Kung-Fu Praying

Do your thoughts wander in prayer? Please read!

Thinking Out Loud

For four years I was a monk with the Brothers and Sister of Charity AND and Assemblies of God minister. The following is a lesson I learned about prayer during my four monastic years.

Kung Fu Praying

Every Friday evening at the Little Portion, the community gathered in the chapel for a half hour of silent prayer and meditation. At the appointed time, we would enter the candle-lit chapel, find a place to sit, and silently talk with God. Yes, occasionally you would hear the sound of slow, heavy breathing in the chapel (that unmistakable indication that one of the saints is taking a short siesta), but for the most part, everyone was engaged in some type of prayer. It was during these times-when I desired nothing more than to bask in the presence of God and simply be with the One who loved me to death-that unsavory images from…

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Faint not!

We put our hope in the Lord.
 He is our help and our shield.
Psalm 33:20

Those who look to him for help will be radiant with joy;
no shadow of shame will darken their faces.
Psalm 34:5

You will keep in perfect peace
 all who trust in you,
 all whose thoughts are fixed on you!
Isaiah 26:3

“His Kind Of Love” by Group One Crew

There are no words, no phrase I could create
There is no melody that I could make
How do you sing about the love so deep
Without feeling like you missed something
I could try but I could not explain

His kind of love (His kind of love)
Is reckless for us
His kind of love is will never give up
‘Til the whole world knows how far He went to show
His kind of love
His kind of love

His kind of love
His kind of love

Tell me what kind of God would choose to save
The bruised, the broken, the sinners, the runaways
How do you ever try to comprehend this love that knows no limit
I could try but I could not explain

His kind of love (His kind of love)
Is reckless for us
His kind of love is will never give up
‘Til the whole world knows how far He went to show
His kind of love
His kind of love

His kind of love
His kind of love

This is our God
He is strong and His mercy is our song
He won’t stop chasing us
That’s just His kind of love

His kind of love
His kind of love

His kind of love (His kind of love)
Is reckless for us
His kind of love is will never give up
‘Til the whole world knows how far He went to show
His kind of love
His kind of love

His kind of love, His kind of love
His kind of love, His kind of love
This is our God, He is strong and His mercy is our song
His kind of love, His kind of love

…..didi

Giving thanks…

1(A Psalm of praise.) Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands.

2Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing.

3Know ye that the LORD he is God:it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

4Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him,and bless his name.

5For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.

Psalm 100

Friendship: Memoirs -3

Truth quit dancing and gimme my phone before the caller hangs up.
My nephew… He had a way of making my heart twirl with his cute grins…he handed me the phone and scuttled away before I could catch him…the boy could pass as a definition for energy!
“Hi didi”
“Yeah Hello and Good morning. I’m sorry I don’t have this number, Please who am I speaking with?”
“This is Terrence.Remember?”
“Errm not really.Could you help me recall…where did we meet? Any mutual friends? I’m sorry, I hope its not too much to ask?”
“No worries at all.We worked together at the NNPC towers in 2008 during our six months IT. You  were assigned to work with one of the enterprise solution architects but I worked with the Enterprise design and presales team.”
” we gisted a couple of times but I really remember us hanging out once during the deployment of ABU Zaria’s data center, video conferencing and VoIP solution. You assisted with  configuring AfriTek’s VoIP with IVR, GSM gateways and DIDs.”

“Slow down dude…that’s pretty accurate… How come I don’t remember you at all..I’m really sorry. I do recall there were several IT guys in presales but its tough to say which one is you….I’m not really good with names. Errrm any thing else that could jerk my memory?”

“Well, we met during the British Chevening scholarship exams last year and I gave you and a couple of mutual friends a lift after the exams… Turns out it was just Jude that qualified for the scholarship.”

“Yeah Jude… In fact I haven’t spoken to him in quite a while. Whoa, I should remember you but not one picture comes to mind.
Are you in town? We could meet up if its fine with you.”

“Errrm, where do u stay?”

“I’m in Enugu at the moment with my elder brother…just resting a bit and then tidying up things with my GM before I head back to uyo”.

“Wow, that’ll be great then…cos I’m in Enugu too. I passed the EMC Technologies scholarship exams so I’m running the Masters program here”

“congratulations bro. You’re probably one of ’em Jackos”

He laughed so hard…I didn’t see the possibility of a come back…
“Tell that to the birds… We know of your works in Texas A&M…uh huh…The only African and the only lady to bag a distinction in 2010 MSC class… Gold fishes don’t hide Edidiong Bassey!”

“Now, this isn’t fair…how do u know all that..we need to hook up soon so I can get even”

“Yeah we should ASAP. Thanks for your time, it was great catching up with you…feels like 6 months IT was just yesterday.”

” Hahahahahaha yeah right! It was really nice talking with you Terrence. I look forward to meeting with you in person. Thanks for the call.”

“You’re welcome…cheers ma’m”

“Yeah cheers.”
Phew!!!
My ears were warm from almost an hour of close cuddling with my phone… Terrence…Terrence… Terrence…
He probably had some other name cos I didn’t remember any one with such a name… I wasn’t much of an extrovert anyway…. I could count my friends with just one hand…
Well well, show thyself mr Terrence.

Truth!!!
Our homework sessions were really exercise breaks cos half the time was spent chasing him around and trying to get him to sit still and write on the dotted lines.
He grinned and did the eye goggles gesture with his hands…
I couldn’t stop the smile…
Come here you cute little bunch..
It was time to get our homework completed!

Didi…
A man who has friends must himself be friendly,[a] But there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.
Proverbs 18:24

First Things First

Lord it’s my desire that you never stop being my no.1 priority… It’s all without satisfaction without you. Love u dad..muchos muchos… Matthew 6:33

Out Loud

“Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing.”

~ John 15:5 (NLT)

If I were to write a letter to God this week, it would go something like this:

Dear God,

I’m so sorry that I didn’t spend much time with you this week. I really meant to but there were so many distractions, so many things that drew me in and consumed my time.

I can tell that I wasn’t connected to you this week by the lack of “fruit” in my life. I need you and I ask your forgiveness for placing other things ahead of you this week. My e-mail, Facebook, work, shopping, cleaning… I put all of them before you this week and my spirit is aching for the lost time with you.

I…

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Memoirs -2

I twirled the ring about my fourth finger as we talked while waiting for his flight back to Ibadan. It was one of those times when the federal aviation authorities and the airline companies were having a squabble and like the African proverb…The grasses suffered. Flights got cancelled without prior notice and flight times were delayed by hours with the compensation of a snack pack and no apologies at the very best. The airport was littered with people…natives and foreign.. sitting on the floor..sitting on their luggage…leaning against the wall…or just standing. The seats provided at the airport were grossly inadequate. We analyzed that….and the traffic that would’ve been diverted if we had a functional rail system… We touched on the dilapidated roads and bemoaned the insecurity of road travels as the news was often filled with tales of rape incidents, robberies and ghastly accidents.
It was a copious reflection of the rate and intensity of corruption’s bite on our nations health and wealth… Our nations pulse was already weak and we feared it would give up the ghost soon.
It was one of our frequent conversations… How we could give back to our nation…how we could salvage the situation… A resuscitation plan of sorts.
Our feet were already sore from hours of standing…so we took a walk to grab some snacks.
It was getting more unlikely on our third day of wait at the airport….we had talked about so many things….my mom’s rubber business… His mom’s farming and clay roasting business. I never knew there was such a huge market for salted clay roasted in fire ….enough to make it a profitable venture. My mother in law to be was a very industrious woman I had heard… I hoped she wouldn’t deem me dainty and lazy on first sight… Taiwo always made a joke of how tiny and soft my hands were.
His dad was a respected curator at the famous civil war museum in Lagos. He had worked there for a little over 30years… Taiwo’s always lit up when he spoke about his dad’s openness and welcoming nature…and how many tourists had grown to become family friends… No one told the story of the civil war like Taiwo’s dad… I looked forward to staring at his face with glee as he told me the stories.
I had always prayed for a loving father in law…the void created by my father’s passing away five years ago had long been yearning to be filled.
1…2…3..4… The numbers came reeling loudly through the Airport’s P.A system repeatedly… Many passengers stood up and clutched their luggage listening intently when the announcer said…   Sorry testing the microphone..
The airport shook from the thunderous laughter of eager waiting passengers..What a comic relief!
Taiwo said to me “Nigerians are light hearted bunch and easy to please too”..He often spoke about various tribes and the culture of precision and timeliness in service delivery that he observed in Europe and Asia.
I earnestly hoped it would be our reality someday…

Didi…

Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they are of God: because many false prophets are gone out into the world.
1 John 4:1