Paul the Apostle was arguably the most learned among the Apostles. He had thorough knowledge of the Law and the prophets, being a Pharisee, and having grown in the lineage of Pharisees and religion piety Philipians 3:5. At a very tender age, Paul was put under the tutelage of Gamaliel Acts 23:6, one of the most renowned Jewish scholars of his time, a Pharisee and head of the Great Sanhedrin (Jewish council of elders) in Jerusalem. The Hillel school was noted for giving their students a balanced education, and likely giving Paul broad exposure to classical literature, philosophy, and ethics. Koine Greek was his first language, then Hebrew, and had great knowledge of stoic philosophy. Continue reading
If I were an old man, I’d be termed as old-fashioned. A man who’s time is over. A guy of the ending generation. My words would be trashed in some quarters and the ‘young’ would make merry in letting me know that the new cohort does things differently. That in the new era it is the gospel ‘industry’ that thrives. And that we should let anyone thrive in doing whatever they please. As long as they insert the name Jesus in whatever composition they make, then it qualifies to be a gospel song. Try and read this to the very end. Continue reading
A while ago when I was learning programming with PHP, I came across a section that really intrigued me. This is where your code tests for a certain condition, if the condition is true, performs a certain task if not true, performs another. You can set your code for example to check the time of day and return an appropriate greeting. One of the ways of doing this is using an if/else statement. If the time is 0800-1159, return “have a good morning”, if it is 1200-1800, return “have a good afternoon”, else return “have a great evening” (and if you plan on learning programming, apart from the syntax, the code does read the way the sentence reads).
I said this was intriguing and the reason is because I had come across this thought process elsewhere. I was lucky to have grown in my first job to a level where I participated deeply in budgeting. Continue reading
I have a father who never ever fails me. He is always a phone call away. He toils so hard I can never even dream of ever having half the zeal he has to dig up acres of land and cater for an entire extended family. My father is so lovable, his students never forget him. I know that even from Twitter. I mention him and I will often find an old boy who will speak fondly of him. My father is that guy who lives to make us laugh. He will get mad sometimes which is normal. He gave us some good beating when we were young. He had a special cane for those sessions. I can count the occasions on one hand though.
My father drove us to school, my brother and I, when he could. In a rackety old KUL 509, he would ferry us to school. Continue reading
This is for the girls who love the Lord, but at times let the world get into their minds.
I grew up ugly. I had the worst acne for close to 15 years. I never thought any boy would look at me twice, and I was right. However, I was talented, and I loved the Lord. Singing to Him was my passion and I did it excellently, because it was I believe what He wants. I am afraid of the Lord. I believe that you cannot mess with Him, if you do, you will regret it. Somehow, I managed to have the most intense four-year experience without even realizing how far I had fallen.
My first day of university was full of promises to myself. I would make it work somehow and live a quiet, fulfilled life. It started out that way, but not for long. I was introduced to wine in 2010, and it was forbidden fruit I loved to taste. It made me sharper, I could recite formulae that I couldn’t have had I been sober. I was the kind of girl who dressed in t-shirts and jeans, and when I say t-shirts, I mean the round-neck long ones, not the girly things that are so common now. My life was fine then. I would attend class faithfully during the week. I would avoid large crowds of people, men, because I knew I was ugly. And in the weekend, I would drink myself to a shut-down and wait for Monday.
In my second semester, I met a third year student in the most random of situations in school. Then he began to pursue me. I did my research on him. My sources said he was a good guy and I let myself fall into the fantasy. He cooked for me, went on night walks with me, massaged my feet on weekends and his kisses were amazing. He was tall and strong and when he kissed me, he would lift me (yes, like those scenes in movies). I remember changing my dressing instantly during that time. I wanted to impress him and it worked. When he said he wanted to sleep with me, I told him I was a virgin. We were under our usual tree and it was the first time I said aloud that I didn’t intend to wait for marriage, but I was still scared. I regret that day. Let me cut the story short, I didn’t sleep with him, and our relationship fell apart.
During the holidays, I reconnected with an old friend. He is deathly handsome and I thought he would never look at me twice, but he did. I remember someone mocking me that he was too handsome for me, and since that day, it stuck in my mind subconsciously. I fell hopelessly in love and my life revolved around him. After a year, I gave in and slept with him, and never looked back. He still stayed with me for another one, until things began to crumble. And here is my reason why:
A woman who feels ugly can never feel beautiful. A woman who sees herself as ugly can never accept in her heart that an incredibly handsome guy, or any other guy for that matter, wants her because of her beauty. And a woman needs to feel beautiful, it is one of those things that can only come from within. No amount of make up or trendy clothes will make the feeling of ugliness go away. His beautiful female friends will always haunt you at the back of your mind. When normal arguments come up, you will always feel like he is going to leave you. You will always feel like he can do way better, and because of these feelings you will overcompensate. You will go out of your way to make him happy, you will compromise on your values, and bend over backwards (or forward) to meet his every need.
This is how far I have fallen. I like drinking myself to a shut-down when things get thick, but only matters relationship. Alcohol makes things seem easier; I am not advocating for its consumption, in fact it’s a habit I am in the process of shedding, but the ease of situations is only temporary. When you awaken, you will have a terrible hangover, and things will be just as bad.
This is how far I have fallen, being unable to sing for the Lord in an actual altar, though I know that the Lord’s mercy is beyond human comprehension. Deep in my heart, I love Him, yet I still sin at times, but again, this is a work in progress.
This is how far I have fallen. It is indelibly etched in my mind that I am ugly, and I deserve no man. 20% of my brain and 100% of my heart knows this is not true, and again it’s a work in progress.
One day, I will walk around confidently and look at people in the eye. One day, I will have a man, who makes me feel beautiful and special. He shall love the Lord as much as I do and I will never blame myself for mistakes I have not made. One day, I will sit my daughter down and give her the story of how far I fell one time. One day, I shall know what it means to be beautiful, and I shall teach her and instill it deep in her mind. That even if she will have the terrible fate I have and not look at her face in the mirror for 15 years without shedding a tear or wanting to punch the mirror, that it is alright. One day it will all end, and everything will be alright.
This is the story of someone really close to a friend of mine. She wrote it to her and wanted her to spread it to other women, so that they may know what some of us go through, and to reassure those with similar stories that they are not alone. My friend thought that I would want to post it here because she could relate to it in such a realistic way. Writer will remain anonymous.