I’ll choose to stay up late in the night to write love letters and spoken word poetry about you my love,
To read the 66-book-love-letters you wrote to me,
To write about the beauty of your face when you stood just two inches from me,
So intimately close to each other that the very breath of your nostrils became the air that filled my lungs,
Causing my cells and organs to kick and scream, bursting into life with the sounds of activity as your magnificence filled my senses,
My body ached for your touch.
When Elohim stood in front of the first man Adam to breathe the breath of life into him, the Ruach-Elohim,
Adam awoken to see his first sight, God standing right in front of Him,
God who is love. God is love,
You are my love at first sight.
I can’t wait till we get re-united again at the marriage supper of the Lamb,
Although right now I’m here handing out invitation letters for people to attend our marriage ceremony,
And even if I had 99 problems you wouldn’t be one,
Even if I had 99 problems, you could never be one.
Yes, the world would know that we have been with you,
For our faces would shine from having seen your face; as we behold the mirror of your written Word, we are continually being changed into your very image,
Our hearts would be changed because it would no longer be made of stony tablets but would [...]
That’s what she said to me, that I had a way with words. I said you’re right, thank you very much. We were both speaking the same language, but not from the same world views. Our perspectives on the issue at hand were eons apart. She meant it as a compliment, to mean that I have some mastery with the craft, but I… Well, let’s leave my mental process out of it for now shall we?
God, the master of the milky way and the governor of the galaxies, the uncreated creator and inconceivable wonder, He spoke the heavens and the earth into existence. Isn’t it interesting that all what He says is termed the ‘WORD of God’ and not ‘words of God’? (But that’s none of my business right now.) Following the account of Genesis 1, God doesn’t mope around the darkness, complaining and worrying, He simply spoke everything to be. Light, birds, fishes… All of them.
Every successful person would tell you to be careful what you say, especially the things you say to yourself, for they are true. ‘He who says he can and he who says he can’t are both usually right’ the popular saying goes. Our words have the capacity to shape the worlds we live in. There’s a law of attraction in operation, constantly bringing that which we utter. Sound always creates. So yes, I do have a way with words. But, probably not [...]
My dearest Tomi,
I’m so glad you took to heart my lesson on teach-ability. I trust school is treating you well. Do feel free to let me know of whatever challenges you’re facing, there are always better ways to overcome them. I know school isn’t perfect, but it’s the best institution we humans could come up with to train our kids to live in the sophisticated world we claim to have built for them. It makes one wonder why Adam and Eve chose to eat that sour cherry our people call ‘abgalimo’.
I noticed the questions you asked in your last email were shying away from the phenomenon that most know nothing about, but all seem to be giving opinions on. Hollywood makes a fantasy about it; the promise of a happily ever after from the ingestion of butterflies. I imagine that our bellies must be so big from digesting lies, for it to allow enough room for their wings to flutter without being burned by the stomach temperature and acidic content. This is why I think it’s been so difficult for us to conceive the Truth because we’re constantly being impregnated by falsehood. However, for this peculiar situation, abortion is permitted, perhaps, recommended even.
To the natural man, love is an elusive concept. Our scholars teach us that it is an abstract reality; it cannot be seen, felt or touched. Our philosophers, poets and musicians preach that it consumes us and makes us not want to [...]
I’ve seen a great divorce in our churches all of which most certainly stems from the plaguing conditions of our hearts. For the church isn’t the building but the individual; the church is us. The funny thing is that each side of the break up thinks they’re right and deserve independence. Oddly enough, that’s true, the people are just too limited in perspective to understand how.
One party says we should work for God and forget all else. They’re quite consistent in their duties, which I must say is very remarkable, and they keep at whatever instructions they’ve been given. They come to the sanctuary on time. Do whatever they have to do and leave when they’re done. They are quite mechanical and approach their assignments with a rote mindset. They pester you to be a ‘worker’ and continually remind you how you’re ‘backsliding’ if you aren’t doing so.
The second party says we should love God and forget all else. They’re quite intimate in their approach to God which I must say is very adorable. They tell you how they just love God and can’t do without Him. They mention how He speaks to them and overwhelms them with His manifest presence. Reminding you of the warmth of God’s love like a blanket in the harmattan. They point out how they like their solace and constantly enjoy God, but can’t be running up and down. What they prefer to [...]
I hope you’ve been great. I’ve really missed your company. You have no idea how much I want to see you again. You mentioned your frustrations at home in your last email, I know how pesky parents can get sometimes, but it’s still part of the growing process I must confess, believe it or not, you’ll miss it later. So enjoy it while you still can. I’ve written to share with you a virtue that I consider golden. It was prompted in a conversation that sadly, I don’t remember having.
I once stumbled across a question where someone inquired if I would prefer to marry a full fledged ‘church-girl’ or a once-upon-a-time ‘bad girl’, who is now ‘good’, so she could treat me nicely. Although, the reason for this question still remains unclear, here is a better statement of my response:
It is said that ‘church-girls’ don’t know much, hence the idea that the once-upon-a-time ‘bad girls’ are better, because they’ve had exposure. While that may be true in certain respects, that doesn’t bother me one bit. What I find golden in an individual is teach-ability. Not the ‘church-girl’ or the ‘bad girl’. I care nothing for such statuses. I even wonder, who on earth ever thought up such belittling titles. It’s teach-ability that changes a stark village girl into a modern intellectual in the space of 5-10 years. The bridge between not knowing and knowing is simply that virtue. I am constantly [...]