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Generation J

We hear of generation X, generation Y and generation Z
But the more we look the less we see

“Move with the times”, I hear them say
Be liberated, move ahead, don’t be stuck in yesterday!

They think they know it all, have it all, but I’m proud to say,
I know my generation and I proud of it, its generation J

I’m not confused about where I stand
I vote for Jesus to Him I lift my hand

His Word is true and quite infallible
Plain to read and easily discernible.

Some say the bible is outdated
That we need to move on and be liberated

I say His Word is more current than tomorrow
Without it we’ll all be doomed to an eternity of sorrow

The Word of God isn’t dead, it’s alive its living
The Word of God is a gift to us, a gift that keeps on giving.

It’s a privilege to live according to the awesome Word
And when we do we sparkle, we stand out from the herd.

I urge you my brother, my sister, join the ‘in’ group
The happy people, the Jesus people, don’t be left out of the loop!

 

 

Bless You

LolaA

 

A REPOST

Hi Hi, hope you’re having a great day and you’re rocking the weekend!
As you can clearly see from the tittle this is a repost. My last post was a short story which I wrote in Word in order for it not to be full of mistakes and then pasted into my blog. Before making the post I decided to change the theme of the blog, something different I said to myself, and I chose one that went well with that particular article. A slate-like theme with an all-black background. When I pasted my article from Word the black text didn’t show up on the all-black background. So, in my wisdom or should I say lack of it, I changed the font colour to white, I previewed it all and it looked spot-on and so I pressed the publish button.

Now in a bid to have as many followers as possible I follow my own blog 🙂 That’s not quite true actually I think I did so inadvertently and decided to leave it as it gives me a clear picture of what happens when I press the publish button which turned out to be very useful this time around.
When I checked my e-mail to see how the post turned out I was slightly horrified to find a blank slate with a beautiful scripture at the bottom. That I can confirm wasn’t the plan but our God is just awesome and He does turn all things around to work together for our good. I hurried back to administer my site and make corrections, on getting to my site I found that two lovely people had already very kindly ‘liked’ the post. That brought a very big fat smile to my face, God is indeed great! The tittle of the post had given the impression that the ‘blank page’ apart from the scripture was deliberate. So I decided to leave the post with just the beautiful scripture up for a while.

If anyone did cross over to the actual blog to view it they would have been able to see the full post, but I’m aware that we live in the age of mobile devices and what we can’t see on our mobile devices often doesn’t get seen for that reason I decided to repost my short story.

I’d like to say a very big thank you to the wonderful people who follow my blog and for everyone who ‘likes’ my posts and those who leave comments, and a special thanks to those who liked ‘The Clean Slate’ as it then was.

The Clean Slate

A short story by LolaA

Nine year old Mossa stirred in her sleep and then woke up with a start. She could hear noises, a bit like some sort of commotion outside their glassless window. She lay still for a few minutes trying to think, what could have happened… She cast her mind back to the night before but nothing rang a bell, then she scanned the barely lit room of the mud hut and involuntarily sprang to her feet. The room was lined with vessels of all shapes and sizes, big mini-bath like type of vessels and small cooking pans which could only hold a few cups of liquid at most. They were all filled with a very precious commodity, water, yes water, rain water to be precise.

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, to dance or stand still. At last God had answered their plea, their nightly ritual of asking Him to open the heavens and pour out some water in the form of rain. The rains had been more than four months overdue and everything was beginning to run out. Their food portions had been drastically reduced and water was rationed to the animals. Normally Akis, a remote village in the heart of Africa, was a friendly place but when things began to get tough the people seemed to harden also. Smiles turned into frown lines and nobody was willing to help the other with any form of supplies as no one had any idea when or how supplies would be replenished. The rain was definitely a reason to be happy but she was sad that she had managed to sleep through it all, or most of it.

Her elder brother must have long been awake his place on the mat-like mattress on which they slept was decisively empty. The only person still sleeping on the wafer thin mattress which was lain on the bare floor was her five year old sister, the only plus there was that someone managed to sleep deeper than she did. The thought brought a smile to her face as she was about to turn and go outside to see what service she’d be able to render.

She was cut short in her stride; her leg seemed to hang in mid-air as she remembered her slate, her ‘sums slate’. Having run very low on funds last year her father had had to withdraw her from the village school, only her brother had continued in the interim. Instead her father was teaching her from his limited knowledge at home, hoping that in the very near future she’d be able to resume formal schooling. In the last few days he had been teaching her to take-away a small number from a bigger number on her sums-slate. It wasn’t as straight forward as ‘adding up’ and she was struggling with it a bit, so her father had left five ‘take-aways’ on her slate for her to do and told her to memorise the answers once she’d done them.

That was all well and good; somehow she would have done her ‘homework’ possibly getting her brother to assist unnoticed by their father if it did prove too difficult. The real problem now was that she had left the chalkboard slate outside; as she thought of it her heart sank and almost touched her stomach. Her father always told her, or more or less warned her to always clear up after herself, putting things in their proper place, not being some type of a ‘dishevelled thing’ as he called it. But yesterday after her lessons she had been quite tired and after spending just a little while playing with her younger sister her mother had announced it was ‘dinnertime’. Dinnertime meant it was time to sit in the corner of their yard known as the kitchen watching and intermittently fanning the flames of the log fire on which their evening meal was cooking. After the meal and the eloquent prayers of her father she barely managed to stay awake long enough to roll out their ‘mattress’ before slumping into a deep sleep, she had no idea when her father or in the unlikely event her mother had lain her sister next to her. Putting her slate away had never even crossed her mind; after all it had been okay wherever she left it for as long as she could remember why was last night going to be different?

However last night was different, very different because last night Almighty God as her father and many of the villagers called Him had decided to answer their prayers and just imagining the state of her slate caused her knees to buckle. Suddenly she had an urgent call to answer, the call of nature.

She dashed out of the room and flew by the mini passage that separated the two rooms of which their hut consisted. In the process she almost knocked the big bowl of water her mother was carrying out of her hands. “Are you awake Mossa?” Her mother asked, startled by her sudden appearance. “No” she replied for some strange reason as darted into the yard and round to the side of the hut. She fought to open their aluminium sheet bathroom as she hopped from leg to leg, finally the sheets rattled apart and she entered and put the latch on. This was about the only place in the compound where one could truly have some privacy, except of course someone decided to climb their lone tree which had become severely over tanned in recent months.

She relaxed, as much as one could in the squatting position, as she relieved herself and tried to think of an excuse, a reason, something to justify her actions or should that be in-actions. Something, anything to stop her father from flying off the handle. She pushed both body and mind, her body produced but sadly her mind didn’t.

As she slammed the aluminium sheet that passed for a door she paused for a split second to breathe in the fresh wet air. Nobody seemed to be in her immediate vicinity as she attempted to do an ‘Usain Bolt’ towards the place she vaguely remembered leaving her slate. “Ah, at last you’re awake Mossa” she heard her father say behind her. “Yes father” she replied, as she turned to face him. “We’ve been working since very early this morning” he said with a smile. Fantastic she thought, her father still remembered how to smile. “The rain, the beautiful rain has almost subsided” he said, “but we’ve collected a fair amount in the outside drums, we need to transfer whatever we can into the pots inside the hut so that we can use it as drinking water and make room in the drums for when the heavens again decide to be gracious to us. Now go and assist your brother and remember no wastage”. “Yes father” she said again as she hurried off to the back of the hut where the make shift guttering fed into the drums.

By mid-morning they had finally finished. They had stopped midway for breakfast which consisted of fermented corn porridge and fried bean cakes. Their tiny hut had become smaller, literally over flowing with water and the remaining water had been securely stored outside the hut.

Now with the heavy lifting over Mossa’s mind wandered back to her slate. The smile of accomplishment left her face, she pulled herself up off of the bench on which she was sitting and with aching arms went in search of her slate dreading the moment she’d set eyes on it. She found it all alone by the stone on which she had been sitting the day before trying to figure out how to do ‘take-aways’, she could only remember the first one, nineteen take away five. The slate was completely washed clean on both sides and was still quite damp. Trying not to attract the attention of her father Mossa quietly went to put slate in the kitchen area hoping the residue heat would help to dry the slate. The area was still slightly warm from the cooking of the morning meal, but the flames wouldn’t be lit again until the evening. Lunch was a luxury that wasn’t enjoyed in Mossa’s household. If your stomach really began to turn very badly you were permitted to soak some gari (grated and fried cassava) in water and eat.

To the casual onlooker Mossa’s father appeared to be sleeping but very little escaped his eagle eyes. “Mossa!” He called out loudly as Mossa left the kitchen area; one of the birds flew to a higher branch. “Yes father” Mossa answered as she promptly arrived in front of him. “What were you doing over there?” He asked in a subdued voice. Mossa opened her mouth and attempted to speak but no words came out. “I can’t hear you” he said as he sat upright in the wooden chair stationed in front of the hut. Mossa clasped her hands behind her back in a bid to hide her trembling. She cleared her throat and again endeavoured to say something but she couldn’t imagine what she could have done to her voice it just refused to cooperate. With her chin pressing strongly against her chest she willed the ground to open and swallow her up. She decided to pray in her mind to the Almighty God to please this minute take her to the place where good people go when they die but she couldn’t think of any eloquent words to say. In frustration she could do nothing but stand trembling in the presence of her father only hoping that she would somehow be able to withstand his wrath. She stood there with her father’s eyes blazing at her for a good five minutes to Mossa it seemed like five hours. “What were you doing with your slate in the kitchen?” her father said sternly. She tried to lift her head and answer her father but it was an effort in futility, neither her head nor her voice cooperated. “Get out of my sight” her father seemed to growl, “I’ll deal with you later”.

Mossa went to sit on the tree trunk stump at the far edge of the yard. She knew that ‘later’ meant after supper just before prayers when whoever needed a dressing down got it in full force before the whole family. She bowed her head not even attempting to imagine the humiliation she would suffer and she’d probably get a punishment to boot as well. The minutes began to tick very very slowly.

Eventually supper was over, a kerosene lantern was burning near the door of the hut and the family was seated for the nightly prayers. The children and even Mossa’s mother were hoping for a brief outing as their beds / mattresses were calling them. Most of them had been up since the wee hours of the morning and it had been a long and tiring day.

“Who can tell me the most significant event of today?” Mossa’s father began. Mossa’s head dropped, the only thing she could think of was her slate that had been washed clean. “The rain” her brother ventured timidly. “Exactly” said their father with excitement in his voice. Mossa felt one of the many weights on her shoulders lift, maybe just maybe it wasn’t going to be as bad as she imagined. “The Almighty God indeed answered our prayers today and gave us an abundance of rain, blessed be the Almighty God!” their father exclaimed, “Amen” they chorused in unison. “Our God is gracious, He is magnificent, He is awesome, He is benevolent, He is the thrice holy God, He is the God that answers by fire, He is the God that answers by rain”, he continued, “amen, amen and amen” they responded.

Their father turned and looked at her, “Mossa” he said “what did you do today?” Mossa stood to her feet as was expected of her in such circumstances. As the family had praised God with joy and sincerity tensions had eased and the tangle on her tongue had unwound. Treading gently she said, “I am very, very sorry sir that I left my slate outside instead of packing it away neatly. The rain washed everything that was written on my slate away so I couldn’t complete my work and the slate itself is still damp”. “Mossa” their father called her name again, “yes father” she responded. “Today has been a beautiful day” he said, “the Lord has washed away all the dust, dryness and cracked ground with the rain, and it reminds us of how Jesus washed away our sins with His blood when He died at Calvary. Just like your slate was washed clean by the rain our hearts are washed clean by the blood of Jesus, when we receive Him (Jesus) as Lord and Saviour. You were naughty and disobedient to leave your slate outside when I had specifically instructed you not to. The rains were delayed for a while and maybe you were not expecting it to rain, you were not expecting the Almighty God to answer despite our earnest prayers each night” her father said as he looked at her sternly. Mossa drooped her head in despair at the mere thought of her, small, little Mossa, even contemplating doubting the Almighty God. She would never, ever do a thing like that she told herself with her head still bowed.

“As today is such a special day” their father continued, “and the soothing rain reminds us of the cleansing power of the blood of Jesus, just this once I’m going to let Mossa off without any repercussions”. His words were definitely music in Mossa’s ears; in her nine years of existence she couldn’t remember anyone being allowed to go ‘scot free’ by her father. “I will not tolerate a repeat performance” said her father in finality. “I will always endeavour to keep my things neat, tidy and in their proper places” said Mossa as she could barely contain her joy at escaping all forms of punishment.    

But if we are living in the light, as God is in the light, then we have fellowship with each other, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, cleanses us from all sin.
(1 John 1:7 New Living Translation)

 

 

 

 

He Has Risen!!!

Hallelujah He has risen
Hallelujah the Son of Righteousness has arisen with healing in His wings
Before the sun awoke the Son of Righteousness had risen
Yes, He had arisen with healing in His hands

The power to heal our sicknesses
The power to heal out diseases
The power to heal our infirmities and disabilities
The power to heal our finances
The power to heal our relationships
The power to heal us from the inside to the out

The power to heal our wounds
The power to heal our hurts
The power to heal our troubles
The power to heal our minds
The power to heal our circumstances

The power to heal our loved ones
The power to heal our families
The power to heal our churches
The power to heal our governments and leadership
The power to heal our countries

Jesus Christ the King of Kings
The Lord of Lords
The Very God of Very Gods
Has arisen with healing in His wings!

 

He has Risen! Jesus is Alive!!!

“In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men
said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead?
He is not here; he has risen!…”
Luke 24: 5 & 6 (NIV)

IS IT WORTH IT?

Does The End Justify the Means?

Some say the end justifies the means! Does it? Does the end really justify the means?

To the person who lies, cheats, pushes, punches, pretends, defrauds, pulls down, kicks and destroys others in order to get to the “top” and says it doesn’t matter, that the only thing that matters is getting to the top. I’d say that’s Incredulous! I’d say you’re highly deluded, in fact you’re imagining things.

How Long Can It Last?

It is said that many days (possibly chances) are given to the thief, but one fine day the owner is going to claim everything back! Believe me deceit will never last for ever.
Ask the English DJ, television presenter, media personality and charity fundraiser who died in October 2011. He truly thought he had gotten away with ‘it’, his dual lifestyle and happily went to the grave with the prefix ‘Sir’ before his name. Alas even in death his antics caught up with him, he was stripped to the bones and not just physically. Exposed as a child abuser people fled from the name faster than lightning, his gravestone eulogy was pulled down and his family bowed their heads, the glory had turned to gloom.

And this week there’s another bloke on the block, he was invincible, or so he thought, he rode high and wide and achieved fame and fortune and all the ecteras at least for a while.  Another “catch me if you can” and the powers that be did just that. Some may say that he’s coming out of the ‘closet’ of his own free will, no such luck darling. It’s a calculated attempt at damage control.

We All Need Some Form of Restraint

Maybe I should take that back, afterall I have my own skeletons, yea they may not look so deformed but that might just be because I lacked opportunity. Put in the same circumstances who knows what any one of us would do.

God’s Word Translation of Jeremiah 17 verse 9 says: “The human mind is the most deceitful of all things. It is incurable. No one can understand how deceitful it is.”

The truth is that as mere mortals we inherently lack control and restraint. If there is no-one there to stop us we will do whatever, whenever, however, to whoever and woe betide you if you cross our paths. If we could do it then we would. On many occasions people have been asked “why did you do that? Why did you treat Tom, Dick, Harry or even Susan so badly?” The simple answer is often “because I could!” (Although sometimes it’s implied and not actually spoken).

It is because of our brazenness that society has rules and regulations, laws that must be obeyed.

A Magnificent Standard

If we truly want to stand out in society and be a cut above the rest that will stand the test of time then we need to hold ourselves to even higher values than society demands. Average won’t do the trick, and if we cut corners to get accolades, the truth will eventually find us out and being in the information age that we are I’ll put my money on the truth exposing us sooner than later, I very much doubt we’ll be able to take our secrets to the grave 🙂

One higher standard to which we can hold ourselves is the ‘Book of the Law’, as Joshua tells us in the eighth verse of the first chapter of his book:

“This book of the law shall not depart from your mouth, but you shall meditate
on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do according to all that is
written in it; for then you will make your way prosperous, and then you will
have success.” (NASB)

Not just success, but ‘good’ success can be obtained by following God’s Word to the letter, taking it and applying it literally. There are so many controls and massively great pieces of advice in the Word that even if we miss our way momentarily we will soon be drawn back to ‘the way’ if we keep reading the Word.

You want to stand before kings and not mean men the secret is in the Word
You want to be top of your game the secret is in the Word
Maybe wealth is what you’re looking for, the secret is in the Word, ask Solomon
Maybe you’re an IT geek and you’re thinking next generation software, the answer you’ll be pleased to know is in the Word.
For wisdom above that of your teachers, turn to the Word!

Please don’t be fooled into thinking the Word has passed its ‘sell-by-date’, it doesn’t have a sell-by-date. The Father God is the most current being you’ll ever come across, so current he knows for sure, as in definitely, what will happen in the year 3000 that is if there is going to be a year 3000.
Imagine, 2000 years ago He told us about tagging human beings, He told us about ‘big brother’ and how the state will start ‘watching you’. Only He didn’t call it tagging so people didn’t take Him seriously.
Now in 2013 we are on the verge of tagging human beings and people are taking it in their stride. A quick question what percentage of your money do you spend in cash? What about on the Internet can you spend cash there? And pray tell me what percentage of people with secure access to the Internet have not shopped there? To shop on the Internet you need a card (credit/debit whatever) and very soon that card with all your personal information will be embedded on your person, please take my word for it.

That higher calling we desire can be found explicitly in the Word of God may we embrace it with two hands!

Please drop me a line on what you think…there’s no stopping us in 2013, we shall achieve and we shall do it right…catch ya later LolaA.