A cup of Mercy & A teaspoon of Grace

 

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He was a chronic herbalist and by herbalist I mean voodoo; you know, blackmagic, the dark arts and stuffs. He had sacrificed lot of souls and wasted lives. Thwarting of destinies was his hobby, causing mayhem his vocation. He handled the dark art affairs very well; so well that he looked like a ‘god” himself. He wore charms and amulets, smeared animal blood all over his body and he had his bath next to never. He made young ones scurry for safety and little children cling thightly to the hem of their mothers dress, so fearful and native was he that mothers used him to scare children to do their bidings: “eat your food now or I’ll call the voodoo man”, “go and have your bath or the herbalist would take you away.” He made men tremble and women faint. His voodoo was his life, he had no family,  his charms and amulets were enough.

And then…

He fell seriously ill; and on his death bed, he gave his life to christ and of course, God will accept a sinner because he is now labelled a new creature. I told a friend of mine this story and the question he asked was so complex; “Why should God forgive him after all the souls he had wasted so many lives?” And I still asked myself that same question “why did God forgive him?” The answer is MERCY. Our God is sooooo full of mercy, he is ever forgiving and always ready to give us a warm embrace and say “Welcome back home.” His fountain of mercy never runs dry and he gracefully fills our cup of mercy so that it overflows incessantly. No matter the type of sin one might have committed, once genuine repentance takes place, mercy sets in, grace covers all and sins are erased, forgiven and forgotten.  “WHAT AN AURA OF MERCY WE HAVE FROM GOD”

Mercy is God’s work that never tires him or wears him out. You may cower because of your sins, but his mercy is still there- brand new, unfading and never wears out. When he flooded the world during the time of noah, mercy made him declare the rainbow convenant to all of mankind; born and yet unborn. Mercy made him send his only begotten son “JESUS”; that is a very enormous gesture of mercy that none can contend with. Such act deserves an applause. .no…an award; and that award is the redemption of your soul and my soul.             A story was told of a pastor who was once a ritualist. He had killed so many souls and stolen destinies from a lot of people, rendering them useless. As God will have it he was given a cup of mercy and a spoon of Grace; and that brought about his repentance. He was later called to serve as a pastor. During a crusade he made an alter call and a particular man came out, seeing the man, the pastor broke down in tears, when he was asked why he wept, he explained that the man who came out was one of the people whose destiny he had taken…..but mercy made him a pastor, and mercy restored the hope and glory of the other man- mercy, mercy, mercy.

It is not that God ignores our sins or pretends it never happened, but because of his great love for us, his inestimable measure of mercy and his extravagant grace he declares us worthy through christ. There is no need anymore to hide in the shadows, we can be known and be free. We may be dissapointed in ourselves and exchange mercy for miles, putting distance between us and God. God is not like that, he still yearns for us to draw closer to him. Knowing all our sins and wrongdoings, he reaches out and pulls us close— THAT IS MERCY!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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An Interview with My Mum: She stays at home.

Virtually everyone on this planet have the bizarre thought that a woman who dosn’t go to work but stays at home is lazy and boring. They feel that such woman would be fat, ugly, lazy, boring and dull. They think they might not get through a conversation with them without dying of boredom.  Well, I decided to do some investigations and I came up with this interview of my mum. Why? She’s a clear opposite of the tags placed on housewives. My mum is young; early forties, fair, of average height, mother of three…okay let her do the talking…

NAME: MRS HELEN OVADJE.

BRIEF INTRODUCTION: Married to an engineer. An african woman who loves rich african culture, in her early forties and a lover of the colour green; it’s nature. A graduate of Federal Polytechnic, Oko, Anambra state, Nigeria. Read banking and finance- once worked in an oil company as an accountant. A Nigerian; Delta state to be precise.

THE DECISION TO BE A HOUSEWIFE WAS IT YOURS OR NATURE’S? That decision was mine. Like I said earlier on in my introduction, I was working as an accountant when I got married and when the kids started coming, I resigned. I resigned because I wanted to give my kids the full attention they deserve, moreover I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving my kids with someone or at the day care even for a minute or two. 

YOUR EXPERIENCE SO FAR? I’ve been a housewife for the past eighteen years, and my experience is a double sided one. Sometimes annoying, other times good but most of the time it has been wonderful. My staying at home to look after my children; all three of them, has helped me grow up with them, it has broadened and expanded my knowledge about them and so now, even though they are much older I know them inside out. I know what Stacy can do, I know what Anne can do likewise what Nicholas can do. So no one can tell a lie against them because I know them inside out. Another part of my experience is with the home. I’ve been able to maintain my home, knowing what goes in and out, who comes in and who goes out, keeping the home neat and clean especially when the kids were still little. And the sweetest experience so far with being a housewife is  my personal life experience.

HOW? The things I do as a housewife, the freedom and space I have, I may not have done or had any of those assets if I were working. Things I enjoyed like getting them ready for school, feeding the baby, taking long strolls when no one else was at home and things I still do like driving around the neighbourhood,  paying more attention to my looks, going to the gym….oohhh and the social aspects too, outings; alone and with the family, parties, hanging out with friends, taking the kids to parties and organising their own, celebrating birthdays in full and not having anything like work get in the way. Now I can get through a manicure session successfully- *giggles* I hardly got through a manicure-pedicure session without messing it up, now I get through easily. And most importantly it has helped in my closeness to God. Staying at home has given me more time to draw closer to God, knowing God more, reading my bible and praying for my family.

SO BEING A WORKING MOTHER IS WRONG? Not at all, it isn’t wrong. When it becomes wrong is when you put work before your kids and family, when your family is lacking and your focus is on your work. However, if you are coping well with the kids and work, and the results with the family is positive, go ahead dear, keep it up!!!

*clears throat* without heading any further, I hope I’ve been able to prove to you beyond any reasonable doubt through this interview with my mum that a being a housewife is still very much as interesting or even more interesting than being a working mum…….*courtesies*

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BLACK NEGRO’S DIARY: DAY 1

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As he walked down to the bus station he couldn’t help but notice the raw look on the faces of the people he passed by. They gazed at him in a cold and unfriendly manner, some with disgust and disdain written all over their faces.  Their plain hard stare made him feel uneasy and he picked up his pace. The ground felt hard and cold under his feet which was unusual for a really sunny day, no doubt the rains had been quite scarce that year, but the ground felt foreign to his feet.

He got to the bus station with a queasy feeling and a puzzled look on his face. The bus had not yet arrived and there was a long line of people surging to get bus tickets from the ticket booth up ahead. He joined the line and almost immediately the rush stopped; everyone was staring at him, peering hard with much irritation, their gaze piercing hard right through his skin. If eyes could kill he would have dropped dead right on that spot. He felt more uncomfortable, as they began avoiding him but still most concious of the ticket buying. Battling with the squeamish feeling their gaze brought, the intense heat of the sun was no better as it burned high and hard through his cloth piercing right through his flesh. He was feeling roasted. “Curse this sun,” he muttered under his breath as he struggled to maintain his position on the line amidst the full glare of the people around. The hot sun made him realise how thirsty he was and he wished for a cold drink.

“Mum look,”a little child screamed out, “that man is black.” Everyone turned around to look at him, as he looked at the child still pointing at him. She held onto her mother’s hand as she continued “why is he in a line with white people?” He prayed for a miracle as the line seemed not to be moving. Then he noticed something quite weird, he was at the back of the line; the last person on the line- he had been unconciously bounced to the end of the line and as such was the last person on the line. Why?

Because he is Black!!!

After buying the ticket, he sat under a shade waiting patiently for the bus as he sipped the drink he bought at the station’s shop. Prayers finally answered, the bus arrived and he scurried to his feet to join the line of people queining to enter the bus. Getting on the bus, he noticed that there was still that skin-piercing gaze of everyone on him.

“You can’t sit here.” A voice behind him said. Quite startled, he turned around and saw a man quite older than him, peering hard at him through the spectacles he wore.

“Why?” he asked in an uncertain tone.

“What do you mean why?” the man bellowed at him, “you are black, the whites sit in front, the blacks sit at the back” he spoke further “that’s if there is a sit at the back”, he added, stirring up laughter from the people in the bus.

With uneasiness and fear of physical harassment, he moved to the back of the bus. Having a feeling of insecurity and unsure of his life and safety, all because…

HE IS BLACK!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pass it On○○○

There are various fables that have been passed around from generations to generations. For example, the fable of having someone who passes through walls and chimenys on christmas eve to drop gifts by the tree and in our stockings. Is there really a santa clause that exists, is the ghost of halloween real, are there bunnies that actually drop eggs around the house during easter,….

What fable have you been told as a child; now that you know its not true, what difference does it make? Will you pass this same fable to your children and grand children so that they have a fun and swell childhood or you’ll tell them in plain words; “chris there is no santa”, “tasha the easter bunnies do not exist”…. Would  you do that or pass it on??

 

 

 

And He Learned

Rethink the Rant

When he noticed the naked little girl at the beach didn’t look quite like he did and asked why, they answered his questions in simple phrases painted in black and white, pink and blue, and tradition. And he learned that boys and girls were different.

When one of the neighbor kids painted his nails, they got angry. That wasn’t something boys did. And he learned that there were different rules for boys and girls, and that breaking those made people upset.

When he was handed down a pink bike from his cousin, they replaced it with a blue one, because they didn’t want him to be mocked for having a “girly” bike. And he learned that being girly was something to be mocked.

When he cried, they told him to be a man. And he learned that crying, and being not a man, was something less.

When he was being picked…

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A Short Story: Prayer

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Praying at Heavens Gate.

I know of a man; David Livingstone, he was born in Scotland in 1813. Of course when I say I know him dosn’t mean I had met him one on one. I met him on a long journey through his story- his biography. I know David to be one of history’s greatest explorers..-before I go on with my story, please dont get me wrong for the umpteenth time, the storyline of this story is unique and different, why, I’m going to tell the story my way…….

David was one of five children in a poor family that resided in two small rooms. His parents were poor in earthly wealth but rich in spirit, and they inspired their son to devote his life to serving God and his fellow man.  Livingstone began working in the cotton mills at age ten and continued there for many years, eventually earning enough money to put himself through college, where he studied medicine and theology. He spent most of his adult life exploring Africa, bringing “modern” medicine and God’s Word to its remotest regions. He was the first person to cross the continent from east to west and the first white man to see Victoria Falls. He planted missions, spread the gospel, and endured incredible hardships. In doing so, it is said that he added a million square miles to what was then considered the whole world-and hundreds, maybe thousands of souls to the heavenly rolls.

He was showered with accolades for his work. But the thing about his life that touches my heart and perhaps the heart of others is the way he died…-wait, I’m about to tell you an interesting kind of death so listen carefully…. Early on the morning of May 1, 1873, he was found dead, kneeling beside his bed; I told you his death was interesting, but that’s not all. While doing God’s will, praying alone in a remote African hut, he was lifted up by God’s own hand and surrounded by the heavenly host singing a glorious “Amen!”

He died in what I presume to be a strange but extraordinary manner- he died whilst praying. This is just another one of the many stories of the heroes of faith.

“Pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. -1 THESSALONIANS 5:17-18”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Disconnect to Connect: Journey to Sobriety

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INNER PEACEººº

“Stop, breathe deeply, stay still, be calm, communicate with your inner man, have Inner Peace…..” Po was told.  The Kung fu panda, you remember don’t you. Master Shifu sure knew what he was doing telling a troubled panda to have inner peace.Stupid as it may seem, it’s the truth. Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hardwork. Rather it means to be in the misdt of all the noise, troubles and chaos and still be CALM IN YOUR HEART. Now don’t get me wrong, i didnt say you should play deaf to the things happening around you, I mean having a quite and still mind; your inner man needs to talk too. Even dear Buddha said and I quote “True and lasting inner peace can never be found in external things. It can only be found within.  And then, once we find and nuture it within ourselves, it radiates outward.”-Buddha. As my mum puts it “there are lots of annoying containers everywhere, your ability to deal with them, strenghtens your inner man and nourishes inner peace.” What kind of container are you dealing with; is it pain, malice, anxiety, worry, depression, boredom, hatred…..Nothing is worth losing your inner peace. Take action as circumstances require,  but never surrender your inner peace. Its simple; Disconnect with the outer world and Connect with your inner man, he’ll take you on an awesome Journey to Sobriety. Trust me or rather ‘trust him’. So right now I’m going to join Master Shifu in finding inner peace…Stop.Breathe deeply.close my eyes.Breath deeply again…..ahhhhh…..Relax….peace…peace….peac…eeeee *silence*

 

 

 

“It Is Well With My Soul”

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the holy spirit.” -Romans 15:13 Image

Take a detailed look at the heading. Ponder deeply on that phrase and ask yourself “when have I ever said this to myself”. These words have been formulated to fill the human mind with hope and peace whenever it is voiced with power, faith and authority. The famous movie: Three Idiots, also has a redefined form of this phrase “ALL IZZ WELL”. If such a phrase has so much power attached to it, its origin must have been outstanding enough to have borne such strong and powerful phrase.

ITS ORIGIN; Horatio Spafford waited a long time for a son. He had four girls before his baby boy was born. His family was complete. He was a successful attorney in Chicago and life was good. But his baby son died, and that tragedy was quickly followed by the Great Fire, which wiped out everything he had. One of Horatio’s friends who was the preacher Dwight L. Moody. Moody was holding a crusade in London,  and Horatio decided to send his wife and daughters to England for a few weeks to lift their spirits.

It took twelve minutes for the ship they were on to go down. All the girls were lost. His wife sent a two word telegram:  “Saved alone.” Horatio boarded another ship to join his wife. As he reached the point in the ocean where the vessel carrying his daughters went down, the captain joined him. “This is where your daughters lost their lives,” he said. “No,” Horatio replied. “This is where their real lives began.”

He then took a piece of the ship’s stationary down to his cabin and wrote,

When peace like a river attends my way.

When sorrow like sea billows roll

Whatever my lot thou hast taught me to say

It is well; it is well with my soul. 

What manner of faith he had, even after losing all his children! What is that problem that you are facing that seems so big or even bigger than God. What is that challenge of life that seems to pull you down, remember the story of Ruth in the Bible; Ruth chose to whisper to herself and say “It Is Well With My Soul”, Oprah chose not to say those words- and we all know their ending. Whatever situation life throws at you, throw it back a double-fold. Dont let the challenges of life weigh you down because they are bound to happen. Horatio lost all but he had faith in the giver of hope and life. Such faith of his could be linked to what the bible describes as “mustard-seed faith”- so tiny yet does wonders. Lemony Snicket once said “All cannot be lost when there is still so much being found.”

What a principle!

Horatio was a man who had found God so faithful in the past that even as he stared into the cold waters of the North Atlantic, the peace of Christ flooded over him.

Develop your own mustard-seed-growing-into-a-big-tree kind of faith today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

True Delight

“I will walk about in freedom, for I have sought out your precepts.” -Psalm 119:45  Image

There is liberty in knowing the Word of God and walking freely in its truths. Psalm 1 describes the pure happiness that comes from this intentional way of living: “But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is likea tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither” (vv. 2-3).

Living with a clear conscience and a light heart has nothing to do with our own rules or judgments or small confined perspectives. Rather, the key to personal liberty is delighting in God’s Word. In Mere Christianity C. S. Lewis writes, “To become holy is rather like joining a secret society. To put it at the very lowest, it must be great fun.”

What a wonderful perspective! Why then must we make our lives so much more complicated then they need be. Why must we wonder where the narrow road is. We wonder if the person to our right or left is “doing it right.” We wonder if anyone is noticing how hard we are trying.

God says, “Focus on me! Love me, delight in my ways, and be free!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Power of Vision- PT 1

It is Dr.Myles Munroe who wrote and I quote “vision is the source and hope of life. The greatest gift ever given to mankind is not the gift of sight but the gift of vision. Sight is a function of the eyes, vision is a function of the heart.”

The eyes that look are common, but the eyes that see are few. Nothing praiseworthy on earth is ever done without vision. Vision goes ahead of manifestation. When there is a VISION, there is a FUTURE. It is actually the picture of a future. Vision has the power to transform and enthrone a glorious future.
What can Vision not accomplish? It is the key to hope in the midst of despair, a propelling force of endurance in the face of hopelessness and tribulation. How strong is your power of vision. Does it have the propelling force and power to give endurance in the face of hopelessness and despair? Taking a look at Biblical examples: The triumph of Joseph over and above his siblings was the instance of his vision and work. One cannot have Vision and not work towards it; its like having the almighty Bugatti Veryon without its brake system attached, its either you dont drive the car at all or you drive it to an accident. That is exactly how vision works. You must back up that vision with work, not just any kind of work- HARDWORK. “I have the vision of graduating from the university with a first class”, are you working towards it. “I see myself six years from now attaining great heights” are you coupling that great vision with hard work. “I would love to cure cancer” what effort have you made towards achieving that goal. Add a plus of hardwork to the vision you have. Remember Vision has the power to transform and enthrone a glorious future.

To be continued…