Spare the road and spoiled the Child

There was this intelligent young man who had one bad eye. It was at about the age of 20 he discovered the reason of his one-eyed. He was told that as a child he was playing with a stick. His mother saw him, ran and collected the stick from him. Then he started crying ( which is usual of children). Then the mother felt that giving him back the stick will stop the crying. Indeed, he stopped crying and in the course of playing with the stick, he pierced one of his eyes. The harm caused by the stick left a regrettable, indelible mark on the boy. On hearing the cause of his predicament, the boy was furious and angrily threatened to remove his mother’s eye too. Then the young man said to her mother “if you have taken away the stick from me when I was a child, do you think I would still be crying?”



The Peasant and His Beautiful Bicycle

There was a pleasant farmer who after labouring for thirty years was able to buy a bicycle from his hard earned savings. The bicycle for him was a product of his hey day and he loved it so dearly. Whenever he went to the village square or his usual drinking spot he would pack the bicycle in the open which usually won the admiration of passers by.
On one fateful day, he went out as usual for drinking where he drank to stupor. While leaving for his house, due to his mental state, he couldn’t remember his beautiful bicycle. He managed to stagger and got home. Getting into his bed, he slept off immediately. He woke up refreshed and sane the next day only to realize that he left his beautiful bicycle at the market Square. He thought to himself, someone must have stolen the bicycle by now. However, he still went to see what fate had in Stock for him..


Between his house and the market Square myriads of thought and regret flashed his mind. One of the thoughts was the many years he had coped without the bicycle. He pulled himself together until he got to the place where he left the bicycle. To his greatest surprised the bicycle was just as he left it the previous day. Overwhelmed with joy, he rushed and grabbed the bicycle, took it and went home. On getting home he gathered his neighbours and friends to join him in thanking God for protecting his bicycle from being stolen. The climax of the Thanksgiving was in the Church as friends and relations were gathered to that effect.





When coming into the Church, he packed his beautiful bicycle in the Church premises. As soon as the Thanksgiving was over, he beckoned on the clergy to come bless the source of his Thanksgiving. Lo and behold the bicycle is no where to be found. It has been stolen in the Church premises.





Are people becoming less discipline in the Church? What could be responsible?


Believe In Yourself:Deep Within You Stands A Warrior

Tough people dare when others doubt. Believe in yourself for the walls around you do not define the will within you. See everything that you face in life as a test; face it because your heart wants what’s beyond it. Embrace your results and never give less than what you expect, and always remember in your own ways – You are powerful, you can do it, and you are a champion.
— Kiplimo Chemirmir – Kenyan Warrior

Immeasurable Sacrifice

Arm robbers
broke into a house at night and had a fruitless outing. Before
leaving, they thought if they were caught after this fruitless
adventure, it would amount to double tragedy on their part.

So, to settle the
matter they asked the couple to submit one of them to be killed so that
peradventure they were caught, there will be evidence that they deserve whatever
punishment that will be melted on them. The robbers asked the couple to decide
who will be willing to offer his/her self. Turning to each other the husband
was the first to speak out. He told his wife: “you know I am the bread-winner
of this family, if I die you and the children will be subjected to untold
hardship and misery. Apart from that, my relations may even come and claim
everything I have left behind for you and the children. He concluded, above
all, you know I am the HEAD of the family, imagine what a body is without a
head. I think it will be for the general good of the family if you will accept
to go.”


             

   The
woman responded: “my husband, you know the role of the woman in the house; she
is the heart beat without which there wouldn’t be order in the family. After
all, all the children are grown up and the last child is almost done with schooling. They
don’t need you financially anymore. In fact the first and the second are now
independent. Have you forgotten that they are working and can take care of the
family expenses? As for your relation coming to claim anything in the family,
it won’t be possible. All you need to do is to sigh your will and the children
and I will get a lawyer. She concluded saying, what the children really need
now is motherly affection, and I think it will be better for the family if you
accept the death offer.”





Romans 5:7  Indeed, rarely will anyone die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person someone might actually dare to die. (NRSV) 

BE GRATEFUL, DON’T WHINE by Francis Aquaticus

On that Wednesday morning inside a bus, when her life would change forever, Ezinne woke with a headache. It couldn’t have been because of the ‘bob marley’ hair she made at the saloon a day before. She’d rush to the rest room, the very place that reminded her of Zaina hostel. She tried to put herself together amidst the wordless rage that boiled within her. She wished her life was laced with a purpose. It has been two years in Nigeria and she couldn’t get her dream job. Even her best friend Enwongo grew tired of hearing her complaints, wails and worries. “Have you

thought of writing an application to Zakka’s camp?” She asked Ezinne last week. “Ah, Enwongo, I studied psychology to get a proper job not to work in any IDP camp na,” she retorted. Later, that evening the thought of making a difference while working with the internally displaced persons would ‘haunt’ her again and again.

It was 10:15am. As she walked down, journal in hand from the room where she lounged, she could feel the morning sun piercing through the glass windows in the corridor. On the door of one of the rooms was written “why do you whine?” She didn’t feel the dust waving across her when the door of the luxury bus was opened, as it’s common on the roads of Kamzioku. She thought about a whole lot as she took her seat. 

Painting of Pilgrims and American Indians enjoying Thanksgiving meal


The deep blue eyes of the fair lady that sat just before Ezinne teased her with a glance. Her golden hair disheveled and her chubby cheeks radiated heat. Ezinne would surprisingly return a smile. Maybe that was all she needed. Or maybe not. She had begun to wish she had a job like the stranger before her. A job that could make her hair look more beautiful. A job that would infect others with a smile. “Ogar, Zakka camp oh! come get your money,” the lady would later cry out with a thin voice. “I’ll stop here sir,” she informed the bus attendant. Until she stood up, Ezinne had not noticed her ID card. She was definitely a happy staff at Zakka’s camp. She also noticed that the lady had just one leg and wore a prosthetic limp. Memories would flash back in seconds. Her smile would fade and with a knee-jerk reaction, she’d put her head down for the rest of the journey. Right there inside the bus, Ezinne wrote in her journal,  messages she believed came from God. She would write a story of a girl with one leg, who is happy and working in an IDP camp. The thought of a dream job come not for her. Oh, God, forgive me when I whine! a story of a little boy with eyes of blue, who looking ahead without a word, watched his friends play soccer. She would write that he couldn’t join them, not because he did not know how to, but because he was deaf. She would title the story, “be grateful.” After writing, she dialled Enwongo’s number and preventing the tears from falling off her eyes, she said, “Enwongo ke ndi ufok, I need to do what you said.” 

How to Be a Confident Mom Part 2 by Joyce Meyer

Nobody’s Perfect

Sometimes moms miss out on what could be joy-filled moments because they are concerned they aren’t measuring up to other moms. But God’s Word says it’s unwise to make comparisons (see 2 Corinthians 10:12).
He doesn’t want you to be like other moms. He wants you to celebrate the fact that you are unique!

Every person has special gifts and talents. And at the same time, we are all surrounded by people who have different gifts and abilities that we don’t have.

Insecurity and a lack of confidence will not only steal your ability to enjoy other people’s gifts—it will cause you to feel inadequate and may even keep you from pursuing the wonderful life that God has planned for you.
God made you one-of-a-kind and wonderful in your own way. So cultivate your strengths, gifts, and personalities, and pass that confidence on to your children by appreciating and encouraging their uniqueness.
You don’t have to be perfect. Just do the best that you can and remember that God will do what you can’t as you trust in Him.
It’s easy to get stuck thinking what could’ve, would’ve, or should’ve been, or spend time wishing things were different than they are. But like worrying, wishing is a waste of time.
Life is always more enjoyable and fulfilling when we choose to cultivate an attitude of gratitude and contentment.
I am not encouraging you to settle for situations that need to be improved, but I am urging you to accept the way God made you and the life He has given you.
The truth is, nobody has the perfect life.
Decide today to take the first step toward learning to enjoy your life by making the most of what you have. It also helps to embrace the ordinary—to delight in little things, to appreciate small blessings other people might overlook.
Whatever situation you find yourself in—and no matter what is happening with your children, you always have access to the unlimited, unconditional love of God.
Love is the greatest gift a mom can give. Yet all too often, moms are running on empty, trying to give their children what they haven’t received for themselves.
Throughout the years, God has encouraged me to get filled up spiritually in a variety of ways.
I started by studying what the Word says about His love, and made a point to declare out loud several times a day “God loves me.” It felt uncomfortable at first, but doing this helped me embrace the truth of God’s love. I encourage you to do this too.
Say to yourself “God loves me,” and let it sink in. Repeat it often: when you awake in the morning, when you go to bed at night, and throughout the entire day. Look at yourself in the mirror, point to yourself, call yourself by name, and say, “God loves me.”
You can also keep a book of remembrance filled with special things God does for you. Include the little things as well as major things. And read over your list at least once a week to keep yourself encouraged.
Read some good books about God’s love. After God gave me a personal revelation about His love for me, one of the first messages I ever taught was about the love of God. Through that experience I wrote a book called, Tell Them I Love Them.
Pray for the Holy Spirit, Who is our Helper and Teacher, to give you a personal revelation of God’s love.
Always remember, you’re not alone. God is always with you. Lean on Him for the grace and wisdom to follow His lead. He’s the best teacher, comforter, confidant and encourager there is, and He can give you all the peace, patience and confidence you need to succeed.
When your confidence is in Him, you can truly enjoy every minute of your journey.

About April Fool:1700 April Fools tradition popularized

On this day in 1700, English pranksters begin popularizing the annual tradition of April Fools’ Day by playing practical jokes on each other.
Although the day, also called All Fools’ Day, has been celebrated for several centuries by different cultures, its exact origins remain a mystery. Some historians speculate that April Fools’ Day dates back to 1582, when France switched from the Julian calendar to the Gregorian calendar, as called for by the Council of Trent in 1563. People who were slow to get the news or failed to recognize that the start of the new year had moved to January 1 and continued to celebrate it during the last week of March through April 1 became the butt of jokes and hoaxes. These included having paper fish placed on their backs and being referred to as “poisson d’avril” (April fish), said to symbolize a young, easily caught fish and a gullible person.
Historians have also linked April Fools’ Day to ancient festivals such as Hilaria, which was celebrated in Rome at the end of March and involved people dressing up in disguises. There’s also speculation that April Fools’ Day was tied to the vernal equinox, or first day of spring in the Northern Hemisphere, when Mother Nature fooled people with changing, unpredictable weather.
April Fools’ Day spread throughout Britain during the 18th century. In Scotland, the tradition became a two-day event, starting with “hunting the gowk,” in which people were sent on phony errands (gowk is a word for cuckoo bird, a symbol for fool) and followed by Tailie Day, which involved pranks played on people’s derrieres, such as pinning fake tails or “kick me” signs on them.
In modern times, people have gone to great lengths to create elaborate April Fools’ Day hoaxes. Newspapers, radio and TV stations and Web sites have participated in the April 1 tradition of reporting outrageous fictional claims that have fooled their audiences. In 1957, the BBC reported that Swiss farmers were experiencing a record spaghetti crop and showed footage of people harvesting noodles from trees; numerous viewers were fooled. In 1985, Sports Illustrated tricked many of its readers when it ran a made-up article about a rookie pitcher named Sidd Finch who could throw a fastball over 168 miles per hour. In 1996, Taco Bell, the fast-food restaurant chain, duped people when it announced it had agreed to purchase Philadelphia’s Liberty Bell and intended to rename it the Taco Liberty Bell. In 1998, after Burger King advertised a “Left-Handed Whopper,” scores of clueless customers requested the fake sandwich.
source: http://www.history.com

LIFE IS A LIE BY ISAAC SHEMANG


ISAAC SHEMANG
I had learnt from my parents that life was a mystery. It still is. I read from books that life is a mirage. Bristling with bits of knowledge we had picked while growing up, my friend told me that, ‘a mirage is a lie’. I made a summation. If life is a mirage, and a mirage is a lie, doesn’t it invariably add up that life is a lie? So I grew up playing around conflicting concepts to contest comfortable conventional wisdom. Life is a mirage. A mirage is a lie. True?
The science of the human mind respects principles. Principally, the principle of elasticity. The mind stretches. When it does, absolutes either shift or cease.

The line between mirage and courage is thin. Courage turns mirage into a reality beyond the mind can envisage. Make no mistakes. There are cynics in life. Naysayers, who must have you give up every dream. They come with handy unsolicited advice. This has never been done before, they’d say. But for you to trace your trophy in life, your face has to be steady on the race. When people move on through the edges of their fears, they get on to the stage when mirage becomes reality. Simply put, in the face of courage, mirage pays homage. No one before you has done it doesn’t mean no one can can do it. Remember that those who had traveled through mirage on the wheels of courage got to their vintage point.

Everyone saw David’s decision to confront Goliath as a mirage. No one dared that. Courage. And Goliath was on the ground. History was made.
A funny lanky Blackman sought to occupy the White-house. Mirage. Everyone but himself called him a joker. Courage substantiated the mirage. Today, it is history. From Joan of Arc to Esther in the bible. The list is endless. Were you ever told your dream is a mirage? The same was told all heroes and heroines before you. Many a mirage is waiting on some courage out there to give it a life. 

Happy new month and showers of blessings all the way.

How to Be a Confident Mom Part 1 by Joyce Meyer

Bringing Up Your Children with Peace, Patience and Confidence

At one time or another, every mom has felt lacking in her ability as a parent. It begins with caring for your newborn. Am I doing this right? And then continues with toddler tantrums all the way through the teenage years. Am I making the right decisions? Are my kids going to turn out all right? When they make mistakes, will they know that God is on their side? Even when our children are grown-ups, they’ll forever be our children.

There are awesome responsibilities that come with being a parent, and while many men are committed to their families and deeply involved in their children’s lives, mothers tend to be the primary nurturers.




I have met young moms who feel they are not what they should be unless they can juggle marriage, parenting, homemaking, and a career all at the same time.
Sometimes messy and difficult family situations like divorce, alcoholism, abuse, or other problems make it even harder to persevere with a positive, peaceful attitude.
Then there’s the worry that your children may not choose to pursue a personal relationship with God or walk through life with Him.
If you feel like your joy in motherhood is being overshadowed by family challenges or a swirling sense of self-doubt, I want to help you claim the confidence you need to enjoy the journey of motherhood.

I’m not talking about confidence in your own abilities; I am talking about having confidence in God’s ability to help you and guide you each step of the way. He intends for motherhood to be a joyful experience, and I want to help you learn how to lean confidently on Him.
One thing God doesn’t want you to do is worry. Some people think if they aren’t worrying about their children, they’re not good parents. However, the Bible warns us not to worry because it does us no good.
Matthew 6:27 says, “And who of you by worrying and being anxious can add one unit of measure (cubit) to his stature or to the span of his life?”
Like most parents, Dave and I had some kind of issue with each of our children. And I wasted a lot of time worrying while they were growing up.
Two of our children struggled getting through school, one was very messy, and another was an extreme perfectionist and put tremendous pressure on herself. The good news is they all made it and are doing fine.
Some of them took a little detour and made some bad choices, but they learned from them and came full circle back to what they were taught.
God’s Word states that if we train our children in the way they should go, when they are old they will not depart from it (see Proverbs 22:6). If you are concerned about your children, just cling to that promise. Pray for their needs, and then cast your care on God.
Instead of feeling the pressure of worldly expectations, do the best job you can to raise your children according to godly principles and leave the rest up to God.

Source: Joyce Mayer Ministry.

Tell the Truth with a Human Touch

The only way to tell the truth is to tell it rightly, to
speak it gently, to act it kindly – at the right person, at the right time,
always with commonsense and human tact
.


Before telling the truth, one should ask, “is it right?”, “is it prudence? “,” is it convenience? “
A sultan called one of his seers and asked how long he would lived.
” Sire”, said the seer, ” you will live to see all your sons dead”
The sultan flew into a rage and handed the prophet over to his guard for persecution.
He then called a second seer, and asked him the same question.
“Sire” said the prophet, ” I see you are blessed with a long life, so long that you will outlive all your family.”
The sultan was delighted and rewarded the prophet with gold and silver.
Both prophet knew the truth, but one has tact, the other did not.

Anyone wishing to communicate effectively must somehow come to a sensitive understanding of the psychology that is going to translate every word into the psychological language of the person being spoken.

To tell the truth bluntly may generate hatred, disharmony in the family, between parents and children, between husband and wife ; may raise opposition in the office or in the factory, because man is basically proud, doesn’t like criticism and secondly he may like to live in an illusion or follow a story with seeming truth.
It is difficult to tell the truth to a patient, but, at times, it is necessary. If the truth of the pathological condition is told with tact and human touch, it will be of great benefit the patient and even create closer relationships.
Speak well and clearly. To get your message across, you need to think through what you want to say. Decide what your point is and what you want your listeners to understand, think, feel or do. Be generous with praise, but cautious with criticism. Every effort must be made to tell the truth with love and empathy.

J. Maurus. Living Moments of Truth

A BOX FULL OF KISSES

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.”


The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, “Don’t you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, “Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They’re all for you, Daddy.”
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses… from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold.
Unknown Author 

APPRECIATING NATURE

                        

The Morning Wonder

The morning whispers sing in my soul,
I wake up early and speak to the birds and crows,
While feeding them, pigeons and sparrows play beside my toes,
Chirping and cheering all around, my heart races to the peak of joy,
This silent hour of morning is when I thank the Almighty Lord .
On the swing of attaining peace I found my happiness around,
Questions and answers, in legions once arrowed my brow,
Life and death, happiness and sorrow, giving and receiving;
These are phases that make the life cycle move.
I laud the morning thoughts that keep my spirit strong,
Then close my eyes, and visualize an unknown heaven on earth;
I see the flowers bloom, the sun-rise, and the sky pervading in the sound of birds.
Kissed by the soft breeze, I open my eyes,
It’s serene everywhere in the environment so blessed,
And I still hear the soft words of the song of my soul.

 by Sanjita Singh

What will you ask of God for an enemy neighbour?

A poor man who had always asked God
to bless him was visited by angel Gabriel. The angel told him that God has
decided to answer his prayers and that he should mention his intention. However,
the angel added, whatever he would ask for, God will give his neighbour double
portion of it.
When he heard the second part of the deal his joys suddenly turn
sour. As a result of this, he asked the angel in return to go and come back the
next day while he thinks of what he wants. Throughout the night the man could
not sleep as he was disturbed by what God said. He said to himself, “so, if I ask
God for a house, he will give this my useless neighbor two of it emh? And if I ask
for one million Naira, he will give him two million? Okay,” he said to himself,
“if that be the case I know what to ask of God.”

The next day, the angel returned
and was ready to listen to the poor man. He asked the angel again, I suppose
you said, whatever God gives me he would do double for my neighbour?” the angel
said, “sure!” Then he told the angel to tell God that all he wants is that God should
make one his eyes go blind.