Did I expect an apology? After all, this was a bus in Lagos. Everyone suddenly had something else occupying their attention; they seemed to look everywhere else but my direction. Only the woman beside me offered any comfort in her low whispered, “Some people can’t apologise”...
As time went on, however, they grew tired of feeding themselves, making clothes for themselves and building houses for themselves. Why don't we make slaves?
I look on the state of Nigeria and her place in Africa, indeed in the hearts of the black race and I am tempted to look for a similar savior. But… It.is.just.not.possible.
I’ll admit that all of my electronic gear is very, very cool. And it truly is. But here’s what I’m learning is not so cool: becoming more fascinated with my stuff than with God.
In college I realized that following Jesus was a whole different ball game than simply believing in Him. Anyone can believe, but only true followers passionately pursue the will of God. They strive to let His Son take over their entire lives.
Remember the promise I made on fb last year to improve more on the site? Well, I keep my word and while this is just a facet of the other things I wish to do, I hope you enjoy this one.
After the first five minutes of the usual call to thank God for the happenings of the past week the pastor burst into another round of praises that wasn’t in line with my registered norm of Sunday services.
Have you ever thought of how you sometimes spend a ridiculous amount of time looking for what was on the center table? Or maybe looking for your glasses while they were on your head?
It’s Monday morning. My alarm goes off at 6:15 to wake me for the new day. I ignore it...
Why would a babe in swaddling clothes be a sign to some shepherds about the Messiah's birth? Well, culled from Michael Norten's Unlocking the Secrets of the Feasts here's a beautiful interpretation of God's plan with it. Attached at the bottom of the post is my Christmas gift, just for you.😉