Father Abraham has many sons
Many sons has Father Abraham
I am one of them, and so are you
So let us praise the Lord!
Left hand, right hand, left leg, right leg!
(Repeat as many times as possible)
Do not worry about the last line of the song. Forget about the fact that that line neither has any scriptural backup nor logical correlation with the previous four. See it as a simple children rhyme that was composed to teach little kids about Abraham. And that song was my first introduction to the great patriarch Abraham – along with a few other songs that I learnt in Sunday School many years ago.
Pain is bad. It’s a universal truth. Everyone knows that. Hence, nobody wants pain. I usually make a very simple but powerful (at least, I believe it to be) analogy about sin and pleasure. Sin is often pleasurable, and that’s why it’s easy to fall into it. Sin is often found on the path of least resistance – just give in and let go. I am yet to find a man or a woman who struggles so hard to sin. Sin is not painful. If it were, everyone would stop sinning. There would be no need for an enabling grace to make men stop sinning because even the ungodly would have no reason to want to sin. That’s how much man detests pain and loves pleasure.
I developed a love for TED talks during my first year in school. I was fond of taking out time to watch TED talks on the laptops of my friends. One particular talk that I’ll never forget listening to is The Danger of a Single Story by popular Nigerian (permit to add, Igbo) author and story teller, Chimamanda Adichie.
TED talks, by their very nature, aren’t very long talks. And in 18 minutes, Miss Adichie took her listeners through certain short but nonetheless powerful stories that had been built through out her entire life. Her message was simple: single stories are bad. Not only are single stories bad, but they also steal a certain form of dignity from the people being represented in them.
Depending on whatever part of the world that you are in right now, you may be in 2018 or just about to hop into 2018. And one thing is common with this season. It’s so common that it can even be considered a tradition. New year resolutions! Cuts across several religious worldviews and ethnic groups. Almost everyone makes new year resolutions, and almost everyone fails at them. What if I presented an alternative to the tradition? What if such resolutions were actually bound to fail, even before we stepped into the new year?
I’m not as consistent a writer as I’d love to be. The frequency of my blog posts can be high at one moment and then, almost as though I was injected with some sort of drug, become so low that it seems as though I stopped blogging altogether. The reasons for these short (and sometimes, long) hiatus are often not the same. Now, I don’t stop writing altogether. I journal, take notes from the books that I read and from the classes that I attend, sermons that I listen to, and write my random thoughts on my notepad app almost everyday.
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In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration when Quirinius was governor of Syria. And all went to be registered, each to his own town. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the town of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child. (Luke 2:1-5)
Have you ever thought what an amazing thing it is that God ordained beforehand that the Messiah be born in Bethlehem (as the prophecy in Micah 5 shows); and that he so ordained things that when the time came, the Messiah’s mother and legal father were living in Nazareth; and that in order to fulfill his word and bring two little people to Bethlehem that first Christmas, God put it in the heart of Caesar Augustus that all the Roman world should be enrolled each in his own town?