Enkounters

A blessing given, a privilege taken... What would you have grown up to be? Who can say? You never lived long enough   To swim across the river like the bigger boys,   To climb mango trees, hunt for ‘swims’,   Suck cocoa seeds all day in the summer,   Collect bird egg, go to market on your own.   You never lived to learn how to play an instrument Maybe the drums or the guitar Or maybe the piano, the trombone They can never tell the tale of how you studied hard   For the GSAT or maybe the CXC, CAPE, SAT, GRE... Or even how you never loved the books but could sing, Dance, draw, cook, paint, fix tings good. Ever describe that look on your face when You get your first job, purchase your first car,   Start your own business, experience loss, bounce back ‘Check you first catty’, marry her Gracefully receive a position of leadership Walk into your own house, hold your first child in your hands. Who, what, and how can they ever explain why you... but a child to be cradled a

Today I met a man...a man who caused me to look briefly beyond my own problems and place myself in someone else's shoe... for a change. This man was severely aged...not by time. It was the kind of aging that comes as a result of prolonged hardships and stress.His blood stained eyes encased in midnight black skin gave testament to the many   tears he cried at night. His salt and pepper hair was proof of all that he endured in those times when solace would only come after he would strip himself naked and cry out to God. His eroded skin, protruding jaw bone and lemon yellow teeth was evidence of the extent to which he forsook health and common sense to be wrapped up in the bosom of despair.   He spoke of the terrible accidents that he had been involved in that left him with a greater appreciation of the disabled among us and some memorable souvenirs - a steel rod in his knee, a metal plate in his foot and a slightly hunched posture. None of these however were able to leave as deep

The decisions we are faced with in life are often like multiple choice questions. Out of a series of choices, we are often able to weed out the blatantly incorrect choices...but then we are always left with two that just seem to be right...both could pass as 'the correct' response. The average person often fails because there is always that one response that, at face-value, appears to be a good answer (Proverbs 14:12). However, the learned know that the correct answer often only comes after a process of evaluation/discernment where both choices are compared. This comparison will reveal that the mere presence of the better answer makes the 'good answer' incorrect! A case in point is the story of Mary and Martha,recorded in Luke, where Jesus came to pay them a visit: "v38 As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. v39She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening

Lest I forget ... Last night I dreamt my sisters and I were on some house boat. We were talking about all sorts of things...athletes and what it’s like to be an MV player. We were talking about different athletes...their salvation and their insecurities and mess-ups then all of a sudden somebody started blaming it on a particular girlfriend (this part is still not so clear...in the dream it seemed like a sudden and out of the blue switch) then I started praying and stopped. As I opened my eyes I saw my sister-K covered up under a blanket and closing her eyes while somebody (a fourth person who I still can’t figure out who it was , the person seemed female) was talking...she was praying for so long that my other sister –R started praying too and finished praying before she did but the entire time I was there listening to the person talk. Then I, or was it that fourth person got the idea of starting a women’s ministry...the person pointed to the fact that we had already considered it