync with
They think I seriously,like seriously need help

I love to think
I love to write
I love to be inspired to inspire
I love technology
I love social Entrepreneurship
I wanted to change my world
But I no longer want to
I rather want to impact and affect my world.

The more I keep meeting with these people, the more crippled I become.
The more confusing it is.
They always have a preconceived perception.
They think I'm too know
And they assume if you don't adhere to them, you must be wrong.
The storyline won't end if I don't cut it.
I'll say another day.
I hope you don't just read
But find me help, or be the help.

Who I want

One thing that I still can't get to understand is the intelligence and standard thing that's got to do with choosing a partner.
Some people just think that its out of the norm, to want to be with a partner who has same or similar thinking capacity as you. I for one cannot relate properly with someone who can't reason around the things that revolve in my world.
When I mean intelligence, I mean having the capacity for thought and reason. Possessing sound knowledge. Being able to exercise or show good judgment.
Are these too much to ask in a person ?. If it's much at least half of it would do. For example, I love technology, it's my first option and solution, being with someone who does not appreciate this might really give me tough time communicating. She doesnt need to be an expert, or tech guru, noo, but at least she should be able to use everyday tech.

As one rises in life, his/her conversation language changes. If you have a partner that could really relate and have good conversation with you when you were just a subordinate at the office, when your conversation language were the same, what happens when you become the boss, and your language changes, thoughts, ideas, philosophy, and relationships. If you don't have an intelligent partner, how does she/he converse with you without pissing you off. Then you talked more about the type of mackerel, now you are talking about macro-economy, how does your partner relate.
I believe that our direction, vision and focus  in life helps in choosing a partner. Where I want to be in the next 10 years, I cannot afford not to have a partner who will support me and represent me. Don't get me wrong about this, I'm not saying that unless she has a masters degree, and works in a high profile organization, she's not fit for me. I'm on the other hand not a very academically brilliant person, but I'm intelligent to those around my world, since I can reason and relate to them in the way they want. That's the same way I want her.
Someone thinks, it's discrimination and the bible frowns on it. Another think it's too a lofty standard.  I just want someone I can relate to, that's all. If you think, education is irrelevant in marriage, well good luck, we were wired and fashioned individually, God created me to respond more to intelligence, you were created to respond to something different.
Don't tell me that because, Educated people marry each other, that's why the divorce rate is high, each partner thinks he/she is the boss. Well, it's completely subjective.
What turns me on, is different from you. What will work for me might not work for you, but all I can say is get a partner you can relate to and he/she responds. 

Interns

Four interns, walked into my department yesterday to start their internship. As they paraded in thier fresh overall, helmets and boots, they were welcomed by everyone with usual  barage of questions of which school did they go to, what programme are they offering, what year are they in and so on. They look so excited and youthful.

It's becoming a norm for students to participate in internships every year. But how much of the internship training do they apply in their studies as they go back. How do the schools they come from help them to tap experience from thier field exposure.

When I came along few years ago during my national service, I saw a lot of stuff that reminded me of the things I learnt in school. It was my first time to have seen a three phase synchronous motor. It was my first time to see a boiler. As I engaged in everyday work activities, I began to reconcile the field work to school. I easily understood, the principle of Electromagnetic Induction, mutual induction, and power synchronisation. This took me months of reading and reading to grasp, when I was in school.

Because I have seen it work and experienced it work. Tried to solve problems related to it with my senior Enginers, learning the theory is like koko koraa.

If I had this exposure during school, like this new interns are going to have and was helped by my tutors to present it as a project, I wouldn't have struggled with B's and C's, A will just be straight.

Well, it's my life and I had the option of learning and turning my experience into expertise. Here I am staring at these new interns hoping that they would take advantage to grasp as much as possible.
1. No one will ever call you to teach you. You'll have to show interest and ask questions.
2. Field work does not look what you learnt in the classroom.
3. You have limited time to learn as much as possible.

I wish I could help them as much as possible, but I'm not responsible for them, besides I have my Job description, which is high risk, and interns are not allowed to participate.

My Bow

I bow
In humility I bow
In sobriety I bow
In calmness I bow
The life l want to live
The things I want to do
The places I want to go
My dreams, my aspiration
My passion, my life.
All rapped up in a bow.

What do I fight for?
Why do I push so hard?
Why should I be so resilient?
What do I stand to gain?

Life to me is like an ocean
I like to lie when the breeze blows across the surface of the waters, I feel soothing relief.
But when the storms comes raging, I try to sleep as the saviour did.
I want to say it's well, in the face of raging storms. I want to fly without wings beyond where troubles are. This is my dream.

But when I wake up, I want to move out to Change someone's life. I want to be the reason why someone will smile in adversity.
I want to be friend. I want to make you happy.

It's the future pt 2.

John Royal pastors a large community church in Florida. He was seen as the pillar of the community. Then he opened a twitter account. His church audience loved the idea, that he will be sharing nuggets of wisdom and meeting reminders. Not until, his tweets went from less wisdom to more of what he was thinking at a moment. He began sharing posts about things he saw, food he eats, places he's at and more. It got more weird when he tweeted at 3am, and during one of his sermons. His reputation is now at stake. Because, his followers thinks, he should be reading and praying all the time and sharing what God is showing him. They now think he is addicted to twitter.

Wait a minute, should his reputation ever be at stake for sharing what he was thinking at a moment? From pt 1,we understood the proliferation of sharing and how it has interwoven itself with our daily living. Why then are these church audience holding their clergy man to his reputation?
Do they not know he is human and would be involved in life activities?
This is where I don't get people. We live in a transparent world of technology today, and unless you don't subscribe to it, your life is like an alley, everybody is watching. The Pastor, in my opinion has done nothing wrong to affect his reputation, he only needs to have different accounts, one for religious postings and the other for personal reflection.

Note sharing is the key. Your participation in this social media driven age is dependent on the content you share. If you are afraid to share, or think someone shouldn't share as much as they do, then you re not ready yet.
The future I see is a future with integration of features that provides limitless sharing. A possible Facebook phone is not a suprise, as this will go to enhance and give seamless sharing. 

It's the future pt 1

I'm sure if not at all,we've signed on to two or more social network. We've met new friends, reconnected with old pals and most of all shared a moment or feeling with your friends on social media at the speed of thought. that's the potential of the new media age, where sharing is the key.

Even the founders of these networks never dreamt of the rippling effect of their creation. They were probably having fun seeing codes they string together,being of real effect to themselves and others around.
Now it's so amazing how it has engulfed the world. Marketing experts, Business moguls and now even Oil enginers, now come on one network or the other to promote and share what they have.

Yea, it's at the speed of thought, just as it shouldn't amaze you to know that I wrote this blog at a bus stop waiting for a taxi.

We are aware of the individual journalism that this new media has brought about through the power of sharing. It has virtually put into the hands of everyone that choose to subscribe, the ability to -on a click away- share with their world, what is passing through their minds, environment, and live events.

I'm not hyping, I'm trying to draw you to see how this sharing thing is making the world become so ubiquitous at a much more faster rate.

With sharing becoming easier by new technology influx, it has permeated our privacy, such that everything you do with your phone can be automatically shared with your friends. The feeling that goes with you sharing moments with friends, or get an advice, or complain about a situation, makes it addictive to share. -tweeters can tell-

Refreshing Me

I'm suppose to be hanging in with the Holyspirit this evening, usually,it's my time of worship.  Instead, i'm here hanging out with myself.
After returning from a 12hrs shift work, I was so exhausted, and all I could do was to bulge up a plate of wakye and off I snore.(not that I snore).
Woke from by a call from my sis, needed to get to the central district to get something for her.
Only to get back more exhausted and famished.
I had this light soup in the fridge,  and thought of heating it up and getting it down my throat.
But then, I realize I needed some kind of refreshing, down wash through me, my mind and body. I needed a time off the regular and have a time out there. I quickly negotiated with the holyspirit and dashed off to have some 'me' time.

Me time was with fried chips with grilled chicken and a milk drink,i just needed to calm down.
The milk drink is so calming....and the softness of the chicken is so succulent in the mouth.
At times like this I really want to share..but there's no one to call on.....
Anyway my mind is cool, my tommy is filled,my body is relaxing.
I try as much to connect back to the Holyspirit as soon as I get home....hmmmm...just felt a back ache...I need to just lie down.
It's not meant to be fun filled, just mind relaxing..eemm still finding a friend to share moments with...door open...heart receptive....alright winding down to go home.