Friday, 30 May 2014

When I say I'm a Christian...

Got this foward today and it spoke to me so much, I thought I'd share it...

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean living."
I'm whispering "I was lost,"
Now I'm found and forgiven.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need CHRIST to be my guide.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
and need HIS strength to carry on.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
and need God to clean my mess.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
but, God believes I am worth it.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain,
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner
who received God's good grace, somehow.

Sunday, 25 May 2014

Saturday afternoon... Sunday evening...


I miss those Saturday afternoons where you combed your hair, dressed your best and your parents took you with them to a wedding
Those Sunday evenings where immediately after church, you drove to your aunt's place to visit and play with your cousins.

I miss those Saturday afternoons where you stayed in the dormitory sleeping or went boys end just do to nothing.
Those Sunday evenings where you reacted spaghetti in percolator and shared with all your classmates or went for 'entertainment' just to see your crush and hope he says hi to you

I miss those Saturday afternoons where you closed shop at 4pm instead of 6 pm to meet your friends at Nandos and prayed your boss wouldn't choose that day to pass by.
Those Sunday evenings where you got home and went straight to your room praying your parents wouldn't notice how late it is.

I miss those Saturday afternoons where you woke up at 2pm after a wild Friday night just to shower, eat and then head back to sleep.
Those Sunday evenings where Katy Perry's 'I kissed a girl' played on the radio and you sat with your girlfriend and talked about boys.

I miss those Saturday afternoons where we all drove up the hill and jumped into the water and swam till our hair broke.
Those Sunday evenings where you stayed indoors and watched series and ate cereal and white wine.

I miss those Saturdays when I played hide and seek with Ethel and Mwine and Tsiima cried because we found him first
Those Sunday evenings where we were the last to leave church and Aby was always trying to convince me to sleep over.

I'll miss these Saturday afternoons where Colin and I go to watch a rugby game and my team beats his while he makes jokes..
These Sunday afternoons where Jackie from school invites me for her children's birthday party and I forget the gift...

Oh how time flies...

Saturday, 10 May 2014

The leopard and it's spots.

It's hard to believe that people do change, especially after you give someone a second chance and they go right ahead and do the same thing all over again. 'A leopard never changes it's spots' is a saying I'm sure we are all familiar with. But what really are these 'spots'?

As a person who has gone through a remarkable change, and is probably still changing, and will probably continue to gradually change till I die, I should probably state that I absolutely believe in the leopard changing it's spots. It's been said that we all have an evil side, and when pushed to the limit in given situations, even Saints would react in a way that would shock even the most shameless sinner.

What is change really if not focusing and building on the traits you want to develop and continually saying no to the ones you want to do away with? We all have it in us; the potential to be very good and also very bad, it's just a matter of the stimulus.

So if someone has been on the straight and narrow for a good while, trying to change and become a better version of themselves, don't count them off. These things take time.  Just because their evil side hasn't reared it's ugly head in a while, doesn't mean it died a natural quick death. And just because they slip and unfortunately fall back into an old bad habit one given Saturday, doesn't mean that nothing at all has changed.

It's all about perspective.  What you get is what you see.