As people there are certain parts of our personalities that is simply common knowledge.
We are aware they are there with us- however weird or bad they mayvlook, feel, or sound- we ain’t oblivious to the fact those around us know about it or them either. That is the #outerCourt of our human sanctuary. Whatever people’s opinions are regarding those aspects of our individual personalities, we simply don’t give a rat’s eye.
It may not seem like we appreciate their presence in our lives but it gets to a point where each come to the realization that whether we like it or not, or whether world around us will choose to see it in proper light or not, there is always little that can be done about them. We may as well live with them instead of worry our soon to perish lives sick over them. The decisions of the courts of public opinion simply do not matter.
There is also the those aspects that only near and dear ones are privy to. That is the #innerCourt of life’s sanctuary. Those are the ones others are privy to only because we choose to give the information out by ourselves. The closest ones through careful observations may notice certain traits but can only be sure of their observations after they have received confirmation from us. Until then, they remain nothing more than intuitions. Daring ones will muster every ounce of courage they have left and bring it up for discussion. Some too would rather keep their noses where they belong and not meddle.
Then comes the #holyPlace. Here aspects of our personality are known only ourselves and God. No person is well ever trusted well enough to be granted access to this part. As one bishop puts it, it is where we lie naked before our maker.whatever is there shall remain until we descend into our six-foot high home
And so last night a course mate and a study group member took me on a date.
Well, it felt kinda funny cos that was the first time anyone has called me to go somewhere with them. Initially, i was a bit hesitant – for a reason or two. The first being that the place we were going to is on the outskirts of town and i for one don’t fancy night outings that ain’t close by….reason two is confidential- but then i gave in and decided to go with this mate. I am a guy of very few words so hanging out to me is a boring venture unless it entails something which is quite engaging and can keep me busy.
And so we went to church and by the time we got there it seemed like the sermoner was half through is message. We found for ourselves a comfortable spot and then settled in. We listened as preacherman preached. The topic was something on family backgrounds. Congregants screamed when they had to, others yelled. There were still others who stood up every now and then to lift up hands. Quite a number also gave seeds of faith. Apparently, they were being told what they wanted to hear.
Me and my date, …well, we just sat there and listened without the fuss of youthful exuberance and drama that characterizes most charismatic churches of today.
Then as preacherman continued, he hit on something that sent my mind going like ‘ here we go’.
He said, to be born in Obuasi, that is my town of residence, grow up in obuasi and die in obuasi is a curse.
Whoa!!!! Hold on for a minute!
What kind of theology is that????
Well, i just turned to date and asked:
Assuming i had been born in New York or London or Toronto and grew up there and was going to die there someday, would this same preacherman have referred to it as a curse??? Interestingly, my date and I had our thoughts harmonizing around the same frequencies. Right there and then, we knew Mr preacher had ruined the night for us.
That notwithstanding, we stayed through to the end of the service, got our confused behinds back to our homes and got for ourselves the sleep our destabilized minds deserved.
Taunie MD Baakope
I have come to know that the #hausa and #arabic bibles use #allah as God’s name.
This for me is one of the highest forms of blasphemous errors.
#allah, unlike #God is not generic. It is the name of the Arabian moon god. ‘GOD’ is a generic name that refers only to the supremo-divine;
He has many titles and attributes but #allah is NOT one of them so I find it rather distasteful contemplating how and why such an error would be permitted.
Imaging replacing God’s name with Jupiter for the Italian bible, Zeus for the Greek bible, Kali for Indian bible, Buddha for the chinese bible, etc, etc.
In my own #Akan cultural setting we have names like #Onyankopon meaning ‘The one great God’. It is a variant of #Onyan_koro_pon.
This name or title is given only the Supreme One or the Creator God. The #Ewes have #Mawu and #Gas have #Nwummo ……..don’t know if I spelt it right. All these are generic names or titles that refer solely and only exclusively to the Creator God.
There are other local deities like #antoa, #tano, #ayanta, #patangye, #tigare. This latter category of names refer to particular and specific deities …..mostly of aquarian origins. The name #allah falls into this category; and just like Jupiter and Zeus, was the main deity of the Arabian pantheon of deities- just as Zeus was to the Greeks and Jupiter was to the Romans.
Maybe…….just maybe, many people are ignorant of this fact just as I was. I would advice any serious Christian to start paying attention to some of these inconspicuous details. I just cannot imagine myself going on my knees to pray and instead of praying in the name of Jesus I say Jupiter – may GOD EVER FORBID.
whatever you do, don’t miss this if you are in obuasi
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I can only be human
so don’t you expect too much
you might be disappointed
for there is only so much i can be
if I am to please everyone
I reckon I will have no time living my life
cos my life is to be lived too
I am quite sure it says nothing about
satisfying the every whims of folks around
there is only one of me
and that all there’s gonna be
I have many things to see
and even much more to do
time for me is but brief
like a fleeting breath
wish i could be all at once
but even God knows that is not possible
for after all is said and done
I can only be human
ever felt like giving up on faith and hope
ever been to the point of doubting the power of God
when all around you lays darkness and gloom
no sun, no moon, not even a starlight in the distant horizon
felt despair, disappointed and depressed
caught in a state of unending destitution
many questions racing through your mind
yet finding no answers; no soul-calming whispers in the wind
no sunshine, no warmth..just the cold
nothing to smile to, everything to weep over
all regrets, pain filled regrets
wishing you could turn back the hand of time
all you could wish for is just another chance
to right every single wrong, reverse every bad step
or maybe, there was a chance to start things afresh
imagining how everything would have been so different
some things may never be changed
some wheels never unturned
Christ Jesus still reigns supreme,and in His due time
His light will shine through your darkness
your rains will cease,
the storm will pass,
your sky will clear,
and best of all
His sun will shine through
let yesterday remain in the past
dream your tomorrow
live your today believing
the Jesus cares for you no matter what.