My 21-Gun Salute

In life you come across and rub shoulders with different kinds of people.
Some of the people that you meet along the “highway” of life leave dents in your life.
Now these dents can be either good or bad depending on how you define good and bad.
I’m referring to the good dents.

In essence I’m talking about people who leave such a positive impact in your life.
They help you discover who you are….
They direct and lead you to The Source of Life…..
They speak prophecies upon your life…..
They are there to pick you up when you slip……

Good friends best sums up what I’m writing about.

I have had the privledge of meeting such people. Most if not all of them have greatly influenced my life.
I cannot pass through life and not take a moment and thank them for what they have done to and for me.

Below are names of people who I salute in humility….
The names are not in any particular order but I’m just going to write as the names flow out of me.

Corky Sherpard – for helping me take my first steps of faith and equipping me into becoming a better leader. The time that you invested in teaching me the Word and Kingdom Principles will forever make a difference in me. “You can only do what you can do…..and keep it simple.”

Traver Mudzonga – dude you are just too much. You are truly a friend indeed. Thank you for being there for me in times of storms and triumphs.

Francis – From you are learnt that I don’t really need to be speaking all the time. Sometimes I just need to hush my mouth and listen. Dude I “persecuted” you enough times during the C.Y.C era, don’t hold that against me bra. I admire how much you let the Word speak for itself in matters of life.

Simon Smith – you accepted me just as I was. Your teachings in worship encouraged me into growing in my own worship time.

Derek & Aurell – Moms and Pops, you rock my world. Thank you for everything that you have done for me.

Craig & Teresa – We are all part of the household of Faith despite our cultural and geographical differences. You have provided a platform for me to spread my wings.

Mark Begarly – you showed this beggar where “to get bread”.

Felix – brother you challenge me in many ways and make me want to learn more about Our Father.

Timon – hey son, you know we cool aight. Keep it real

Jamie – you became like me to guide and teach me into a much fuller knowledge of Christ.

A big shout out goes to all my American brothers and sisters. I salute you all and pray that we will dine and fellowship together once again.

There are many other folks that I didn’t mention, that don’t mean that we not cool or anything, I salute you all.

May you continue in the Faith and raise the Banner up high.

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Catching Wind in Nets

So the presidential elections have been set for a re-run. How nice…
The delayed announcement of the results has caused confusion and “evil” speculation all over the country.

You know how some people get windmills in their heads, and talk of all silly things….
There I was in a bus on my way to Banket. Behind my seat was a smartly dressed gentleman and he was talking to the conductor. At first I paid no attention to their conversation till they started talking about the economic situation of the country.
I bet that I wasn’t the only one listening to their gibberish.
These two men were talking of ruling the nation as if men were to be driven like sheep, and they prated of reforms and systems as if they could cut out the world in brown paper.
They have great heads but with very little in them.

When they talk, one would think that these are the people who could pay off the National debt, and yet in their “shops”, they sell two apples in three days.
They reminded me of the blind man on a blind horse who rode out in the middle of a dark night, and the more he tried to keep out of the ditches the more he fell in them.

Did you hear the one about the so “learned man” who boiled his watch and stood looking at the egg?
I think I speak ( write ) on behalf of the majority who were in the bus that day when I say that these guys do nothing but have wonderful plans of doing everything in a jiffy.

Fine schemes come to nothing; it is hard work that does it, whether in the world or the church….

Be a doer, there is more to words than just saying them.

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Pressed On Every-Side...

Living in Zimbabwe, you have to put up with long queques, fuel blues, shortages of cash and food stuffs, insane prices e.t.c
Add to that list brutality by the law enforcement agents and you have the slightest idea of the “world” that I am living in at the moment.
The question that’s always whirling up in my mind is; What should my attitude be in the midst of all these anomalies.

I think my response to all the evils is splendidly illustrated by the oyster, into whose shell one day there comes a tiny grain of sand.
By some strange circumstance, this tiny quartz has entered into the shell of the oyster and there like an alien thing…..an intruder….a cruel, unfeeling catastrophe imposes pain and distress and presents a very real problem.

What shall the oyster do?

Well, there are several courses open.
The oyster could, as so many men and women have done in times of adversity and trouble, openly rebel against God.

The oyster, metaphorically speaking, could shake a fist in God’s face and complain bitterly:
“Why should this have to happen to me?”
“Why should I suffer so?”
“What have I done to deserve this?”

“With all the billions of oyster shells up and down the shore, why in the name of higher mathematics did this grain of sand have to come into my shell?”

The oyster could conclude;
“There is no justice. All this talk of a God is not true.
Now since this calamity has overtaken me, I’ll throw away all the faith I ever had. It doesn’t do any good”

Yes, the oyster could say that.
So many men and women in Zimbabwe have done so in times of trouble.
But the oyster doesn’t !!!!!!!!

It recognizes the presence of the grim intruder, and right away begins to do something.
Slowly and patiently, with infinite care, the oyster builds upon the grain of sand –layer upon layer of a plastic, milky substance that covers each sharp corner and coats every cutting edge.
Gradually…..slowly…..by and by a pearl is made…..a thing of wondrous beauty wrapped upon trouble.

The oyster has learned –by the Will of God- to turn grains of sand into pearls
Cruel misfortunes into blessings
Pain and distress into beauty.

There goes the answer to my attitude.
The grace of God, which is sufficient, will enable us to make our troubles the pearls they can become.
It is no mere figure of speech.
It is something more than a simile to say that one enters Heaven through Pearly gates.

“Endure hardship like a soldier”
Act like a believer
Live like a Christian so that you can die like a Christian….
With songs and rejoicing.
That’s the true Christian attitude.

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Less is More....

I need not to be rich to be generous, nor have all wisdom to be understanding…

My influence may not be great, but it can be good….

My speech may not be eloquent, but it can be truthful and sincere…

We cannot all have good looks, but we can have good conscience, and having that, we shall have peace of mind….

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Where Is The Love....

I am ashamed that money and position speak to us more loudly than does the simple compassion of the human heart.
May it be to the glory of everyone that not only the strong are heard, but also the weak; not only the powerful, but the helpless; not only those with influence, but also those who have nothing but a case and an appeal…..

May we put our hearts into our work, that our work may get into our hearts.

We give because the sound of crying disturbs us, and we want to be free to look after the things that concern ourselves.

We want peace without pain and security without sacrifice.

We resort again and again to methods that produce only more bitter tears that only add misery and subtract nothing from problems.

What is love?
How should it act?
How can it change me?
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Evil in the Mirror

Father,
make me bold enough to confront the face of evil and of wrong, even when it bears my own image…..

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On The Move

Having resided in the small town of Chinhoyi for a number of years,

A time has come for our family to pack our belongings and relocate.

The city of Gweru is patiently waiting for our arrival.

Renowned for its freezing winters, it awaits for us to harbor in and

Give us its chilly welcome.

We are moving out,
We are going,
We are relocating to a much more sophisticated lifestyle.

Goodbye Chinhoyi
Farewell to friends and frenemies.

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