You know what shook me when I was Muslim?
The story of Hosea. God tells a prophet to marry a woman He knows will betray him.
She does. She runs to other men. She ends up enslaved, sold, used up, worthless to the world.
And God tells Hosea to go BUY HER BACK.
To pay money for his own wife who cheated on him, and love her again. Hosea 3.
I thought it was the most humiliating command in the Bible. Why would any man do that?
Then I realized I was the wife.
I gave my heart to everything but God. I chased other masters. I sold myself cheap. I made myself worthless.
And God looked at me, the betrayer, and didn’t say “you’re not worth it.”
He said, “Name the price. I’m buying her back.”
That’s the Gospel. God doesn’t wait for the unfaithful to come crawling back clean.
He pays to redeem them while they’re still dirty.
Islam told me to make myself worthy of God.
Hosea showed me a God who pays to redeem the unworthy.
The cross was Him naming the price.
Praise the Lord.
The most manipulative but effective thing I’ve ever done in my life was when I read an article about how children moderate their behavior to protect their self-identity, so if a child believes he’s smart, for example, he’ll intentionally study and try to do well to protect his image of himself.
Anyway, I would pull kids aside with behavioral issues at church and tell them, “David (obviously fake name), you’re such a kind person and such a good listener. I can see that in you. Thank you for always listening.” “Little Annie, thank you for taking such good care of the babies around you. You’re going to be such a good big sister. Can you be in charge of watching Sally?”
They would ALWAYS behave afterward. ALWAYS. Worked like a charm. Morally questionable because it wasn’t initially true, but I kind of willed it into existence. Tbf, I did think that they had that in them or I wouldn’t have tried.
Will publish longitudinal results of this method once my kid is old enough to report back.
I’m in love with this sentence:
“The degree to which a person can grow is directly proportional to the amount of truth he can accept about himself without running away.”
“I cook for my husband”= You’re a slave
“We split the bills”= Your husband is useless
“I spoil my wife”= You’re a simp
“I dress modestly”= You’re in an abusive marriage
“My wife and I make decisions together”= You’re not a real man
“I can’t do random nights out because I’m married” = You’re husband/wife is controlling
“My wife earns more than me”= You’re a useless leech
“My husband is the breadwinner”= You have no say since you bring nothing to the table
“I don’t need a male/female bestie because I’m married”= Your partner is insecure
This is how some of you see the world 😂
Y’all are far too pathetic and miserable to really understand what goes into making a marriage successful. Happy couples should keep it to themselves because you guys will find a fault in everything they do.
You can acquire any talent or skill you desperately seek through repetition, embarrassment, curiosity, discipline and time.
It’s a rite of passage to go through all, or most.
When Pst Tani was teaching during midweek service, she said something that really stayed with me:
“Marry someone you can tell God, ‘Speak to Your son or daughter’ not someone you’re constantly praying for the salvation of their soul.”
And honestly.. no truer words were spoken.
Rule of thumb: Fix hardware (sleep, exercise, diet) before software (psychology). 95% of my software problems seem to magically get fixed when I take care of my hardware. And the remaining 5% is easier to debug once I've fixed my hardware. Never try anything more complex without first turning the computer off and on.
There was a guy in my fellowship who always looked spiritually strong.
Always smiling.
Always encouraging people.
Always posting scriptures online.
But one night after service, I saw him sitting alone behind the church auditorium.
No phone.
No Bible.
Just silence.
I asked if he was okay.
He laughed softly and said...
“Do you know the hardest thing is pretending to be strong when you’re actually tired of everything?”
That sentence stayed with me.
He later opened up and told me he had been praying for a job for almost three years.
Nothing was working.
His friends had moved ahead, and even some people in church had started treating him differently.
Then he told me something I’ll never forget:
“I realized I was praying for breakthrough, but I stopped talking honestly to God.”
That night, he prayed differently.
“Lord, I’m tired. I don’t understand this season, but I still don’t want to leave You.”
A few weeks later, he got a job opportunity unexpectedly.
Today he always says:
“God can handle honest prayers too.”
Sometimes faith is not pretending you’re okay.
Sometimes it’s staying with God even when life hurts.
An underrated career cheat code: Be easy to work with. Show up early. Don’t wait to be asked. Push information to your boss. Be reliable and consistent. Don’t gossip, whine, or complain.
If you want to stop giving into lust, remove the outputs that are making you lustful.
- TV shows
- pornography
- smutty romance novels
- late night texting
- music that glorifies lust
- Instagram models
Sin's are easier to overcome, when they stop getting fed.
So I watched "The Passion of the Christ" last night. And I am on my back deck tonight thinking.
Think about this.
In the movie, they have beaten him to near death and when they first take him to his cross, Jesus clings to it, and the thief chastised him for embracing his own cross. Mocking him for doing so.
Then Christ gave all he had to carry that cross which weighed as much as him.. They beat him while he did. It came to the point that his physical body couldn't carry it any longer, so a man was ordered to carry it with him. Yet Christ still clung to the cross.
Do you know why?
Because he knew at the other end of that short journey was OUR freedom. Not his.... OURS..... with every single step, with every drop of blood, with every single tear, he knew he was one moment closer to being at the right hand of the Father and his mission complete to free us all.
The man embraced the cross. Begged God to forgive the men nailing him to it. Begged God to forgive those that had beaten him with whips and canes and hammered a crown of thorns on his head.
He embraced it all.... for US......
And now, when times get hard and life gets even slightly uncomfortable, we claim that "God isn't listening and won't take my burden" as if we even know what a real burden is...
How many times would we cling to the proverbial cross for another and suffer as he did to free them from the pain? Would we ever do it at all? Maybe for our own child? Maybe?
As you lay down tonight, pray a prayer of thanks. Not for the normal things. Not tonight. Tonight, pray a special prayer of thanks that he held on to that cross and carried it as far as his mortal body would allow... because that took more dedication than any of us could give for anyone.
By the time you wake up in the morning, he will have risen, 2000 years ago. He will have beat death. 2000 years ago, all the sin you and I will ever commit was paid for because he clung to that cross like it was a lifeline.... not for him... But for you and me.
Buy your children a book every month and have a date to talk about the book and what they’ve read. Talk about the characters like they’re real. Bond over literature. Debate the lessons and decision making. Over food and drinks. Cultivate readers and build their collection
I fell in love with this quote:
"No matter your age, you'll always wish you started younger, but today is the youngest you'll ever be. So start today."