J.I. Packer ~ in his own words

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uMo14MIOkyQ

Search for happiness ~ Timothy Keller

 This is not a trivial sermon...we are not happy 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XuLlePKzNQA

The hypocrite abdicates his motives to Christ,

and assumes a holy pedestal at Golgotha, 

By his faith in a  “theological pariah” 

He has been set free from sin 

Free from that punitive thing i.e. hell

Like Sarah, mother of Issac,

I am laughing with ungodly hysteria 

Probing the Bible for clarity...

Wanting to know, 

Why God would forgive such a man, 

Who assaulted sad mothers & their babies ...

The man deserves an ongoing nightmare...

He deserves the wrath of spiteful angels who warned us 

To stay on path & avoid silly indecencies, 

I’m shocked that this God 

would release him from theological exile 

& bind him to heaven 

as though he were prophet Elijah ascending... 

I am bothered by this “ irresponsible kindness”... 

Then that glorious revelation,

 that one there by John 21:22

Hit me soberly in the heart...

[...”what is it to you”]

Yea..I hear you...what is it to me ? 

Inspired by 16 days of activism against Gender based violence

Why would God forgive abusive men ?  Is it “irresponsible kindness” 

Econometrics, Advanced Microeconomics & Christian Theology

With God’s grace I will be studying Bcom honors (Economics) at the University of the Witwatersrand next year.

While it goes without saying, I’m excited about this, especially Since  i am a learner at heart and have enjoyed learning stuff all my life... unlike my 1st degree (chemical engineering) where my parents’ & teachers’ (oh! & I had a loving group of high school teachers...Mr Monareng , Mevrou Manthata etc etc!) expectations  where my priority, and letting them down was not an option, My 2nd degree will be God~centric, rather than being driven by fear of failing my parents, this time around I want my studies to be inspired by the infinite possibilities that God has for his children. My love for social outcasts (myself included) will drive & inspire my studies including my choices on which electives & extra courses to take...

 I will share economic think pieces, dissertations, reports and other relavant info on here...I think it’s going to be great...

I believe God is not served my word alone (poetry) but by his people using their (sometimes hidden) abilities & talents to make the world a better place with the core & non-negotiable objective of witnessing for Christ & sharing his love in unlikely & sometimes hostile places.

Let’s move! 

P. 

If we’re being honest, 

the hopelessness here is bearable, 

I ache without losing my bearing, 

The Holy Spirit was kind to 

bring me to sacred realizations, 

of divinity’s plan with the chaos:

That I am loved by God whose 

creeds I’ve always struggled to obey, 

that fresh mercies are given to me 

generously at the place of my poorest indiscretions...

tasting that sweet reason-transcending grace... 

My moral history convicts me to 

spiteful introspections with self 

I am preoccupied with my many many sins 

even at the point of maximum holiness:

where I would have complied with stringent manners,

where I’d speak in tongues like I were 

receiving a second outpouring of Pentecost 

Even there...my sins torment me...

Until I remember that famous Nazarene...

Oh! Until I remember the softness Judah!

My conscience, my motives, my entire person, 

rush for a thorough soaking & washing 

in the blood of the weird King...

(Lol this is that sanctifying grace!)

I feed on that amazing grace, 

Dancing & feasting with angels, 

A sort of church service in the heavenly realms,

Enjoying a beautiful moment with a loving God  

Assuming my place as a passing resident of earth,

My gaze fixed on God’s only begotten Son,

...praying and therefore,

asymptoting to the highest elevation of : 

Hope, faith & love...

(Oh! that chaos-defying grace!)

Waiting for Jesus in bible-inspired busyness, 

Giving to modern Caesars their due, 

 as they lord it over me with insidious intent...

...Daring to witness for Christ

even in hostile spaces such as this...

My stay here on earth 

A heavy burden on the soul,

~ a light momentary affliction...painful affliction..

Its apparent perpetuity...losing its grip over me...

Listen to : https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=fS-RLamCOt0

 Friday night you and your boys went out to eat

Then they hung out, but you came home around three
If six of y'all went out
Then four of you were really cheap
'Cause only two of you had dinner
I found your credit card receipt

It's not right but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags up and leave
And don't you dare come running back to me

It's not right but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Close the door behind you leave your key
I'd rather be alone than unhappy

I pack your bags so you can leave town for a week (yes I am)
The phone rings and then you look at me (Why'd you turn and look at me)
You said it was one of your friends, down on 54th Street (boy)
So why did 213 show up on your caller ID

I've been through all this before
So how could you think
That I would stand around and take some more
Things are gonna change
'Cause I won't be your fool anymore
That's why you have to leave
So don't turn around to see my face
There's no more tears left here for you to see

Was it really worth you going out like that
See I'm moving on and I refuse to turn back
See all of this time I thought I had somebody down for Whitney
It turns out, you were making a fool of me

It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags up and leave
And don't you dare come running back to me

It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Close the door behind you leave your key
I'd rather be alone than unhappy

It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags up and leave
And don't you dare come running back to me

It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Close the door behind you leave your key
I'd rather be alone than unhappy

It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags up and leave
And don't you dare come running back to me

It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Close the door behind you leave your key
I'd rather be alone than unhappy

It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags up and leave
And don't you dare come running back to me

It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Close the door behind you leave your key
I'd rather be alone than unhappy

It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags up and leave

Take me to my Nineveh

 

The heart is tired, the body too.

…Spirit has been thoroughly decimated

All of me is finished, tired & dead

Let me listen with bated attention,

To the wilful nonsense of the saints,

Open will you,

Divinely so,

my unwilling ears,

 to hear against the tide of my emotions,

the power, glory, & the sermons of the saints…

 

I am a bystander,

 wishing to ascend with the lightest yoke on my back,

Yours is an easy one to carry,

Lift my head

You glorious on from Nazareth…

 

The vision ahead is a murky one,

And I was told your presence is a faint one

I dare seek it anyway

 

Take me to my Nineveh