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On the precipice of a New Year you’re probably considering a number of resolutions. But I put it to you that none would be as crucial as deciding that no circumstance, no inhibition and no person shall take charge of your 2017, save for you. I say this not necessarily as an advocate of stubborn independence, the kind of which does not accept advice or direction when it needs it. Neither do I speak of a self-centered individuality, the kin of which is selfishness. No, I speak of taking responsibility, of not delegating your 2017 to anything other than your own resolve of what it is going to be. This is not the year to be tossed to and fro by every wind of he said, she said. Neither is it the year to subscribe blindly to the conclusions of others who are regardless of their proximity to you, facing a unique set of demons with uniquely brewed anointing oil. A number of illustrations to highlight the merits of such a hands on approach. 1! A cool night in December, the stars litte...

It was a terrible, terrible day. I mean, what Amri did to those 12 people is unforgiveable, not to mention Trumps gonna make a lot of nervous nuclear trigger fingers even more uneasy with all his macho talk, but this, this was the worst! First of all, Herods men went around committing infant genocide by killing male babies like Christmas chickens. Then the Innkeeper had the nerve to tell me-the goose about to lay the golden egg, that there is no room for us (notice he didn’t say there’s no room, he said there is no room” for us”, as in lower class, poor people, you know the same way you get to a really nice club, but then the bouncers look you from head to toe and say VIP is full? Yeah, like that. Not that I’ve ever been to a club anyway, that’s from another century.) Mary. Mary, Mary, Mary! You’re gonna bear a son, and he is going to grow up to do all this wonderful things, but nobody ever told me that it was going to suck this much. And suck isn't  a word I expected would be ...

She’s so popular now, Warner Brothers just green lit a spinoff that might incorporate the Birds of Prey storyline. And why not? Harley Quinn is a very relatable character, everyone knows how it feels to break bad, to become the very demon you sought to exorcise. Becoming a believer, becoming a Christian places you in the position to become the most unsettling of paradoxes-for the people that are most likely to be vicious wolves, are those for whom sainthood has been purchased, or in this instance, sheep clothing. Harley Quinn was a psychiatrist hired to diagnose and maybe cure the Joker, but she became so allured by him, because psycho is just too infectious. Likewise we, the believers, are placed smack dab in the middle of a dark world, told to be in it and not of it. But sometimes, we become so enamored by what we were asked to overcome. Even in the Old Testament God warned the Israelites not to venture into a nation because its people still lived and He feared that they would ...

There was a time you wanted to die. You may not know it, you may be over it now, but I assure you, without a doubt that there was a time when somewhere deep in your psyche, you wanted to climb up to the roof of a burning building, drink some cyanide, inject yourself with aids, put a bullet in your temple, and jump down to a certain, gruesome death. Don’t believe me? Just watch. Romans 6 talks about how the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life. It reveals to us that eternal life is a gift (as in a present, not strived for, not earned, not acquired, but gifted), whilst death is something we actively sought after as workers of sin. Let me put it this way, when we were yet sinners, we worked in a company which paid in a bullet to the head. Our flesh signed the contract, our flesh knew what it was doing, but  somewhere at the back of our mind we knew that this thing, one day, would kill us. Only a very few people get to ever realize it before it’s too la...

No, it's not MMM, this will be our entrée to discussing that though.  When I'm not brooding about my many duties as an executive in fellowship, or trading penny's for the thoughts of some dear friend (often female, because they understand the deeper things of life), when I'm not doing any of the above, I'm doing something geeky, like listening to a Jane Austen audiobook, catching up religiously on The Walking Dead or watching a Ted Talk video. The latter was the case when I happened upon a good looking black man. He started off his presentation saying such narcissistic things as "you're the CEO of your life", “you're the only one you need to make happy”, and basically you just need to do you. It was all sounding quite worldly and I was already tuning off when he disclosed that he had gone from zero to millionaire in three years. Now that caught my attention, why not, it was plausible, and verified by the very fact that he was on Ted. I guess ...

Other than the fact that we share a name in common, there are many reasons why I love Batman. His is the only comic book lore that remains consistently true to itself. Even if you've read only three batman comic books in your life, several things become readily apparent. He is a tortured hero whose self-sacrifice springs from great loss. He is anchored by the moral code of never killing his antagonists, he believes in justice, and most of all, he perpetuates himself as a myth, as more than a man in a bat costume, but something otherworldly, that cannot be killed. So what in the world does this have to do with God? A lot, in fact I don't think anything exists that is not inclusive in the narrative of God. In Genesis 1 the bible reveals that " God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: He made the stars also. " As you must know, scripture openeth scripture, and a great deal of weight must be given to word...

Daddy issues are like secrets, everybody’s got them, and almost no one likes to talk about them. They arise out of a lapse, perversion, or total non-existence of a relationship between a father and his offspring. You’ve heard it said that a loose girl who dates or marries a sugar daddy (old, pot-bellied aristocrat) is merely venting her latent daddy issues. And that a boy or a man who is constantly seeking the love and approval of his peers is due to the insufficiency of the same from his dad.  Psychologically speaking, this is all true, spiritually speaking, you haven’t even scratched the surface yet. But before we get all deep and serious, let’s look at a brief history of Dads shall we? Dads arose out of a need for balance. The woman progenitor nurtured, salved her offspring in a safe, comforting place called home. The male progenitor however, accoutered the offspring, provided him with the tools to survive out there in the wild. The offspring ran to the mother for warmt...