Never worthy... Always blessed

Just thought I would zoom you guys into my life by giving you a excerpt from an email I sent a friend of mine a couple of minutes ago.

So this other day when I was cleaning the cottage I listened to a preach by Sibs on a series called RED were they take the words said by Jesus (sometimes highlighted in Red in what are called red letter bibles.. like mine... :o)..... ) So anyway he gives reasons to why Jesus offended lots of people one of them was because He was ordinary even today. He said the interesting thing about Christian salvation is that unlike all other types of salvation from other religions and beliefs is the simple fact that we contribute nothing to it other than our sin, so the rich guy in Sandton can contribute nothing more than the poor farmer in Umtata. The most moral person and the least moral are the same once they are saved by Christ. In essence  in a world where power, wealth and morality get you far, Christ’s salvation makes us all equal and we are offended when the Jesus says the bastard from down the road who has been saved on his deathbed is no different from you who has been a devout Christian for all your life. So amazing thing happens, I think there is nothing I have ever done or can ever do to earn God’s favour and love. I am simply not worthy and slowly today my prayer changed from deal making with God to Dad can I have good results because you are good and I’m not. I felt liberated that even if I had been a saint in 2010 I would not have been entitled to God’s favour lest He wanted to give it to me. I was at His mercy I have always been.

So was shaking as I opened that email and got my results and all I had asked for I got. He gave it to me despite my doubt and fear, and all I could do was gape on my bottom bunk with my brother snoring and skipped to my parents bedroom woke them up and showed them. Mom beamed and Dad lifted his hand for a high five(while his head was in his pillow cause he was sleeping) And instead of sending me off they prayed thanking God for my progress and asking for more wisdom and focus for me in the coming year. Come to think about it I think it’s the prayer of my parent’s that gets me through a lot. So ya thats the bizarre happy ending to my totally irritable day.

For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God,  not a result of works, so that no one may boast. 

 The verse above is Ephesians 2:8-9 hope you will all remember it when either you've done so much good and you think God owes you or you've messed up so much you think He doesn't love you no more.

love, peace and happiness

Tau

Here's to Old Skool

One of the joys and frustrations of being at home is not having electricity. This load shedding business about four to six hours a day has hampered my ability to blog as often as I like. I start on a specific thought pattern and just like that power is out, so after six hours my blog is no longer in my head anymore. Coupled with the fact that me and my brother share only one wireless broadband adaptor. So excuse me if I've been silent for the past month or so. However today I just thought let me go old skool, so ruffled through the book shelves in the house and was able to pull out an old counter book whose pages have lost colour with time. So during these times of tranquil, silence and no electricity I will write

Back to the idea of old skool, I was thinking how disenchanted I've become with the numerous ways of chatting with friends online. Be it googletalk, facebook chat, mxit, skype the list goes on and on. Chatting, quick communication and all have for me removed the excitement of receiving something from a loved one. I remember back in 2004 when cellphones were not that big in Zimbabwe, was something your parents had and your older brother in university. I had a crush on a girl I had met over the school holidays, so before holidays were out we exchanged postal addresses. Then I had something to look forward to every two weeks, a packed letter full of all her exploits since she received my last letter. Funny but can equate what has happened in my walk with God , and that with lots of people I have talked to. We expect the fast and easy response with God, Him to just give us the quick and easy answers when we ask. When he doesn't act like our own personal service we act as if we've been disconnected from the service. Little do we know He's been taking us through a season since the last one we've been in. Taking stock and waiting to one day give us the jam packed letter of where we've come from. Think of Joseph who is the best example I have of God waiting to bring out the big letter at the end.

He was given a vision and a promise which only came to fruition years after he saw it. Can imagine sometimes during that journey He felt like he needed instant answers, he helps the cup bearer who repays him by forgetting him in prison for 3years. Isn't that how we feel sometimes, like we've been forgotten. I guess sometimes we need to go through that for God to see how deep our cisterns are and if we're really drawing our affirmation from the right place. Reminds me of the verse Jeremiah 2:13 "for my people have committed two evils: they have forsaken me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed out cisterns for themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water."


Need some silence to see were our cisterns lie.


love, peace and happiness


Tau