Saturday, 28 September 2013
The start of something new is often the most daunting and difficult part of the process. Be it a new project, a new relationship, a marriage, a job, school, name it. Those first steps are usually the toughest.
I'm not suggesting for one second that after the initiation period it's all smooth sailing henceforth, and no effort is required to maintain what has been started. It takes a lot of hard work to keep up with any worthwhile undertaking, but I still think there's something peculiar about new beginnings.
Monday, 16 September 2013
Yesterday at church, I was having an innocent discussion with a friend when she unwittingly gave out some crucial information about a certain person whose services we both employ. For reasons of privacy, I shall not be divulging what the information was nor the service they provide.
After many years of not having one, (I left the Anglican Church many years ago), I've just acquired a new hymnbook, and it feels as if I've won the jackpot! The feelings of nostalgia that the hymns evoke are unbelievable. It's not really that I miss the Anglican church services, it's more the memories of my school days when we used to sing hymns from this book every morning at school assembly. A hymn book was among the required list of books on starting school.
Friday, 6 September 2013
This is really shocking! Racism in the church and not only that, from a black pastor to black church members? Hmmm...! There's no excuse whatsoever for this. I'm short of words! Story here.
Mr Aribisala is at his sarcastic best again! This had me in stitches. He lists several ways to get rich quick in Nigeria, but for his third recommendation really did it for me. A sad indictment of the prevalent brand of Christianity in our dear country! See what he says below:
I read the following story and found it worth sharing.
'There was once a man who always said, “this is good” to everything that happened to him. He went with his king on a shooting trip, loaded the guns and the king shot them. He loaded one gun wrong and when it went off it shot the king’s thumb off. Faced with this situation, the friend said as usual, “this is good.” Well, the king got livid and cast his friend in confinement. “No, this is not good.”