Bereanista

July 5, 2011 at 1:36 AM Oh charle! I don't even want to talk too much on this issue; cuz whatever I say about my small National Service 'stress' will probably be an insult to my colleagues who work at THE BANKS (u people deserve toffee :-) and such... Come to think of it, whatever they have to say about their stress might be an insult to hardworking single parents, construction workers, those working day and night just to make ends meet... and whatever these ones have to say might be an insult to those who gave up promising careers and suffered so we could benefit somehow- those who went to jail for independence; those who lived on the generosity of others so we could hear The Gospel... the One who gave up Heaven for a time so we could be saved. A long stretch of imagination? Maybe. But see, the point is, others have suffered worse for more selfless causes. So, if we're going to keep working wherever we are now, the least we can do (as a favour to ourselves; and as a du...

January 6, 2011 For a year that started out looking so promising, 2011 is getting tricky. It's that time again: after riding so long on a high in this walk with God, I'm suddenly sitting in the sand where the coaster used to be, wondering what hit me. True, this started way before Jan 1; but after a deep, awesome-tastic (wink, Rasheed) watch-night service that made me feel like I could scale any mountain; these doldrums are, well, deflating... plus, 2 more deaths and an accident haven't exactly boosted the morale, you see? Where is God? I know, I know: 'I will never leave you nor forsake you'. Splendid; but not so much when it doesn't feel that way, u know what I mean? Is this part of the relationship, the walk... or did I do something (apart from the usual disobediences here and there, nothing extraordinary oo- I don't mean to be flip about this; just honest). Deep down inside, I sense it's time to seek; but how? A// How do you pray when you can...

March 20, 2011 at 10:39 PM This is a reminder- we forget: romance is God's creation. Shy, hesistant, bold, steamy, passionate; all the ranges and flavours of romantic love- they are God's idea; His doing. As we used to say in Class 1, He brought the game. If there was a patent on it, it'd be in His name. You dig? I'm not entirely sure why this is so poignant to me; it's probably the whole trusting Him in everything (including the love life :-) thing. I used to feel like; 'Oh man.. God will choose my husband?? Hm!' But noooow, I'm actually excited about God being in control of the process because He just has this knack for making things interesting ;-) And I'm learning everyday :-). Maybe, this writing isn't very coherent- try this: GOD MADE LOVE Butterflies. The birds and the bees: Whose creation are all these? Feelings that convert into 2-hour talks, Moonlight for romantic walks, Diamonds for engagement rings: Whose Hand supplies all these thing...

May 9, 2011 at 1:53 AM A refresher course b4 we begin: Our solar system: basically the sun+ 9 planets The sun is a star- nowhere close to the big stars, actually (& see how it stretches Ghanaians in the afternoons. mtchew) Collection of stars = constellation Galaxy = plenty constellations (we're in the Milky Way Galaxy) Universe: well, they guess there are possibly abt 80 billion galaxies in the fraction of the universe that is known... Yeaahhh, this is a very long one- but it's good stuff :-) Okay, here we go: me AGAINST THE UNIVERSE I get trapped in thoughts of the significance of my life: my future, my career, the things I want to accomplish, the impact I’ll make, my role in God’s plans for humanity... and that’s the positive, well-intentioned stuff. I also get caught up a lot in my feelings, frustrations and pet peeves, my expectations (ahem, demands) of God and others, my struggles, my hormones... Today, I saw a documentary at church that put me ...

July 13, 2012 at 3:17 PM Dear Well-meaning Christian, On behalf of all other Christians, genuine prophets and non-Christians, I ask you: please stop creating and circulating doomsday texts, emails, posts, videos, Whatsapp messages- whatever- just STOP IT... please. Yes, this world is slipping deeper and deper into evil everyday. Yes, we are in the end times; BUT God in His wisdom has made it so that '... no one [including you] knows the day or the hour...' (Matthew 24:36). So yes, Jesus may come next year or right after you read this; but you're not doing us any favours when you decide it must be 12/12/2012 or 13/03/2013 (If I were God, I'd come on a different day just to prove you can't order my schedule). You drive people into panic and fear and insincere conversions- those who still believe you anyway... And that's just the problem. You know what happened to the boy who cried wolf? From around January 3, 2000; when people realised the millenium wasn't th...

January 2, 2013. I'm so happy and hopeful about this year. For me, it marks the beginning of a new purpose I'm almost afraid to share- afraid because sharing makes me accountable to you... Oh well, the thing I am working on this year is: HUMILITY. Not the one you've seen all along; but true, inward humility in my thoughts and mindset. I've been praying in the last few days; and realised it's possibly the most important attribute in in this walk- and yet, it's the easiest to act over- as I have all these years. I've acted humble- said and done (and smiled) all the right things; BUT in my heart, maintained that superiority complex... the one that needs to be right all the time- in issues regarding Christianity, at home, school, in political discussions, you name it. I so desperately needed to write the poem below that since I allowed laziness to overtake me after midnight last night, God did the Jonah on me. He graciously allowed me to get on the wrong train t...

April 17, 2015. The Setting: A storey-building on the street adjacent mine has been occupied for the last four or so years by a church, or as I found out last night, two different churches. Noise has always been an issue; but this week has topped them all. Since Monday, we have been besieged by music, shouting, tongues; you name it (I wonder if my love for the worship song 'Wrap me in Your arms' can ever be restored; having been serenaded an off-key rendition for at least 10 mins straight- all this in the midst of dumsor. Lawd!). I had, each day, sent our housekeeper over to ask them to turn it down; which they 'graciously' did; until last night, when they simply did not. I. WAS. ALL . KINDS. OF. FURIOUS and I decided to go over there myself. Bad combination. So I get there and meet, among other people, the sound director; whose demeanour was a study in apathy, more or less telling me he doesn't think his church is noisy (note: we were standing in th...