Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve and exactly five days after Christmas. I have to type as fast as I can because I am not so confident in our power supply. It comes and goes at will. You can liken it to the wind which blows where it pleases. I’ve heard of countries where power cuts are unheard of except if a storm intervenes. How I long for this to be true in my country.
Gone are the days when people in Zim would celebrate this well commemorated day. Before I left for Zambia, the “Christmas Spirit” was dead nationwide. With virtually nothing in the shops to buy, tie that with cash shortages, empty gas stations and long winding queues. That has become the order of the day in my beloved country. The norm would be to see people shopping around for their family, relatives and friends. The streets would be filled with people with smiley faces exchanging greetings as they passed each other along the pavements. That has been all reduced to a dream nowadays. What happened to the 50% discount on clothing and food stuffs? Which way did the wind blow the much needed cash? It certainly didn’t blow my direction.
Just yesterday when I was in town “hunting” for a loaf of bread, I saw a crowd of people who from a distance seemed to be throwing a tantrum at someone. My first guess was the shopkeeper who was refusing to open up shop citing stock shortage. When I got there, my jaws dropped as I saw the ATM being fork lifted. Is it another bank closing and packing up because of the cash shortage??My question still stands to this day.
And the angry crowd…… Who should they express their anger to? Will shouting change anything?
Anger is a short madness. The less we do when we are angry the better for everybody. Do nothing when you are out of temper, and then you will have the less to undo. He who cannot curb his temper carries gunpowder in his bosom. Anger does a man more hurt than that which made him angry. It opens his mouth, shuts his eyes, and fires his heart, and drowns his sense, and makes his wisdom folly.
We have more blessings than we can count even now. If masters happen to be close-fisted then God is open handed, and if the outward food is scant, then the bread of heaven is plentiful. There is a city where “the very streets are paved with gold exceeding clear and fine.” This should make us feel like singing all the time.
True companionship is life’s sweetest realities. A companion is one who is closer than a friend or an associate. At its root the word companion implies the sharing of one’s bread with another; thus signifying the unselfish, unreserved sharing of life and livelihood, each for the welfare of the other.
Gone are the days when people in Zim would celebrate this well commemorated day. Before I left for Zambia, the “Christmas Spirit” was dead nationwide. With virtually nothing in the shops to buy, tie that with cash shortages, empty gas stations and long winding queues. That has become the order of the day in my beloved country. The norm would be to see people shopping around for their family, relatives and friends. The streets would be filled with people with smiley faces exchanging greetings as they passed each other along the pavements. That has been all reduced to a dream nowadays. What happened to the 50% discount on clothing and food stuffs? Which way did the wind blow the much needed cash? It certainly didn’t blow my direction.
Just yesterday when I was in town “hunting” for a loaf of bread, I saw a crowd of people who from a distance seemed to be throwing a tantrum at someone. My first guess was the shopkeeper who was refusing to open up shop citing stock shortage. When I got there, my jaws dropped as I saw the ATM being fork lifted. Is it another bank closing and packing up because of the cash shortage??My question still stands to this day.
And the angry crowd…… Who should they express their anger to? Will shouting change anything?
Anger is a short madness. The less we do when we are angry the better for everybody. Do nothing when you are out of temper, and then you will have the less to undo. He who cannot curb his temper carries gunpowder in his bosom. Anger does a man more hurt than that which made him angry. It opens his mouth, shuts his eyes, and fires his heart, and drowns his sense, and makes his wisdom folly.
We have more blessings than we can count even now. If masters happen to be close-fisted then God is open handed, and if the outward food is scant, then the bread of heaven is plentiful. There is a city where “the very streets are paved with gold exceeding clear and fine.” This should make us feel like singing all the time.
True companionship is life’s sweetest realities. A companion is one who is closer than a friend or an associate. At its root the word companion implies the sharing of one’s bread with another; thus signifying the unselfish, unreserved sharing of life and livelihood, each for the welfare of the other.
Said the Lord Jesus, “Lo, I am with you all days, even unto the end of the age” To realize His presence with us on life’s pathway, to know that He shares our joys and our sorrows, and to be confident that He is able to supply all our needs, creates a quietness and confidence of spirit that is indispensable.
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