Tag: hope

Seeking Justice… from the heart.

In seeking justice in our times, where do you start? Read to learn more.

After we chanted and the ball dropped, we realized we stepped into a challenging year. At first, it was an invisible virus, battling our physical bodies, from the outside. The world rallied. When we thought we had the worst 2020 had to offer, we caught a glimpse of the invisible virus eating away at our souls – the worst of human nature manifest as racial injustice, police brutality, violence against women, and other inequitable brothers and sisters. Then we rallied again.

I’m thankful for the camera that prevented the reason for justice to be relegated to a matter of “he said, she said.” Or even, “Oops, he can’t even say because he’s dead.” I’m thankful for the awakening and the immense support for justice, for those who are listening, and learning and hearing, for those who are agitating, may your strength not waver. To the leaders and legislators publicly asserting their intent to step up to the plate, kudos!

We must remember that media coverage or an uprising does not solve problems. It is the positive actions of change from each one of us that will make a difference.

You don’t know where to start?

From your heart.

A long time ago, God gave us a recipe to civic responsibility, echoed through Prophet Micah, “seek justice, love mercy, walk humbly with Your God.” My friend, that’s where it begins.

A quote which says, seek justice, love mercy and walk humbly with God.

It’s no mean feat, carrying out justice, mercy, love, and humility in daily life. It has to be learned — that everyone is made in the image of God, that you are not better than the person next to you.

I worry that after the media drone is quietened and the sensation is drowned in the sea of forgetfulness, when the tears of lament dry up, will the resolve to change remain as strong as the challenges of human nature? Will we have enough grit to stand for truth in our circle of influence, or will we return to complacent slumber? Are we going to get it this time?

But then, I have hope because I believe that saviors like the judges of old will rise from among us — they will be unlikely heroes whose heart will seek justice, love mercy and walk humbly because they have been consumed by love, kissed by the Sun of righteousness and being healed by the light in His rays.

I hope you and I will be counted among them.

He has told you, O man, what is good; what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness and to walk humbly with your God?
— Micah 6:8

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Your Word is light – a reflection

In the wake of all that’s happening in our world today, it’s very easy to forget that there is #hope.

God loves and longs for all people — white, black, male, female, young, old, and the diverse in-betweens.

In his heart is love.
In his way is life.
And in his word is light.

For those who believe, do not forget that there is #truth and #justice and #mercy and #healing in God’s word.

Maybe if we immerse ourselves in the person of Jesus Christ through His word, our hearts will be flooded with light and we will gain wisdom to be the hands and feet and voices of healing and justice our world desperately needs today.

“YOUR WORD IS LIGHT” is a self-reminder of the power in God’s word.

USEFUL LINKS

StoryVox Podcast
The Curious Case of Doctor Maundy

A Miracle in the Valley

IT WAS FIRST SILENCE. Deadly silence.

He could almost hear a pin drop.
From the cliff where he stood, he saw that the valley stretched before him was a white carpet. With brown patches. As he descended the hill on the wings of the Spirit, he saw the carpet take a three-dimensional form. With contours.

White carpet? Hardly.

White carpet – bones, thousands of them. Brown patches – sand.

He didn’t believe his eyes! Shapes like skulls, breast bones, fists and — what the…

He stepped down into the valley and was at eye level with the bones. Frowning skulls, clenched fists, flexed thigh bones across broken hip sockets. They all seemed poised to action, but without a flesh. They were disjointed.

Dry. And. Very dead.

He went round them and thought he was seeing faces. Depressed, downcast ones. Wishing they had won the battle that brought them down in this valley. He was probably unborn when the war was fought and ten years old when the bald vultures got tired of meat.

His face squeezed in a grimace as desperation rushed through his veins. The gory sight made him queasy.

Dry bones in the valley of death.

But before he got overwhelmed with sadness, the master GOD tapped his shoulder and said, “Son of Man, can these bones live?”

Live? Dry bones. How long does it take a human being to decompose to dry bones – ten years, twenty? He could have looked it up on Google.

If souls do travel by foot after death, theirs would have reached their destination long ago. Now to call them back?

I don’t know, he thought. But he knew better than to voice his doubts. So he said, “Master GOD, only you know that.”

Yes. This was the Master GOD, not mere man. This was the One who made a walled highway on the Red sea by the wand of a cane walking stick. This was One who made dresses that grew through the years so His people did not need to swap dresses. It was Him who rained manna from heaven for food. Same God who scolded His people and drew them back to Himself.

Only You know that. Only You can know that.

What is death?

Hopes lost. Dreams dashed. Heightened expectations crushed.
Being dead is like being in sin, being alienated from God and condemned to the harsh consequences of iniquity.

Death is what happens to a substance addict who isn’t himself when there is no fix. His sanity and sobriety are dead. His joy is late. He ravages mummy’s drawers, steals her trinkets or dad’s suit pocket for cash so he can fix himself up. Or else –

A dead guy is like a victim of a bad habit like a furious temper. No one knows when he will let rip so everyone plays safe around him. Don’t annoy him or he becomes a big red machine -energetic on the outside but he feels dead within. Self-control, love is dead.

When you set out to execute the bright ideas that pop up in your consciousness, you always meet a dead-end. No matter how hard you try to study for a test, you still flunk it. When you manage to keep your head above the water in school, but you know you won’t stay afloat for long, that’s dead-ness.

Or those bright ideas are limited by a debilitating physical illness. You can’t help but feel dead and wimpy.

Do you see yourself like the colt tied to the stakes? It has never been used. It has potentials, but still tied. Maybe his owners felt he’s still too small, or has a weakness they do not want to risk exposing.

Like dad and mum does to you – you’re still too small. You stammer or can’t speak your bright ideas in front of a crowd. Potentiated but restricted –more or less dead.

Or you have a fear of failure that makes you fail the test in your mind before even writing it. You’re already dead before you start living.

Dead. Dead. Dead.

If it takes years for human bones to decay, it means you’ve had this problem for long.

So Master GOD spoke again: Speak my words to these bones.

Ezekiel did speak and there was a rustling sound. The bones began to shake and come together. At first it was bone to bone, then muscles, subcutaneous tissue, ligaments, tendons, skin and hair began to form on the bones. Before He knew it, complete humans were fashioned.

Then He prophesied to the wind – which promptly responded and gave them the breath of life. They lived and became an exceeding great army. The dry bones became an exceeding great army. Once again. And for the rest of the day, he walked around dazed because he had seen a miracle.

Yes, what you need is His Word, the very one that created the beautiful universe. The very One that came down, lived among us and saved us – you need Jesus Christ. The very one that is ready to make you alive again.

Ezekiel saw a miracle. Do you want to see one?

Then come to the source of the God kind of life. Jesus awaits you at the well. His words are spirit-words; it gives Life to dead things.

He says:
Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life.
I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me – watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace.
I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.

Will you come to the valley?

God raised Jesus from the dead, and if God’s Spirit is living in you, he will also give life to your bodies that die. God is the One who raised Christ from the dead, and he will give life through his Spirit that lives in you.
Romans 8:11 NCV

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A Miracle in the Valley is a tiny part of the first draft of an upcoming anthology set to release in 2021. Watch out for more details soon.

This article was written in 2012. References: Ezekiel 37, Matthew 11:28-30, John 6:63. Article initially inspired by “Spirit Wind,” a song by Casting Crowns

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USEFUL LINKS

StoryVox Podcast
The Curious Case of Doctor Maundy

Why you shouldn’t let ‘the ‘Rona’ — ahem, coronavirus — dominate your mind.

When the first case of Coronavirus occurred, no one expected it to redefine our 2020 experience. This time is so peculiar in the history of our world.

Massive layoffs, hundreds of thousands sick, and many dead, disruption of industry and economy, shortage of household and medical supplies, and individual financial constraints are a few select consequences of the COVID-19 pandemic.

And it’s not over.

For some who are unable to work, this may be the longest time you’ve spent with your loved ones or the longest time you’ve spent with yourself even. Trust me, your children and pets can’t believe their good fortune of having some of you around all day.

Maybe it’s time to appreciate the incredible work school teachers are doing with your kids, and maybe it’s time to do a little of that, and help them understand and process what is happening in our world today.

And boy O’boy, have I read and seen all sorts in the last few weeks. From the city of Wuhan, the sprawling capital of Central China’s Hubei province, the ‘Rona traveled and with it, diverse perspectives.

Some feel that the apocalypse is upon us – down to the bunkers you go! Many other people smell a fish and there’s been a handful of conspiracy theories floating around cyberspace. Some think it’s bio-terrorism at it’s finest, designed to cripple the western economy. I mean all sorts.

You know what, whatever it is, we don’t have time for divisive perspectives. For whatever is unclear about this situation, there’s a lot more that is clear, and we’ll serve ourselves and the world better by focusing on that.

So what is clear?

This pandemic has proven once again the ability of unprecedented situations to bring out the best and the worst in us.

The ‘Rona has shown how clueless some of our countries’ governments are about leading us in safety, it has brought the worst in human nature by way of prize gougers, has shown how misinformation can torpedo the best of minds and has spun out of potential storytellers, an unsettling number of conspiracy theories.

But it’s not all doom and gloom

It has also given us the opportunity to watch the global cohort of heroes – individuals who by reason of their jobs, means, their good nature or a combination of many factors, are bravely helping the world heal, one good act after another. We have seen on display, what Fred Rogers meant when he said, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.”

Covid-19 has dealt us a heavy blow and disrupted daily life as we know it. The threat of death is palpable but we must not allow fear to paralyze us.

There is one thing that should be clear to anyone who believes: the faithfulness of God in a terrible situation, and the incredible divine gift of resilience of humans. The joy of the Lord your strength! I have read and seen and believe in our ability to rise out of the ashes of our dying night today into the breaking of a brand new hopeful day.

Our role in that resurrection starts with accepting that all of us need help. Lots of it. Whether we’re giving or receiving help, each of us must realize that we have something valuable to bring to this world. That’s one thing that connects us.

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So think about one thing of value (and trust me, you do have at least one) that you can share with the hurting world around you.

And while you’re at it, ensure you stay safe and follow precautions that enable you to stay healthy. As you practice social distancing, pray for the healing of your world, for if you have forgotten, it’s your sacred duty, as well as to find ways to be a helper to those around you, for you may find that you are God’s hands and feet at your workplace, or neighborhood, bringing hope with every smile, every hot meal, cold drink, every sanitizing wipe or encouraging word you give.

Our leaders are waking up. They’re responding, and with the proliferation of more useful information and provision of relief resources, we are going to deal with this better, so don’t lose hope.

And for those who think the world is going to implode, I’d say, probably not!

Resist the urge to spread fear and falsehood on that little ticking time bomb you cradle around your palms. With as much effort if not less, you can find verified helpful information to share. And then you’ll join the league of heroes and helpers. CDC and the WHO are two examples of organizations that have done a fantastic job of providing useful information that can keep you healthy and others around you. Share that!

And to the believers again, C.S. Lewis says, “If we are all going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb (or Coronavirus), let that bomb (or virus) when it comes, find us doing sensible and human things—praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts—not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs (or spreading falsehood and fear about the ‘Rona”).”

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Corona may break our bodies, but it need not dominate our minds.

Again I say, it’s not over. We will win this.

Through the thick or thin of the COVID-19 pandemic and beyond, whatever may come our way, let it meet us hopeful and helping.

Stay safe, friends.

P.S. If you have not listened to my latest podcast episode, you can find it here

Windshield or Rear-view?

Hello,

Do you know that before Donut, Snippets, and the steadily growing HeirWalk Blog, there have been “Arise and Shine“, Gulp, Priestly Reflections, and Livingstone?
You surely haven’t heard about them, because they didn’t stand. Arise and Shine “digest” had about two or three issues and fell off the grid before 2007 or so. Gulp (2008-2009) “digest” didn’t fare well either, Priestly Reflections (around 2009 or 2010) is a testament to a blog that crashed as soon as it took off. Livingstone was a brand that failed to take. The dates are fuzzy in my memory, but the effects were remarkable.

“Anybody who says they’ve never been thrown or kicked by a horse hasn’t spent much time in the barn.” John Croyle (from Who You Are)

I’ve had both covert and openly embarrassing fails.

Our past mistakes or failures and the regrets that tag along can make us feel wholly inadequate for ever becoming much more than we’ve been in the past. In too many cases, it’s what keeps us stuck at home, stuck in life.

Although I check it up from time to time to see what I can learn from it, to pick up proper warnings and perspectives that might influence any decisions I want to make going forward, I am not stuck looking in the rear-view mirror – that will only guarantee continued crashes ahead. You shouldn’t too. Remember that the windshield is bigger and gives a better view.

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“Past mistakes” is not one of the reasons to quit.

There isn’t, actually.

Cheers,
Toluwanimi

The Healer

Hello,

This is not a flash fiction, but a “flash-muse” which came to my heart yesterday morning. Read, reflect and recourse.

Many people think the suffering of Jesus was simply that of his death on the cross.

I beg to differ.

I recently studied John’s account of Jesus’ life and was alarmed at the amount of consistent mocking and opposition Jesus faced almost on a regular basis from the Pharisees and leaders.

“Blows will break my bones, but words won’t hurt me.”

Tell that to my foot.

Tell me constant opposition and harsh demeaning words don’t break even the strong man.

The Bible, through Isaiah called him “a man of sorrows, afflicted, despised, rejected.”
They always countered him and his words. You know that it is we that see Jesus as someone important – not them. We view Jesus with a glorious lens of divinity and power. They saw Jesus as a random guy.

“Ordinary carpenter’s son.” They snickered.

They always plotted to kill him. More than once, they tried to seize him, arrest him and push him off a cliff. They didn’t appreciate his miracles and good works. They accused him of having a devil, rather than glorifying God.

What more could trouble a man who gave all to the people that constantly tried to eliminate him!

Yet he held tenaciously to the claim of his identity with the father and the purpose of his life.

It wasn’t easy, but, to us and the whole world, it was worth it in the end.

If after all he experienced, he’s talking, then we need to pay attention.

So When he says he feels your weakness (Hebrews 4:15), he knows what he’s talking about. And he says he is able to help you when you come to his gracious throne to receive mercy and grace to help in time of need.

You haven’t faced a fraction of what Jesus faced. So what is that trouble? Or challenge?

Create your reality from the truth of God’s word and hold tenaciously to it until it comes to pass in your life.

That is faith!

And that is all what the healer requires you to do.

Happy Sunday,
Toluwanimi