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Miscellanies 58: Follow Jesus or get eaten

Jesus calls us to follow him.

Where are we to follow him?

We are to follow him to wherever he calls us. Yes and ultimately to paradise.

Then it is a good thing that we are sheep. Because a sheep only goes where his shepherd goes.

Wherever the Shepherd calls his sheep to go He must go with them and lead them. If they are to go beneath the unstable tunnel, He must tarry with them. If they are to make the journey through the storm, He must protect them and keep watch.

Only a naughty and unfitting shepherd calls his sheep to go to a place where he is not willing to lead them.

Now are you willing to follow Jesus wherever he calls you to go? Now don't go making a sentimental decision that has no dirt in it - I mean if you are going to stick your root somewhere then stick it to the ground and in order to do that you will get dirty.

Follow Jesus and you will live. If you stay and follow the world then sooner or later the wolves will come and feed on you.


A short story: Lets be friends

"Why don’t we become friends again?"
"I thought we are friends."
"No we are just acquaintances, you know people who see each other and just say hi and hello. We see each other once or twice a week and then we say goodbye. I would like us to be friends you know, the kind that when I ask you about your day or how’s your heart, you will tell me more than my day is fine or my heart is doing ok. I know there’s history between us and a silent coldness. What I mean by that is that there are feelings that we feel for each other which is not positive and I think we feel like that because we are not friends. Maybe I have done something to upset you in the past and if I have I am sorry. I am willing to be friends again and I think you know why.
I tell you this now because I feel that I have been a coward. You see every time I see you my day brightens up and every time I feel that I am a good person I am always thinking about you and nobody-else…

My dear/ a bright star

My dear/ a bright star gazed at by my lovely eyes
A present unaffordable leaving traces in the grass and flower sweet
Full blown born with beauty under her wings
Instrument stringed soft young flute corresponding to her amazing scene.
A butterfly winter Loving her a whole summer long
Drinking her lioness mantra with my lover’s dewy moist
Forgetful not her never could help but remember
My bright star now known by mortals all gazed at by unlovely eyes.

Let us all listen to this somebody

Are you wide awake?

Or are you still sleep walking through life?

The truth is that many people sleep walk through life because they haven't yet awakened to what really matters.

Who I my to say what the truth is? The truth is I am not somebody to say what the truth is but I have heard even more I have read someone who is somebody say what the truth is and what really matters.

Because He is somebody we should therefore listen to him. Or at least pause the music, put our tea down and close facebook and listen to what this somebody has to say.

Who is this somebody? This somebody is Jesus.

Wait! before you dismiss him and say what makes him a somebody. I shall tell you.

What makes him a somebody is that he is GOD. I'll say it again. It is because he is God.

Did you get that - did you understand that.

Unless you are already a Christian then this is easy for you to accept but if you are not yet a follower of the way then you are probably already dismissive of him.

You can only u…

Have a lightful conversation

"Hey thanks for calling - its good to know that someone cares."

Sometimes in our places of aloness, a place where we don't really want to be, it is good for someone to intrude our space, to barge the door open and shout 'I care about you.'

This place we often find ourselves in, or perhaps a place where only a few of us take ourselves is a place where we don't often feel like talking.

But in this place, perhaps the dark corner that we put ourselves in is where we need the light of conversation.

It is easy to drown in our memories, easy to linger on the past, easy to keep running in our failures and it is in this place where we keep on dying.

But the light of conversation can spark a hope of life because life comes when we connect with another person because they have life in their heart.

But not all people have a good life in them. Some people have a bad life. They are the kind that will keep you in your place.

We see this with the women who came to annoin…


Montogomerry if you must know Was a ginger cat with big round eyes Who never missed a chance to purr  At Estilla the orphaned puss
After dinner all the house cat fled To the alley of the infamous Fred Where all cats, puss even the ones that were red Danced until the mice were dead
Montogomerry his name was sung till dawn The praise of the catch micing gang Where a day before it was heard and told Montogommerry caught big Birdy soon to hang
Montogomerry Montogomerry Immune to flatter of any sort When his owner did propose a change Montogomery was never found again.

Life is to be shared and lived in relationship

Life is to be shared and lived in relationship. There must be communication and that communication must be intelligible in the sense that the person you are communicating with can understand or is able to feel the love of your presence. All good relationships should be rooted in love and we know that from love flows an hatred for sin. From love there is also mercy and grace and we all ought to have goodwill towards all men like God who causes the rain to fall on the just and the unjust so that they can have their daily bread. The two millennial old Christian cliche is that one must love their enemies. We all know this in theory but to put it into practice is another thing. Some of us are still trying to love our friends with an agape love that has no selfish trait in it; and if some of us are still trying to love our friends then how can we even begin to love our enemies or even care deep enough for the stranger.

We must do away with our tendencies to be silent. We must do away with b…

Mr Hasley's unacceptable dinner practice (2)

To have understanding of the 2nd part you may want to read the first part of Mr Hasley's unacceptable dinner practice:
The first introduction of Mr Hasley’s barbaric dinner practice first took place among his own family when Mr Hasley was a private schooled educated boy. Mr Hasley was not yet the husband of Patricia Siningar but the Son of Emile Hasley, a well-known politician across the Atlantic. Mr Hasley sitting in his usual position on the dining table next to his astute Father introduced the barbaric principle that he learnt and treasured from Fredrick Alkman. This introduction shook the Hasley’s traditional belief in dinner etiquette, instilling into those who were present to almost renounce Mr Hasley from the Family. This barbaric utterance bought with it a new and unbridled language from the mouth of Emile Hasley that at once Mr Hasley was filled with radical scepticism of …

My first hymn

My first attempt to write a hymn. A little child could have written this. It was written spontaneously and with much joy and love for the Father, Son and Spirit. 

To the ground we go when this life is done
Now we march onwards to claim the land
Hallelujah all For Jesus' sake
Father bless this land we may prosper in our days

Sing with me all the saints here below
Lets see the earth shake with our heavenly song
To the ground we go our Spirits will go up
To worship forever the gladness of our hearts.


I wonder if life be found on Mars

I wonder if life be found on mars what sort of creatures will be discovered. What would their social scenario be - would it be something that we can comprehend or perhaps something we can even see with our visible eyes. Will their intelligence exceed ours, or will it be even duller than the animals that exists on out planet. Any such news of higher beings I suspect will create a wind of excitement and fear - excitement in the sense of uncertainty and fear in the sense of what danger these creatures posses to the human race. I can imagine the news channel all subscribing to this uprising, having Dr’s and Scientists conducting interviews and granting their special knowledge to ordinary citizens. Such will be the atmosphere in this country albeit through out the known world that this news would cause people to dismiss the idea of the Christian God or dismiss the truth of it without having giving the whole idea a second thought.  And if these poor creatures are found to be less intelligen…

The writings of Sunny Caane (5)

Another good old friend of mine, very religious and zealous but yet reminding me a little of my other old friend spoke to me on the same theme of love, painting me a rather one sided portrait of his love and possibilities of his emotions. I remember little Jimmy, a very whole character he was and still is. I have no doubt that when I see him again he shall bombard me with the usual topic of religion and philosophy and urge me to live zealously for the Jewish messiah. He is my late night coffee because when we are together sleep is given a break until the early hours of the morning. This is what little Jimmy wrote rather unjointly:
My dear Sunny, bear with me as I lay to you what is at the moment in the vein of my heart. With some, selfishness knows no bound and I must do away with any notion of jealousy or envy if she is taking by another. May God bless him and her shall be my departing words. Although my heart shall for a time dwell in sorrow, mourning the fact that she was never min…

Miscellanies 57: O happy day

O happy was the day when Jesus washed away my sins. On Him does my glowing heart rejoice, and rest at peace my long-divided heart, breaking my fetters setting me free. O happy was the day when Jesus washed away my sins, He taught me how to watch and pray, how to live and laugh. He taught me how to cry and weep, how to give all my burdens to him. O happy day, that blessed day when Christ on the cross did hang, for sins not his own, adding my sorrows to his earthly tears, taking all my guilt washing all my sins away. O happy day my friends won't you be happy with me? When in life's latest hour I take my bow then i shall still remember and rejoice in that happy day when Christ washed all my sins away. 


Miscellanies 56: Why am I so favored?

Are these not sweet words from Elizabeth when she saw Mary and said ‘but why am I so favored that the mother of my Lord should visit me?’ O are these not the utterance of all those who have been kissed by effectual grace? They say like Elizabeth, but why am I so favored that God would let his light shine in my darkened heart so that I may behold the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. O why me. Why such a visit to a sinners house, why the free costly cleansing, why the love unconditional, why such large mercy. O I have not an answer, not at all except that my eyes water, and my heart praises my God for such a mighty hearty affection towards me a willful rebel. 

Miscellanies 55 - Love is wickedly cruel when not returned

Love is wickedly cruel when not returned was once what some old hardened man once said. But love I say perhaps is not so cruel in loving those who will never return that love with which you have loved them. Nor is it the aim of love to be loved back. If you are to love do it freely without expecting love in return. For the firmness of your love is displayed when the object of your love doesn't love you back or think very little of it.

Same cycle

There’s a stream where I long to live My heart is thirsty made dry by the sins in my mind Lost in its ways, I try to change To change my life but nothing changed So I keep living the same lie I need truth better yet I gotta live it Dear Lord let me see it The paths of the righteous are ordained by God Can I believe this cuz I seem to be walking the wrong way Tell me pastor will I change Every Sunday you preach it And every week I seem to miss it Can’t seem to get out of this endless cycle Like riding my bicycle on the block for the same tour Same ways, same chicks, same me and same things Still hanging round selling the same things Playing games, this is life can’t get away Time to change pace but how will it all be strange.

I am coming to you

I am coming to you like a child
For you have said ‘let the children come, the humble ones for such is the kingdom’
I am coming my Father, I come with faith
With a joyful tone with a great bundle of humility.
I come to play in your park, I come without worry
I come with my big dreams and ambitions
I come knowing I will be Loved and treasured
I come singing hosanna in the highest.
I know there will be food on the table
I will eat with gladness knowing tomorrow there will be much more for me.
I come knowing that I am not an orphan but a child.
I know I am coming to my Father’s house
I know there is a room prepared for me by my brother
I know that I am not the only Child

Miscellanies 54: Receiving prayer

There are days when I awake feeling the comprehensiveness of my sins or swimming in my sea of unrighteousness that I cannot look beyond the horizon to gaze at the unending righteousness that is so large and not my own. All I see is the multitude, the greatness and vastness of my iniquities unsuitable as an offering to the Lord. I look inside to see if there is an inch of cause to rejoice, but there is none. I am swallowed deep in my wallow, I am like one in a deep mire. I have no means of escape unless it comes from outside of me. I know much of the theological doctrines of justification but this morning I have only applied the theory of it and not the application. I must feel it in order to be restored and my soul fears that awful principles which only devils would nourish namely, 'shall we sin so that grace may abound.' The source of my release or that which was to put a stop to my rotten thinking which would have gradually rose till the end of my day, or until God saw it fi…

Women of the Bible: The first women missionary society for the support of the gospel

In the New Testament times the position of women was not equal to that of men. Women were regarded as inferior to men. In marriages, only men were allowed to dissolve a marriage and in the temple area, women were permitted to go only as far as the court of women and can only share in the synagogue worship only by listening.
The mixture of the sexes in public was an uncommon thing, opposed to the custom of Palestine. The rabbis were not in favour of associating with a woman in public but we read of Jesus that as he went about through the cities and villages, proclaiming and bringing the good-news of the kingdom that some women provided for him and his disciples out of their means (Luke 8:2-3).
Some of the women mentioned were Mary, called Magdalene, from whom seven demons had gone out, and Joanna, the wife of Chuza, Herod's household manager, and Susanna. These women all had personal grounds of gratitude to Jesus for some of them were healed of evil spirits and infirmities.
In Jesus’ …

Students, Welcome to Bristol

Coming to Bristol as a student is more than just studying, partying, eating and sleeping. There is so much more this ancient city of commerce offers to her new in-dwellers  From the time of the earliest organized human societies, men and women have enjoyed telling stories, listening to music, painting and dancing. Bristol is the city for all of the above as Bristol is the largest centre of culture, employment and education in the south-west region. 

Bristol is a city full of fun decorated by its vibrant multi-cultural artistic hub in stokes croft. Bansky, the controversial local graffiti artist famed throughout the world for his street art is a cherished son of Bristol as well as the beloved wizard Harry Potter who was supposedly inspired after J.K Rowling met a young boy in Bristol (so it is claimed). 

Bristol boasts two major institutions of higher education, the University of Bristol and the University of the West of England. The city has two Football league clubs. Bristol City and B…
I love to hear, watch her smile

Striving to buy her the finer things in life

Dreaming about her awake

Love to leave my house to go and see her live.