SAY YESSS!!!

“I’m not worried about a thing, ‘cos I know who’s in control. There’s no limit to what you can do, you’re almighty and all powerful. When Jesus say yes, nobody can say no!”

 

There are so many amazing songs in the world; songs that make us think, laugh, scream out in passion…

Then again, there are so many atrocities to music that make us want to puke and throw our phones against the wall. Those are for another day.

I listen to so many beautiful songs, watch so many wonderful movies, read so many awesome books and wonder: when did God become an abomination?

Just like swear words, His name is edited out of some DSTV channels; it is almost a crime to even hint at His existence in many schools in America. Many persons have become so anti-God that secularism has itself become a religion.

 

But I heard this song and I fell in love. Not because I imagine that the singers truly believe in what they are singing (Beyonce did look a mite uncomfortable and less energetic than usual and Kelly seemed to be trying to dredge up the faith that she used to have when she was a child in the church choir) but that they cared enough for Michelle to come together to sing a song that in this day is unusual in itself and for each of them (with the possible exception of Michelle).

There are two lessons on true love that I picked from the song:

1.     God should be celebrated on top of our lungs from the highest of mountains to the bottoms of oceans (love your God with all your heart and might); and

 

2.     True friendship stands all tests and triumphs always (love your neighbor as yourself).

 

I will not preach today. But I will quote Albert Camus, “I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out that there isn’t, than live my life as if there isn’t and die to find out that there is.”

Say yes today, to true love!!!

Itchy Fingers...

Fingers speak.

Impossible as it sounds, they do, probably even more than the tongue does. Imagine existing without fingers… that image should speak well enough for itself.

My fingers however, have been silent and dormant for so long, the joints ache to come back to life. They had such big dreams when they were firmer and more agile: how they would produce bestsellers before they moved out of teenage hood, how they would stun the world with the amazing things they could create.

But fingers, like the voice, get lazy and uninspired when they are held silent as precious time passes.

My fingers are not yet back to life. They are itching though, badly enough that I am now making the time out to scratch. They have so much to say, so much to do in so little time. But they will breathe again. And hopefully, just like they always wished to, they will inspire other sleeping fingers to wakefulness, one day at a time.