Have we really all sinned? Have we really all got a reason to say I needed a saviour? Or were some of born and raised clean?
But yet, the irony in all of this is to have an amazing marriage, a key cornerstone will be to be good as friends to each other; not just friends but best friends. In the friendzone, this friendship is there; the willingness to accept and love each other unconditionally and the missing part is supposedly "sexual chemistry." Ironically, these besties often do not want to lose their intimate place even when the other finds a good relationship but yet do not want to go out with each other because they are "friends."
Sometime during this past week, it occurred to me that the Bible is divine; God-breathed and given. Since becoming born again maybe at around 14, I have never doubted that the Bible is God's word. I knew that, but this week it meant something a little different-more personal and precious to me...
Is He not the one who says:
I am the Lord; I change not?
My heart therefore it burns
It is the cry of my soul
Lord, revive your work i the midst of my days...
So today, my mind is wrapped up in Ecclesiastes 10 vs 1, and what it implies in the life of a believer. I am wrapped up because at the core of my heart, i realise that this means there is no room for "pet peeves" and tolerable sin to the believer.
A reason that really will redefine how we do life; that will redefine how we respond to challenges and setbacks, and put our hearts at rest irrespective of what today may look like for each one of us. For those of us who like to cut to the chase; the simple reason always boils down to Him, God, our Father and His assurance of love for us that is exemplified by His death on the cross.
The part that says "God heard the cry of the boy" jumped out at me, and as I took a few moments to reflect, i became profoundly aware that the story of Ishmael is to us, a testament of the abounding mercy and love of God. It is a glimpse into the workings of God that should give us confidence when we pray.
Would we sing of the God who parts the Red Sea, had the Israelites not faced an enemy in the rear and in the front? And death stared them in the eye, but God delivered them? Would we talk of Jesus as the healer, if there were never sickness? Would we be talking of a God who heals the lame, the blind and the deaf if these never existed?
I myself remember crying when my Form 4 results were made known to me, and my Shona result was not what I had wanted. I had invested late nights, reading of novels and research to try to get that elusive A. And when it did not come, I was so frustrated. And though the example may seem petty; my point is simply that I can relate to the feeling of a heavy heart from an unfulfilled dream.
So how many of us have watched the Transformers movies, or the cartoons, and the Autobots are in trouble, teteering on the edge of defeat and nigh annihilation when Optimus Prime steps onto the scene, wielding some gambit that makes the Autobots transition from the edge of defeat and onto victory? And we all know… Continue reading “I am Optimus Prime”