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A question

Here is a question. Suppose humans live to be a thousand years old, and a man commits murder. When sentenced would it still be right to give him life in jail, taking into account that the one who died can in no way come back to life?


Miscellanies 87: I hate myself

I hate myself because of my sins. The reason for this is because my sins takes me away from that original image in which I was created. For you see dear reader, man was originally good and was to have about his character and nature all those loveliness normally attributed to the deity, or we can say, those fruits that grows and falls off from the wings of the Spirit. Man was created to be full of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control and purity. This was to be the distinct mark of mankind when angels come to visit the earth. Tell me dear reader, which country has set up laws against these divine melodies? If there is such a country, then I believe that its head of state is in conjugal with the devil. For you see beloved reader, that against these things there is no law against them in heaven, nor should there be on earth.

And it is why I hate myself so much, for in me is found many things which are the exact opposite of those divine mel…

I be a fool to let you pass

I be a fool to let you pass for one who cares much about my heart.
In all stormy seasons  She would by me halt her steps. 
And when age weakens her flesh and blood Yet, ticking time ripens her attachment more.
I be a fool to let you pass And A folly I did, expiring our paths.

He shall direct your wandering feet

Do you feel your legs to wander? Do you feel your pilgrim feet to wander towards the vanity fair? For in that circus is contained all of your former lust. Your eyes clearly see the old lust of your heart, and the big pride of your mind in full satisfaction of their current condition. They see you too and call out to you.
"O forget that old dusty religion - you love holiness too much and besides it is too hard. You are only causing yourself unwanted sorrow by trying to keep on the narrow road. It is too difficult for the best of men let alone you, who are but mere ordinary. Cast off the heavy chains of righteousness and live as free as you were of old. See us all here, we live and let live. We have no guilt except for the worst of offenders such as murder and rape. Those are the extremes but in everything else there is no law. We can sleep around and gamble to our hearts content. We can lie and cheat and marry our own gender. We can do this because we are free of those old ancient…

I speak, therefore I am?

I speak, therefore I am?

"Silence is golden," declared the Tremeloes in their 1967 number one hit. It's advice that Nigella Lawson appears to have heeded well in the aftermath of the sad demise of her marriage, but Chris Bryant perhaps slightly less so in the debacle of his comments on the employment practices of high street names such as Tesco or Next – who turned out to be not quite the villains he had initially suggested they might be in his leaked immigration speech.

His boss, Ed Milliband, however, has run into stormy waters this week because he appears to embrace the advice, so that there has been a deafening silence from him in terms of strategies, leading to growing internal criticism about his apparent failure to offer effective leadership.
In a world where news is constantly on tap and available immediately from anywhere around the globe, there is an ever-present pressure to say something – I speak, therefore I am. It can be seen in the reluctance to switch off …

I dare not trust my sweetest frame

O I dare not trust my sweetest frame, that is, all those worldly colours that makes me appear exceedingly beautiful in the eyes of men. Nay, I dare not sleep upon them as my security. For when the relenting waves of death rushes upon my banks, it shall sweep all those frames away without care nor pity. Therefore, my trust shall be in this alone, namely the righteousness of Christ. Death cannot overcome it. 


What a lovely voice

O I once heard one who sang with the loveliest voice I had ever heard. I bid her with all the flowery fragrance of my heart for her to keep on singing and never to stop, for my heart would never tire to hear such serenity, such loveliness. And she sings of him who is the sum of all beauty, namely Christ, she sings of of his beauty which all the more increases my pleasure. I would have her by me at all times especially in those sad seasons where my heart aches with emptiness. For in her singing and in my enjoying her voice, God is glorified. What a lovely voice! Have you ever heard one with such a lovely voice? I have, I have. And I could almost take an oath, that in heaven God shall call her to the centre of the new Jerusalem and bid the seraphs to strike the strings of their lyre and call attention to everyone to take a pause of their duties to listen to the one who had a lovely voice on earth that so pleased my ears.


Don't save your worries for me


What is a life to live

What is a life to live - a life where life breathes, where my eyes see, and my mouth speaks?
What is a life to live - free from the ache of self and the theft of tears?
What is a life to live - a life where I be what I need, no waste but always a friendly taste?~
What is a life to live - for this life at hand is miserable to me,  I live in despair of my next step.


The power of words

"Do not revile the king even in your thoughts, or curse the rich in your bedroom, because a bird in the sky may carry your words, and a bird on the wing may report what you say" (Ecclesiastes 10:20).

I'm guessing that you don’t think about Folkestone that often. In the past, you might have driven through it to the ferry; nowadays you’re more likely to have been under it on a train. But a recent item in the local news has "prompted a storm of protests" and raised some interesting points.

Apparently celeb fashion designer Karen Millen tweeted that she didn’t think the regeneration of the town would happen in her lifetime. This touched a raw nerve, since Folkestone has been talking about a Cardiff Bay-style regeneration scheme for as long as most people can remember, and many would agree with her sorrow that nothing seems to be happening about it all.

The "storm of protests" from those who heard her "damaging the reputation of Folkestone" have led…

The joy of confession - Nothing at all to give

Sinner: The truth is sir, I don't think I have anything to give. Nothing for people and nothing for myself. I am nothing extraordinary, no talent no nothings. So it is better for me to not say much at all. To offer up no advise, no opinions nothing at all. I only do those things which are necessary. People may think ill of me that perhaps I do not care, which maybe true but the truth of it is, is that I sincerely believe that I have nothing to offer. I have nothing to offer to any friendship, nor to any love. To seek things from me is but vain. But I do try at times but still my step because I believe that they care not either. That is, they care not for me and I do not want to be hurt so I must stay away. Besides I have never succeeded in anything sir. I simply have nothing to give.

Sir: Boy you say you have nothing to give - but you can give yourself can you not. And have you spoken this with people. I fear that you have not and have only built up these conclusions in your imagi…

Miscellanies 86 : Loose your life to find it

W h o e v e r    f i n d s    h i s  l i f e ,  t h a t    i s ,  i f    y o u  f i n d    y o u r    l i f e    i n    m o n e y ,    f a m i l y ,    s e x ,  j u s t i c e ,    w i c k e d n e s s ,  p l e a s u r e ,  a n d    e t c ,       i n   t h e    e n d  y o u    w i l l    l o o s e    i t .  F o r    a l l    o f    t h e s e  t h i n g s   w i l l    p e r i s h .  B u t    i f  y o u    l o o s e    y o u r  l i f e , t h a t    i s ,  f o r a s k e    f i n d i n g       y o u r    l i f e    i n    t h e s e    t h i n g s , b u t    l o o s e  i t  f o r    t h e    s a k e  o f             C h r i s t ,    t h a  t i s ,    c o u n t i n g    J e s u s    a s  b e i n g    m o r e    w o r t h y  a n d    d e s e r v i n g    t h a n    t h e s e    o t h e r  t h i n g s ,  l i k e  t h e    a p o s t l e ,                  c o u n t i n g    i t    a l l    a s  d u n g ,    t h e n  y o u  w i l l    f i n d    y o u r  l i f e                b e c a u…

The writings of Sunny Caanne

Dear dear Sunny,

                      Read the somber pitch of my heart. One evening she did deliver me the news of that which I already knew, but rejected it although knowing it to be true, I rejected it until She declared it to me or I saw it with my own eyes. She came to me, sitting under the fire of my garden, scarcely looking into my eyes and told me that she was indeed to be wedded to another man. I took her confession as any good man should, that is with a congratulations and best wishes. But Sunny, my dear Caane, let me tell you the truthful tone of my heart that evening.

I wanted to say, who will I fall in love with now? In all honesty, I desire to fall in love with no one else and I pray the heavens that no one is in love with me. She is taken, gone like yesterday, falling into the arms of another. Where it not for my morals, I should still entertain the thoughts of having her, pursuing her till death embraces my desire. I would encourage adultery. But no. I must leave it. …

The School of Christ

I was taken to the school of Christ where I sat in the classroom of Paul the apostle and listened to his lecture on grace and on God’s sovereignty. I saw sitting with me that renowned Augustine and close by was Calvin and right at the front was Edwards with John Piper and R.C Sproul. The small figure spoke with light in his eyes as he dwelt on the effectual grace that had freed his heart from slavery. He spoke excitedly and then stopped to watch how the same light shone in the eyes of those who loved his Lord in the same manner. Then looking at me, he drew near and asked me a simple question. "For whom do we count it all as loss, dear boy?" Breathing in a short breath I said, "Saint Paul, it is Christ for whom we all count it all as loss. It is all for Christ." Behind me came a rousing voice delighting at my answer at which I turned to notice that it was no other than Spurgeon, that prince of preachers. Then to his left was seated one to whom pleasure and happines…

A defeated man

Ilive a defeated man,  wrestled to the ground by hopelessness,  seeing no victory near the far horizon,  unwilling to awaken again my dreams,  I’m just another failing man.  Society and the church has thrown me out. 

Still to me

She is still to me like refined gold,  a fine sunshine after a hurricane,  a pleasing sight, despite knowing that she is lost to me forever,  yet at every sight of her I am lost in her beauty.  O for grace to wean me away, what is in the end an appetite,  that I shall never have.  My beloved  who never was mine, was another’s rich supper to enjoy.  I know  I shall never forget her.                                  She shines bright in the sky                                  and I am chained underneath this oak tree                                         shaded from her gleaming rays.  

In a city

In a city,  where people live to be something that they cannot be,  aspiring to dreams that they were never meant to reach,  working for things they were never meant to hold, creates this picture,  of a striving society, engulfed in debt, in loneliness, in single-mindedness,   forgetting community, forgotten, to share a toast with their neighbor
  whom they have never met, although they have seen, yet they have never met.  In a city, where lives only collide in the workplace, in stadiums, but never in pubs, or places where they are not forced to interact, unless they are already friends, or wearing the same flag t-shirt,  then for that hour they meet, 
never exchanging hearts. In a city, ran by a few with money to spare, 
not for a change for the man without a roof,  but for their fellow peers                                      who banks the country's checks.  In a city,  where there are many stories flickering, but few displayed, selected to flash deliberately, for the masses to willingly conform…

The joy of confession: I have lost Jesus

Sinner: Dear Sir, O I have lost Jesus; but where have I lost him? I do not know for if I did know, I should have gone back to find him. It is like loosing one's keys. If one knew where they had lost it, they would soon go to the same place to find it there. But I have lost him I tell you, and I feel awful about it.
I fear I lost him because of my sins. O I know so. 
No longer is he warm or light towards me but a dread. O I fear his disapproving eye. I have been a horrible boy. I know not where he is for if I did, I would have found him. He is a flaming fire before me, an angry God above me, kindled to unleash upon me at any moment like the full clouds my punishment upon me. 
O that once sweet saviour that came tenderly to me in my early hours now hides his comely face. Where art thou crieth my soul, where is my shepherd? He is no where to be found for I have lost him.
Sir: O poor boy, you ought to know that sin is such a business that whoever pursues it is sure to go bankrupt. It…