NO MORE OPTIONS? GREAT!

When I ran out of options, my faith mounts the skies like an eagle at high altitude.

When my untying the rope seem to be more entangling, when human effort is effortless, when sophisticated weaponry allows my seeing nothing but a mirage, when hope shuts down and reason needs rebooting, when all listening ears expire;

then the 'listening ears' to my prayer steps in!

Seconds and my bitterness is archived, plummeted in a testimony chest that awaits your own challenges. 

Heaven pulls my petition file and endorses for the release of uncommon grace and favour to see me through the mountains I face. It is in these moments the mountains disappear. A path clearer than the ones I have imagined in my wildest dreams is created before my very eyes. The promise of the one true God becomes so heavy in its implementation; so simple in its manifestation; and so glorious in its divination.

Don’t give up on your challenges! You are building gigabytes of uncommon testimonies to baffle the confused minds of the unbelief.

A CHALK, A PENCIL AND A PEN

When we were little (https://www.facebook.com/WhenIWasALittleChild), we used to use a chalk and a slate. My kindergarten class was the World Trade Centre. 

Transactions of children battling each other and batter trading for leverage to achieve unreasonable goals. My slate was my galaxy tab. You would find every information about me on it. And when I needed to refresh it, it was just a duster away.

Then came the days of using a pencil. Ha...how fulfilling it felt to hold on to my HB pencil. I was so into the pencil, i grew a very great artist. I would sharpen the tip to look like the apex of Mount Everest. What i loved most was the eraser, it reminded me of my chalk and slate days.

Graduating to the use of Pen was a kindergarten vision achieved. Just amazing. Truth be told, I had started using it prematurely; imitating my dad in the way he went about scribbling his name T-O-M-M-Y. I had grown out of using the chalk and walked by my kindergarten class every morning surprised by how short those kids looked and how much they pride themselves with their 'Some Song Galaxy Tabs'.

By the time I walked up to buy a pen for class, I would meet these upper primary kids coming for pencils. Ha..i would scoff! positioning my pen in my breast pocket to face the world! The joy of asking for permission to go out and sharpen my pencil, was joy the more.

Little did i realize that the transition was significant in my Success one day;

The chalk represented how easily I would be able to make mistakes and rob it off as a little child. How people would easily overlook my errors as unintentional. No wonder we fought each other every minute, yet forgot after the next minute that it ever happened.

The pencil would represent mistakes i would make in my middle age, once that would demand effort to erase...

The pen days would be errors that would demand a greater force to clean; which even after cleaning would leave scars to be remembered for years.

What a realization! The days of Rain Rain Go Away sure taught us how to actually stay awake to the deeper errors we could commit in our old age. Enough caused already! Look me through the eyes of a kindergarten child and let the scars I have created melt away.

What are friends for?

A HAMMER AND NAILS

Call me funny but I've been thinking. Thinking about what in a hammer and a nail would make Heaven qualify Joseph as the human father for Christ.

Thinking about why Heaven would introduce Christ to a hammer and a nail at such a tender age, when they ultimately would be the at the crucifixion, what the gun was at Newtown, USA.

Why did our Father's choice of a father have to be a Carpenter?
Was it perhaps to familiarize His son with the hitting-cracking effect of a hammer on the head of a nail?

If so it sure made Jesus Christ very frank. He'd hit the nail on the head whenever he got the chance.

Was Jesus being prepared? I wonder the number of times Jesus accidentally hit his own hand.

I wonder if he learned to value the 'ordinary' from watching his father Joseph carve something out of nothing. A lesson that ultimately led Him to refine fishermen into change catalysts.

O God! the lessons you teach!