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Jesus & the Buddha on Happiness

Greatly disturbed by the suffering he saw in the world, 29-year-old Prince Gautama Siddhartha (563-483 BC), who was later called the Buddha (enlightened one), left his wife and young child and set out on a search for the meaning of life. What he observed was the impermanence of the world—nothing lasted. In spite of this, people desired these impermanent things. They desired to hold on to life, health, possessions, and each other. But life, health, possessions and people pass away. Human desires would always ultimately disappoint. This, he reasoned, was the cause of human suffering. Therefore, he concluded that if he could kill desire, if he could be tranquilly unaffected by either good or evil, his suffering would cease and he would be happy. He would be free from pain and the endless cycle of reincarnation. This was Nirvana. It is ironic, though, that driving the Buddha’s rigorous pursuit to kill his desires was one great human desire: lasting happiness. There was also a huge, vacuo…

There is no friend like Jesus

There is no friend like Jesus. There is no other friend like Him who carries all of my burdens, who is so keen to help, and quick to hear.
He is my dearest friend. The only one who died for me, to save me from the wrath to come. He is the only friend who took my shame, and gave me His name.
There is no friend like Jesus. In seasons high and seasons low, He is there by my side. Encouraging me to carry on, and when I offend him, He never offends me back.
He is strong and soft, gentle and meek, rich and poor, full of grace and truth.
He is my Lord and yet my friend, who laughs and weeps, and cares about my frame.
He knocks every day, with me to eat, instructs me in His better ways.
He cares for adventure, whether tough or smooth, He marches on. Death He mocks, danger He welcomes, Love is His song, He sings all the way.
He welcomes all to be His friend, will you come and be a friend of Jesus.*
*Some people have a bad picture of Jesus and thinks that He is very reluctant to welcome them,…

Happy Bday Ken

It was my birthday yesterday and what a great day it was. I didn't want to do anything but my friends made it a lovely day by taking me to Nandos. Me and Louis had the extra spice half chicken with the extra spice sauce. Yea, we went all out. A good day overall. But this topped it. Its like the peanut butter on a toasted bread (that's if you like peanut butter with toast). Charlotte made me this card, I loved it so much that I decided to post it on my blog and it is the reason why I am writing this update. It is the best card I have ever received.

Thank you Charlotte.

By the way, the she referred to
in the card is Wisdom from proverbs.


The sweet hour of prayer

Last week was the prayer week at my church, but I had no part in it. I knew about it but wasn’t involved, mainly for reasons of work and other duties. These reasons are not at all acceptable because in reality, I could have set aside time to pray for the Church and its activities. One does not have to be in the space that the church made available to pray in order to partake in the prayer week.
So why was I absent in such a pleasing activity?
The reason why was that I didn’t want to. Not because I didn’t care, actually when you think of it, perhaps it is because I didn’t care enough. I am merely doing a heart surgery here, searching the faults in my own soul. I have at other times prayed for the Church with zeal and passion, but I have noticed that I have forsaken the sweet hour of prayer.
I have forsaken that sweet hour of prayer, which calls me from a world of care, to come to my Father’s throne, to make all of my petitions known to him, as well as my delights. I have forgotten, that …

What are the first of your desires?

If God did not save us because of works done by us in righteousness, then how did God save us? I shall tell you. He saved us acording to His own mercy. (Titus 3:4-5).

What are the first of your desires? Are they for gold? Are they for the advancement of your self-glorification? Are they for the pleasures of this world? Are they for the pleasing of friends? Or are they for Christ and His kingdom?

Please my dear saint, do scrutinize the principles of your heart. Do put the blade to it and open it as a surgeon in a matter of life and death surgery. Analyse your heart with care as if all you have depended upon it. Please my friend, do not pass this scene over without much lingering upon its landscape. Tread upon it and see if there is beauty or stench.

A heart born-again will have deep in its soil, desires and panting for Christ and His Kingdom. Those who have yet to see the light of day, that is, whose heart have not yet been born-again will have no desire for Christ and His Kingdom or …

Breaking a bond

It was time for me to leave this world for another. A brief encounter with a strange creature last week, told me that I have been chosen to fight the power of darkness in their world. I accepted but was obliged to keep it a secrecy. To leave is hard, but one must to help a race unknown to me. I have to go alone, and this news broke Billie's heart. He was to me better than a brother. He was there for me in adversity, and in times when there was nothing to disturb the growth of the flowers, He was by my side. Many adventures we lived and our souls have become one. But this unusual chord among men, stronger than that of a brother, deeper than blood, with tears shed more than the forty days of relentless rain, I must leave Billie.   "Will you not keep the bond of our friendship or will you have it fall apart because it is merely your will." Said Billie with an uncontrollable affection filled with betrayal
"My friend, it is not like that".
"Do not call me your fri…

My name is Mali-a-kim

I’m thinking dangerous thoughts,
Everyone is out to get me
So I stay on my own, cuz I don’t want to see the evil in their eyes.
Nobody loves me, I feel it every-time I go to sleep,
Or am I just mad, my thoughts, a product of my insanity.
Running fast, but my palms ain’t sweaty, heart beating fast
For a reason I want to believe,
That soon, the rocks are going to fall on me, somebody help me
I’m trapped inside my own mind.
Engaged in a battle that I really don’t want to fight,
So I write to maintain, a conversation with my own soul,
Knowing he be stingy, he want’s me cuz I’m all he got.
Many tears I’ve cried, veiled within this smile I wear
I really want to care, but my emotions are kept in chains.
Nobody want’s to know, but my name is Mali-a-kim
Raised in a place, that war, was it’s only friend.
Marginalize, there’s a million stories yet to be told,
Before I fold, I’ll write until the ink runs dry

Mali-a-kim is fictional, but I like the name so possibly I might make something more of this. It is…

When a feeling rise

When a feeling rise, only to sleep at dawn
Never awakening again at the first light
Because, her, whom we played with,
Returned not, in the high noon, when the agreed-hour passed melancholy by.
Grieved I, the evening to sleep, knowing, she loved not me.
This memory wore me numb, could she not have played an hour or more.
This feeling rose, despite my reasoning will to avoid sailing her sea,
But now my ship is wrecked, and she came not with a kiss of friendship,
To at least wish me well.


What always brings me back to Jesus

There are some days where the last place I want to be is right in the presence of Jesus, or as the beloved apostle puts it, reclining next to Jesus. Instead of being a Mary, sitting and resting, looking at the gentleness of the kind saviour, I want to be a Mary, listening to the clatter of the dishes in the kitchen.*
A reason for this stems from an unwillingness to be chastised, or to rather not see the disappointed look in Jesus’ face.
I feel like Peter, falling on my knees and saying, ‘go away from me, Lord; I am a sinful man.’
Prayer is no longer my friend. Guilt becomes my lover, and worldly sorrow is my unwanted acquaintance. In all this wandering and thirst in famine, there is one thing that always brings me back, Grace.
The Spirit begins to bring to my mind that Christ is not who I think He is. The Spirit reminds me that Christ would not break a bruised reed nor put out a flickering candle. Christ will not at this moment exile me with condemnation, but would nourish me with kindne…

Book review: The Conviction To Lead

People are captivated by the idea of leadership. For the last two decades, the public’s fascination with leadership has grown exponentially. I studied leadership as a module in my final year at university, and let’s just say that there was as many different definitions of leadership as there are people who have tried to define it.
How would you define leadership?
Albert Mohler states his intention clearly and warns the reader right up front that "my goal is to change the way you think about leadership. I do not aim merely to add one more voice to the conversation; I want to fundamentally change the way leadership is understood and practiced."
Was Mohler successful in changing the way I thought about leadership?
What Mohler thumped in me through this book, was simply the centrality of what a leader believes to permeate their leadership. Mohler writes: "The church desperately needs . . . effective leaders who are authentically Christian-whose leadership flows out of their …

A Short story: The sad princess

An excerpt

Once upon a time, there lived a princess who was very sad. No one knew the reason why the princess was very sad except that one day, when she woke up on her twelfth birthday, she had lost her summer’s smile.

The princess’s smile had been so radiant that other kings and queens would travel from afar to see the lovely expression on the princess’s face. The princess’s smile made everyone smile and forget all of their sorrows; so that when this tragedy happened to the princess, her Father was very sad about it, and wanted to regain his daughter’s smile again.

“What shall we do, my queen, to get our daughter’s smile back,” asked the King of his tall, brown, beautiful queen.

“I am not sure”, replied the queen, with a frown that could make a jester miserable for a whole month.

“Maybe we can ask the Princess, your Majesty,” said one of the King’s trusted officials.

The Princess sat in her room with an expression that could make the sun despondent. Her Parents entered, and asked her wh…

When hope is gone

When hope is gone, despair moves in to the house bringing with him all of his hopeless friends. Never loose hope, even when it all seems hopeless. Remember, with God all things are Possible and that He is Hope that never fails. K.Oni

Les Misérables: a grace-fest

I only came to watch a cheesy sing-a-long with my mate on a Sunday night, but within 10 minutes I was quietly weeping at this story of super-human mercy, manifested through fallible human beings. I’d stumbled upon a grace-fest.

“Look down look down, upon your fellow man.  
 Look down and show some mercy if you can.”

Prisoner 24601, Jean Valjean, has been granted parole after 19 years: five years for stealing bread for his sister’s starving child and 14 years for escape attempts. Valjean gets his papers, which mark him as a convict, meaning he is unable to find work, money or shelter. My heart hurt with its contemporary resonance. Although the probation service does an amazing job and many charities help those leaving prison find work, the prejudice experienced by Valjean is all too familiar.

I work with women in the criminal justice system and have heard story after story of hard attitudes, closed doors where employment or housing is concerned, that could’ve made a difference.

Much rejecte…

Girls are sold for a price

The problem is deep

Humanity has dug its own immoral grave

When girls are sold for a price

At an alarming rate.

Used as a tool, then polished for the next use

Fouler than a trigger

At least the gun ain't alive to feel its immoral use.

This is a war, bigger than terrorism, but

It seems we are all avoiding the training camp of freedom.

Soldiers beat their bodies to kill,

Will you not train to free, sweating blood to see little girls release

From the oppression, creation is crying for law -

Will you cry too? or give some money and time to help the cause, because somebody has to.

I know there's much to do, but a tree grows from a seed

It takes time, If you do not feed a kid He dies -

This cause will never be aborted, even if the government turns a blind eye.

I'm asking you to see the darkness on the horizon, no. It's right on our stage,

Now run with your touch of hope and set the stage on fire.


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Will you meet me there?

My friends, yet to believe in Christ, will you meet me there? But where you ask? I shall tell you. Will you meet me on the happy golden shore where time no longer plays her song and death no more hearts to mourn, will you meet me there? Will you, my friend, come meet me in that place where families will no longer part, and all broking hearts mend? Will you run to meet me in that place where all of our cherished hopes are no longer vain, where pain shall not be found nor misery to injure our dance? The storms of life are soon to be over and all of earth's summers are soon to end, for behold, the unfading joy of heaven has ripened, ready to descend upon our passing air, no time left to waste, for now you must choose if you want to meet me there.But how my friend? What way should I go - what must I do?Ah, my friend it is this and this alone, believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and you shall meet me there.


The Love that the Spirit shows

Always remember this and never forget it, namely the Love that the Spirit shows when he reveals in the hearts of men Jesus Christ the saviour. When men’s hearts are burdened with grief, laden with the poison of sin and hammered with the nails of misery, the Spirit does in this dark moments shine the light of Jesus Christ. O how amazingly sweet it is! I know you understand my joy dear saint for you have been where I have been. You have felt hopeless, you have felt useless, you have carried the weight of sin, you have felt un-loved, un-cared for, un-satisfied, then all of a sudden there is the sweetness of Christ presented to your soul. Your soul now knows and sees that Christ is all sufficient, all glorious and one who takes away all of your injuries. He is bigger than the wound, He is deeper than the hurt and more abiding than the pain. O you see it is the Spirit’s love and comforting nature that presented to you Christ in all of your ills and difficulties. I know and will forever kno…

Letters to Sybil (5) - Forgive me

My darling Sybil, this letter is for Grace Lovelyawe, that flower planted in the garden of Joy by Jesus when He first thought it a noble thing to create mankind. You my dear, I miss everyday. This war is drawing to a close and having this thorn upon my conscience I desired to write to our good friend, who is a friend of her Christ much more than I am a friend to Him. Instead of sending this directly to her I thought it wise to send it to you first and then you can pass it on to her. It was a matter to be addressed and God-willing that the sun may smile upon this situation. I shall write a letter to you soon.

Dear Grace, to you I have not been a friend, never once greeted you with a tender kiss. I always met you with a frown and did all I did towards you with a greyish grudge. It is not becoming of me to act such but there is an unseen feeling about you which conjures up such jealous emotions. Perhaps I wish for you to speak in a peculiar way to me which never once met your attitude. W…

Christians: The need for sexual purity. Masturbation

The bible records the sexual failures of a number of men and women even those who are classified as ‘Faithful’ and whose examples we should follow. The Bible has it all in its records of the varying degrees of sexual sins committed, ranging from incest to adultery, and even to a man sleeping with his Father’s concubines. A concubine is a woman who cohabits with an important man. Some of these sexual sins were met with strict divine strokes whilst others were passed over; nevertheless repulsive in the sight of a gracious God who grants mercy on whom He wills.
Sexual sin one man has said is a crime against one’s own body because the body is meant for Jesus, that is, the body is meant to be used in such a way that makes much of the beauty and glory of Jesus. Sexual immorality simply belittles this beauty and stains the beauty and glory of Jesus. This won’t make sense to anyone who is not united to Christ or who doesn’t have the Holy Spirit living in them because they won’t see the ultima…

I knew a sad boy

I once knew a sad boy, who once upon a time loved to dream a dream. He dreamed one day to change the hearts of men with his words, to elevate those without hope to the mountain of fulfilled ambition. But as time grew on and the winds of sadness and failure blew in his nostrils, He had lost his dream and now only held on to the dream of death.


Are you living for the World's approval?

There are some saints who live their Christian life in much care of what the world think of them. They must be careful that they do not appear too religious, or too heavenly minded that they are of no fleshly concern. They are irritated by those who would stand on street corners to preach loudly the gospel of Christ - they see these as brutes and are very much intimidated by them. Also when it comes to issues which makes the world mad, that any one would differ from them and have such a back-wards view, these saints will be silent and not step on the podium to declare God's truth. In secret they would affirm the biblical stance but in public they would be as silent as the darkness. They do not want to loose friendship with the world and thus they keep in line with all of its beauty and dare not defile it with gospel strokes. Those who live like this are not truly happy or rather they have a grieving conscience because the Spirit in them would have shown them their errors. Why woul…

Jesus never leaves me alone

As I grow, I see that even the roses fade. The bright moments filled will glory diminishes. Those who were decorated with youthful beauty have been dulled by age. Many who had strength as mighty as the great rock are now scattered pebbles. The day is always superseded by the night, and the seasons come and go. But there is one thing that I have found to remain constant, namely, Jesus, heaven's sunshine who never seems to leave me alone. I remember in the periods where I thought that nothing was for me, yet I heard ever so faintly his tender voice, whispering 'Be of good cheer'. In those hours and a thousand times more, He has been by me, filling my heart with joy like the birds of springtime and the flowers of summer. My Jesus is ever faithful, ever blooming for his own, and always from His fullness giving me to eat and drink. O I am at times lost in his Heavenly Love, pure as the dove and stern as a Father's discipline. Even through the clouds of midnight, He is there…

My Soul, sing this Hymn with me

What is your trouble my Soul? What is it that has thrown you into a tempest rage? Is it because of the wants which you desire that is lacking from you? Is it because you are discontent of your current position in life and will to do more? Are you full of jealousy? Are you envious because those of your peers are advancing and you are declining? Are you in tears over your sins? Are you willing to be more holy but you see your failures as clear as day? Are you mournful over your bitterness?

My Soul, whatever it is that troubles thee, let it trouble you no longer. It is not so much trouble that troubles but a heart unwilling to rest on the promises of God. Has it not been written, "The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want, even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil". Yes it has been written thus and on this you should stake your comfort. Cease my soul from murmuring! Away with your complaints. No more mumble under the clouds of your mise…

There are some friends when adversity comes

There are some friends when adversity comes Who drop off like leaves when autumn comes. And there are some friends when adversity comes Who stick like life when the *Kingdom comes. K.Oni
Inspired by Thomas Watson the Puritan

*The Kingdom refers to the kingdom of God for when His Kingdom comes it brings life.

O Holy Spirit, thy grace, thy blessed help supply to me

O Holy Spirit, thy grace, thy blessed help supply to me at once right now, to aid me continue with joy on my journey to the gate where Christ shall welcome me, and in hope because of thy great help, will say unto me, 'welcome to my rest my good and faithful servant.' But now, O Holy Ghost, I lack strength to gain such a merit and in thy help I do cry to carry me home. As well as my comforter, yield in me that strengthening fruit of self-control and perseverance. I want to wear his diadem and join among the multitude who shall forever sing his praise until eternity dawns and sleep covers her brow. I am a weak soul and in thee my Sealed Spirit do I turn for help. Dance in me freely once again, lend me thy aiding hand, be frustrated no more.


A prayer for my soul - Remove your stroke from me

My God, I said , "I will guard my ways, that I may not sin with my tongue; I will guard my eyes by not looking at unworthy things, and I will guard my heart by keeping it focus on Christ". For a while My Lord, I maintained my discipline, I kept on the path of holiness till I looked away. My heart burned with passion, my eyes were enticed by the world and my distress grew worse. I cried and remained silent in despair mourning my ungodly ways. "O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am. Behold, you have made my days like a few nights and my lifetime is nothing before you. It shall disappear as the smoke. Deliver me O Lord from all my transgressions. For what do I wait? My hope is in you. I am mute; I do not open my mouth. It is hard to pray to the heavens, for you have filled me with despair and sadness. Remove your stroke from me; I am spent by the hostility of your hand. When you discipline a man with rebukes for sin, …

I saw in her a sweet temper of spirit

I saw in her a sweet temper of spirit which as now appeared to me the reason why she carries herself in an equal poise whatever her condition is. I have seen her in life's saddest hours and the lines of joy on her face diminished not - they were just as vivid in life's sunny periods. It is as if, or rather it is so that God whom she loves as taken a leaf known as contentment from the tree of life and planted it in her soul. Her whole disposition is as the greenest leaf, even winter shades not its colour. Her contentment is habitual, continually shining forth as the sun gives off its heat. I asked her the reason of such continual satisfaction and with all of heaven's smile she said "Dear boy, this contentment which is in me is not something which comes from nature, it is heavenly born, a gift given, a treasure bestowed. It has its source from heaven's throne given by him who gave his Son and sustained in me by faith in continually gazing upon his son's beautifu…