We all knew that a day like this would come. Christians all across the nation must accept what the law of the land has become. Before the stones fly, I don’t mean accept anything that the bible calls sin as right but accept in that we understand what has been passed and not fret, because at the end of the day, “we know in whom we have believed.”

We must continue to respect people and love them, but above all else, we must love God above all else. That is our call. That might become harder now but like the first Christians, we are not victims but victors, with a God who promises to be with us in the Lion’s den and in the furnace.

Be still and know that He is God.

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Self harm


today a briefly watched a show where I heard a psychologist talk about self harm as a way of getting attention. That’s interesting because a lot of the time people who harm themselves,  in whatever way possible, usually do so in hiding. I guess maybe she meant that it can be a component of some people’s self harm. She talked about behaviours like drug abuse as forms of self-harm. Got me thinking … do I possibly create drama or self sabotage for sympathy? I guess there’s scales to our habits … and most people who know me will run to the no answer if I asked them this question, but really, it got me thinking and the answer is yes … to an extent … yes, yes, I am probably using a magnifying glass on my life, but it’s true. This for me feels like a dangerous thing, that if unchecked, could grow into something that could,  potentially, destroy the good I’ve been blessed with. After all, “a little leaven …”  

the truth is, on this journey with Christ, until I die, there will never be a time when I can safely say “I have arrived.” There’s always something that we can grow in. I honestly don’t know when it started, but yes, there is a part of me that seeks sympathy … there’s this internal fight, like in all things, the good and the bad, waring inside me. The Spirit and the flesh … 

Zambians as victims


The day before I left Zambia this year, I had the honour of talking to my grandfather, who has a briliant mind. I was talking about how things were so unfair for Zambians and the usual “investors don’t pay tax.” Blah blah blah … This is what he told me. Every Zambian has access to the same investment portfolios as foreigners through the Zambia Development Agency. He also told me that  Zambians, if they have a good investment plan, have access to loans through the Citizen’s Empowerment Commission. Sadly some people accessed the CEC, taken money and misused it. They have not achieved what they said they would, due to lack of discipline. Those unpaid loans are stolen money from public funds. I found out there’s even loans available in the agricultural sector if you want to upgrade irrigation, again, only available to Zambians. He also told me that while there was no transparency in how much foreign investors gave in royalties they did.

I was of the view that investors all got 5 year tax exemptions. I found out that day that the tax exemption is only applicable if you import equipment for use in the “investment” and Zambians too had access to those  exemptions.

I remember, a few years back, my father told me about a farming project started by government to empower people of  a certain area (won’t say where).The people the government was meant to empower were meant to put money back into the farm so that when government stopped funding it, they would still be able to run it. The farm started making money, and government funded the project for longer than the terms had stated. 

The people involved apparently started living luxurious lives and some even started having affairs instead of growing the farm. Unfortunately, When government pulled funding as was meant to be the case, the project failed and people were up in arms. The project didn’t  fail because of government but because we as a people, generally lack self discipline. 

Why am I putting it all out there? Because we as a people have too many misconceptions about what we have and what government is and isn’t doing. We talk about colonial powers and how they bought our mines but we neglect to mention the part where we mismanaged the mines to a point that they needed selling. We are more responsible for our plight than we would like to admit, but it’s easier to deflect than look at where we fail. 

Am I saying government has nothing to answer for? No! Am I saying that accessing the services I talked about is easy? No! I don’t know if it is, but how many of us have actually tried? My point is, question everything you hear and don’t be so quick to jump on the “victim” bandwagon. What are we doing as a nation? If whenever you have money, what you spend it on are sex/drinks/food/expensive clothes/expensive cars, what will change when you have these investments we cry foul over? 

I hope that somehow this makes us all look inwardly and hope that we are able to ask for the wisdom to get ourselves out of ths rut we are in.

Shama


A little background: I was on YouTube wanting to play a playlist I made before my wedding. It mostly contained songs I wanted at the wedding, that didn’t end up playing (that’s a story for another day). I accidentally clicked on an old playlist and started driving, which meant I couldn’t listen to anything else and wasn’t prepared to stop … 😊One of the songs that played is a song called “Shama,” by Mr. Fortune. The term can be translated “cursed…” uku shama is the quality of being cursed(the irony in that statement). Mr Fortune talks about how we can experience God’s blessing and then the minute things  go amiss,  we forget that and immediately lament how cursed or unlucky we are; of course  his song is a lot more poetic than that. He further prays that God would change his ungrateful heart, uyu umutima uushi tasha (this heart that doesn’t or never says thank you.)

I don’t know,  but lately the theme running through my life is a need for  greater awareness of my blessings and this reminder to remember that God is who He says He is and promises so much. He has seen me through so much and anxiety and worry only rob me of the joy in Him. We need to remember the gravity of what He has won for us and not treat “shama” like a close relative we call upon when things are tough. To listen to the song here’s a YouTube link. https://youtu.be/ua9TKVjZvEo

The cards we’ve been dealt …


I recently found myself getting anxious … Really anxious to the point that I couldn’t function effectively. About 2 and a half years back, I injured my shoulder at work and for a while, it seemed to get worse and worse and I thought it wouldn’t get better. I decided I would apply to go back to uni because if my shoulder didn’t heal, I had limited options. Then I got engaged and rather than defer my uni plans, took on uni and wedding planning on top of the responsibility of parenting and work. Not only is wedding planning stressful, but for me it also brought back a lot that I needed to work through from my past and placing so much pressure on myself to do it all in a year plus a few things going so pear-shaped last year left me just unable to function effectively. I was worrying about things I had no control over … the wedding was sorted, I finish uni this year, and the shoulder did heal.

Recently, I heard a preacher talk about working with the cards that you have been dealt and it got me thinking. So many times, we look at our lives and focus on things we can’t change. You can’t change your family, or your past. Most times, you can’t pick your boss, and sometimes, you find yourself forced to be where you don’t want to be. Things inevitably will go wrong; you win some, you lose some. We all have battles to fight, be it disease, or wars or just facing an unfair world. Instead of stressing, worrying about what’s out of our control, it’s important to remember to play the cards we’ve been dealt.

Everyone has their own set of cards, and I realised that wondering what our lives would have been like, doesn’t help us. Even without the bullies, the unfair boss, the horrible parents, or the lovely parents who died too early, there are no guarantees our lives wouldn’t be as messy as they are now. Everyone has mess to clean, stories to tell and battles to fight, be it at someone else’s hand or our own making. Sometimes we want people to sympathise and find an easier route for us, but life is hard, at different times, for all of us and we must each play the cards we’ve been dealt. I have only one guarantee … God! and that’s all I need. Do I get stressed still, yes! Today I caught myself worrying about not having a placement for prac and how this would eat into my planning time, but again, was reminded that I can work with this, it’s not the end of the world and God has me covered.

So before you start crying over what was or could have been, make a life out of whatever your circumstance is and find ways to get to where you want to be.

Love


Love sits on a throne. He reigns with patience and kindness, and sweeps over the earth like a flood. Love takes us captive, whilst freeing us and renewing all we’ve lost. Love is a wave that covers us over, drowns us and saffocates us … yes, love is death, everyday, every time, when people throw insults at us, Love saffocates us, and gives life to mercy and tolerance. It requires a lot of sacrifice. Love allows us to fail, to fall, to make mistakes, because Love always stays, always catches us and always corrects.

Having too many people on your guestlist is a good thing


Today I had a realisation … having guestlist problems isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It just means that there are so many people out there who you would love to have celebrate with you. Yes, some may not understand why you would leave them out, but budget constraints sometimes mean that you have no choice but to cut names off.

Most people want to come because they care; because you share a relationship they treasure. Even those we don’t know are usually there to support someone close to you. Those that are there to hate, well, if God is going to set a table for you before your enemies, you need enemies.

What would be sad, is not having anyone to invite; to be alone; with no support and no one to walk you through the wedding jitters, and no one to celebrate with.

Our list is over 500 names strong, and yes, it has been cut and will be cut further, but these people have all played important roles in our lives at different points.

So if you, like me have too many people on your wedding guest list, thank God, because others have no one.

 

Sometimes sin …


Sometimes sin and discover that there is no substitute for the surpassing joy and peace that Christ gives

Sometimes sin, when melancholy hits, promises so so much, until it draws us further into the depths of anxious turmoil … depression

Sometimes sings; our drugs of choice, our weaknesses, promise to drag us to hell; but if only Christ would save us, we would be free

Sometimes sin? We all do, but in Christ freedom is possible …our brokenness sometimes sings our strength in Him

Sometimes sin, if only to break your pride so you can depend on Him to kill sin

There are no sometimes sins. they all break me and enslave me … if only Christ would set me free … I would be free indeed