Make a choice and move your mountain.

Sure, you've heard it before...a faith that can move mountains.

Mountains for me are high regions where grass, trees, animals and snow reside...hundreds of years old, may be thousands. These mountains stay where they are come rain or sunshine, and the idea of moving one is just not very realistic, well, unless of course there is a movie that dares to make it happen, showing unrealistic themes and stories for make believe. Truth is, in real life, that wouldn't happen now, would it? Of course yes, it could. In fact, it could move really well if you made the right choices. I know I've tried making some choices that went really bad, and i would be like, 'how on earth did i get here'? but with all the faith that's in me, i somehow believe that that the mountain could be anything in my life. A mean teacher, a horrible relationship, a glass-ceiling situation, an abusive father or husband, a really intimidating boss, a real crazy loan officer who won't let you have that money and others who are just plain mean. Through all the bad, it's very easy to to allow unrealistic themes, stories and unrealistic decision making become part of our human nature. It's so bad that we are not able to tell the difference anymore, thus making unrealistic choices.

But not this story. This is real. It is real life, where one has to make a decision that could either break or make the future. Life is full of bad potatoes, rotten peas, expensive and bad quality clothes and dirty water. Sounds horrible? Not really? with all the bad there is, something must be good somewhere, but its not easy to come by unless you make a choice to change something. You alone are left with a decision to make. Will you be like the rotten peas? behave like them? react the same way as the bad quality clothes? Well, then how do you remain sane in the midst of filthy water? how do you come to a place of solace where common sense is lacking, where thinking straight is hard and remaining functional in the midst of the storm seems unrealistic. It can only happen if you make a realistic choice.

The choice to love harder, the choice to embrace more, the choice to accommodate peace, the choice to stop the slander, the choice to stop overeating, the choice to stop rumor-mongering, the choice to stop spending ungodly hours with ungodly people (that's really ungodly!!), the choice to stop blaming others and taking responsibility, the choice to tell the truth, the choice to honor those honor is due, a choice to stop taking credit for someone else success, the choice to listen to your mother if she's right, a choice to take your children to church (never leave your kids at home if you are going to church, no matter how old they are!!)Make that choice to extend a hand to the invisible person. Make a choice to encourage your boss though it's the last thing on your mind. Make a choice to give fully if you can. Make a choice to tithe consistently, it's not about the church or the pastors. It has got nothing to do with them. Make a choice not to rob God, he deserves what's due to him. So many choices to make and somehow somewhere, we aren't able to change. Make a choice to leave that room if you need to, make a choice to tear those magazines if you need to and make a choice to cancel that x-rated channel you've got. I've made choices in my life and I'm still making them one day at a time.

Try and make a choice today. It could move your mountain.

Ignorance as a classroom subject

What if a subject known as Ignorance was actually apart of the school subject schedule? Ok, this is how it would look on the class schedule:
8:30 - English, 9:10 - Social Studies, 10:00 - Ignorance.
This would save us a whole lotta problems i bet!

Ignorance is being ignored, and it's hurting those that we love, those that we know and care about and those that we see from afar...like on the TV. I crack up, really hard, when i hear some reasons given by some ignorant folks. I get really sad and then mad and I'm like, 'how on earth could a fellow human being be so ignorant'?

Turns out it's pretty easy to be ignorant. It starts by switching off common sense, turning away the truth, putting away any common ground and nailing those who oppose you to the cross, and then dragging the cross on hot coals giving excuses. Ignorance is not a joke. It destroys development and growth. It destroys germination of modern formalities like black presidents and free speech, and it's obvious that it could destroy the next generation as parents struggle to keep their kids in school. May be all schools should have a lesson plan that includes:
Introduction to Ignorance 101
Introduction to Ignorance in your neighborhood and more advanced courses should have:
Understanding Ignorance in your Country.

Enough said.

Who are you really married to?

Why is it that we the church goers and those that do not go to church or love God share the same divorce rate? Is there something that we all share and are doing together that we aren't supposed to be doing? I think there is...

We are all married to the idea of being married. Because if we were really married to the men and women in our lives, we would talk to them, solve problems with them, cry with them, laugh with them, hug them, kiss them, cuddle, constructively criticize them, encourage them, guide them, share chores with them, surprise them, and compliment them, not just in private but in public. But most of us either do not have the time, or do not see the need to do this. Everyday that you do not acknowledge your husband or your wife takes away something that can never be replaced, or if it's ever replaced, will not look the same.

Take sometime and let him know that you can both get through it if you gave it one more chance. Take sometime and declare war against every friend, family member and co-worker who is bringing division in your home. Take sometime and lock that door from the inside, talk to your wife, take a hold your husband's hand and look into those eyes. Apologize like you mean it. Compliment those curves and appreciate her. Hand him some clean socks and plant a reassuring pat on his back. He will not forget. Feed him like your own baby...not spoon feed (only works for babies). Appreciate that he comes home straight from work, appreciate that he chooses to spend Saturday night with you, and not with the boys. Acknowledge that she chooses to save the $10 dollars to get your favorite steak.

Remember why you chose him in the first place. Do not forget why she chose you. Do not abandon the wife of your youth. Remember the smile on his face when you told him yes? Work hard to get back there. That first time, when all you could see was him. That first time she touched your arm. Remember those days. Go back there, and start afresh. It is well worth it.

silent killer

I'm done. Finally off of it. wohooooo!
I can't tell you how liberating it is to be free.

This thing had coiled itself around me like a snake, and though i had control over it, it always seemed like i had an obligation to it. It's like a cigarette (never smoked in my life), but i always felt inclined to taste it, look, see, spend time on it. I needed to be on it,to see people, hear what's going on and be all over the place. BUT it started to feel ike a disease, like a total waste of time, I started to get bored. In the mean time, i lost focus on my reading and writing.

See, before the explosion of this beautiful silent killer, I kept an active journal, i had a blog and i read at least 2-3 books. But i can't really say that i read much or wrote enough while i was on facebook. This thing became a silent killer of reality in my life. It is a silent killer of productivity in the work place, a silent killer of marriages and relationships, and definitely a silent killer of time management. Don't get me wrong, i wasn't addicted, i wasn't not having a life, it just silently killed what i loved to do best. Thus my decision to let go. Ha!

Right now I'm thinking about all the people who are wrapped up in it, those who can't breathe without it. Every few minutes, every 2 hours, a few times a day, they go in there, update everyone else on their bad day, hoover on other people's profiles, take quizzes and post them to let the world know how ignorant, worldly, sexy, illiterate they are - and my favorite!! what song of Beyonce they are! c'mon now. I think facebook is semi evil, semi-useful, semi-dangerous, semi-scary, semi-helpful, semi-great. See, thing is, it's all about what you think about it. It's very personal and each individual is entitled to their own opinion. My opinion though is that i can live without it.

It took away so much of who I am. See, there are genuine moments in there, sometimes real stuff is on it, and the people are cool too. In there you find great friends, family, acquaintances, enemies, those who are out to hoover all over your profile, those who snoop and never say anything, and then when you meet them weeks later, they remind you of something you said! That's downright spooky!

Facebook is what you want it to be for you. It's what you make to be in life. As for me, myself and I, facebook was fun, gave me the opportunity to connect with friends old and new and family from far. But I am done for now. I am giving myself a break and I'm sure somehow somewhere i will be okay.

What's my problem then!

Devaluing what i am and who God has called me to be is something i do often. I always tend to think that others are better than I am. I beat myself up for thinking too much. But I'm learning that i don't have to be a bible scholar to pray and believe for someone else healing and deliverance, oh! and mine too. I am also learning that i don't need to be on the pulpit to declare war against the enemy, and I'm also learning that God is not a respecter of persons, and that He finds me worthy and able enough to trust me to spread His word. What's my problem then!

Thing is i have a lot in me that needs to be said. I have a lot in me that needs to be written down. You know how i know that? coz i have tons of written stuff, tons of things in my head, mind and more going through my veins. It's not even funny!! but i know so well that i can't just blurb things out, i can't just speak and tell stories. It needs to be necessary, useful and timely for that time. It just can't be something to make one happy for a second. I need it to be a life changing thing, a situation where perspectives, mindsets and views are changed. Can i do that? I think i can. I'm learning how to one day at a time.

Mission to change Africa's Image

I'm on a mission to change Africa's image.
It's not all about hunger, poverty, disease and flies in the eyes and nose kinda pictures.
There is more, and the world needs to know.

At times i don't see it.

The desire of my heart is to sense, discern, see, hear, and capture what God has ordained for the day, the moment and the environment. My want and my will usually get in my way though, and at times i don't see it, I don't sense and i fail to capture that moment. Scary thing is, it could be when I'm walking down the street, and someone stops right in my track, almost bumping into me and my first instinct is excuse me!! move aside, look him/her up down with a sneer and walk away mad that they got in my way. Was that a test for me? what would Jesus do? brush him aside or notice the need in the man's life? I could also be in line at the store with my full cart of food, and i know very well that most of this food will not last - and the person behind me is a woman with 2 kids, and in their cart is beef jerky, a coke, 3 packets of doritos and 2 for a $1.00 frozen dinners. At this point i clearly feel that one of my food bags should be in their cart, but i dismiss it as....she probably gets the welfare money and buys junk with it...why should i help? May be she couldn't even get welfare!! Yet again, it was a moment to portray Christ's love and i missed it. At times i don't see it.
Another time was at a small neighborhood Starbucks, and i was in line and in came 2 cops and joined in the line. I'm thinking...these guys do such a great job, quick to respond, always helpful and makes environment safe, yet! they also racial profile, discriminate, beat people on cars and stuff like that. So, i let my assumptions get in my way,and instead of encouraging them, supporting them and showing appreciation, i missed out again. At times i just don't see it.

Worst is at church where everyone is supposed to feel loved and wanted and appreciated, right? Yet, i can't deny the existence of clicks, specific groups, a culture that only shares amongst itself. Now, there are those who are not in these clicks, or in the groups, those not popular and definitely need a lift me up. They say...'can't you see me? do i need to dress like you for you to notice me?, I take the bus here, i can't afford a car and goodwill is the best that i can get. 'My hair and nails are not done weekly and this is me as i am. I need you to recognize me, help me understand that it's ok and Jesus loves me the way I am. Please love me as i am. Demonstrate that Christ also loves people like me. As for me, this is where it all stops. I want to sense God more in my environment, I desire for Him to show me the needs, the specifics so that i can help spread his love, demonstrate his love and love those who are invisible. Sometimes I just don't see it. I need more of God.