D Soup Kitchen

Let me level with you here. Problems are like housewives, they’re always home when you get there, serenading you with what if this and what if that. You can’t get rid of them because you know, it’s for better or for worse, and all those mistresses may distract you, but your problems never go away, they remain, hounding you. I read recently that you would care more about your toothache than a tsunami killing millions in China. Problems are relative, like the argument that there is no greater sin and no lesser sin, all problems are equal. But how could that possibly be? How could I get upset at the fact that there is no money to butter my bread while some rich man’s son is throwing a tantrum because his maid used mayonnaise instead of peanut butter to make his sandwich? Doesn’t sound fair does it? Well it goes on and on. Killing a Chicken to accessorize your Christmas rice may seem trivial to you but to the vegetarian or animal rights activist is outright cruelty.  There ...

Here I am seated and afraid of my own thoughts, I am running tired. Basically I have been on the same spot for too long and I have no idea what lies next. People say I should take a leap but then I don’t even have strength for the lift, so I am seated, wondering. How much of the uncertainty can I take? How much more can I give? Here I am wondering... Here I am standing, looking over my shoulders and staring at the shadows trying to catch up with me. Oh, I know, I read it when He said, even when I walk through the valley and all around me is the shadow of death that I should fear no evil but see, the thing is, I don’t know how not to fear, so here I am standing, asking you to teach me, Teach me not to be afraid. Here I am bent over, I have tried to be strong for too long but I have come in total surrender. Life has pushed me to my knees and I was told that I fight best on my knees, so I am here asking you to take the wheels and help me face this storm; I touch the sky every ti...

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 ...