Forbidden Door.

In bliss I wander through foyers of grandeur,
Through rooms of opulence and beauty.
Whose beauty, fills me with unspeakable
desire,
a longing that clings,
with familiar nostalgia.

Drawn to you locked in mysteries
forbidden,
I reach for you,
but awaken in perplexity.

Abandoned to wander,
In curious awe I here return time and time
to awaken to this same maze,
dazed with desire,
To comprehend,
Why such inexplicable allure?

Where my heart dares to roam and linger,
And wonder,
Why are you so familiar?
Why do I repeatedly return?
Forbidden door,
what secrets lurk within
the confines of your walls?

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Nature is Beauty.

Nature is Beauty.

You are loved by a God who created
All the beauty that you see…
Across the vast Plains in Texas,
The towering mountains of Kilimanjaro and Everest
And the Rolling Hills of San Pedro, California.

Behold Him;
In the openness of flowers;
blue bells and marigold, heralding us to Spring time.
And in the togetherness of lush, green, grass
carpeting the lawn,
To the freshness of blossoming cascades of creeping vines,
That adorn the picket fence.

Behold our God;
In the expanses of green-blue seas,
that touch an endless stretch of bright, blue sky
Or the moonlit night sky,
with its supporting cast of glowing stars.
In the hues of shades of colors of the human race and
The domain where the Lion is King.

You, behold the God of love,
In the beauty spots of the Leopard,
In the wonder that arranged the black stripes on the Zebra
Or was it the white stripes on the Zebra?
Do you know? Or do you care any which way?

Who gave the cardinal it’s marvelous shades of orange and red?
Behold your God,
my God in the splendor of the beauty that surrounds you!

From,
Notes to Sammy.

America, the Beautiful!

The beauty of America is in its diversity. I believe that’s why she is fondly referred to as “God’s own Country”..  God is the grand author of diversity; The miracle of diversity is displayed in the whole of creation. God’s creation is beautiful and awesome in its uniqueness, such that no two blades of grass are the same, no two of our fingerprints are alike , yet together, the grass carpets the lawn with such lush of glory and beauty, and we marvel at how distinctly our fingerprints with the help of science celebrate our originality.

Any immigration reform that diminishes this reality diminishes the glory bestowed upon this nation by God. A glory that shines through in the ethos of entrepreneurship, hard work, and a dogged determination to create a life better than the one left behind. That dream is the common thread that binds us all together. 
God bless America! Happy 4th of July.

Egypt will be fine…

ImageThe problem with most commentary I have read so far about the ousted government in Egypt is that people expect a fledgling democracy to work the way it does in the United States and other developed nations. We want the same checks that are effective for a well entrenched democracy; we want the same ideologies that define their political structure to work every where else democracy is practiced in the world. The truth is the socio-political, cultural, and religious experiences of nations are never the same. Therefore, democracy in developing nations, especially in Africa, at best still remains an experiment whose outcome is yet to evolve.

The majority of the people of Egypt came out in their millions to protest a government that was clearly taking the nation down a path that would not augur well for its people. The people rightfully refused to be complacent, and decided to take action before it is too late.
Egypt, like every young democracy, will stumble, pick up herself and continue to define her own path to a strong and stable government that will be popular and all-inclusive.

The culture of divisiveness has always been the bane of most developing democracies. In a shameless quest to please those in his circle, Morsi’s government violated the people’s human rights; lost legitimacy; and the outcome is a vote of no confidence in his leadership that was played out in Tahrir Square these past few days.

No one should pretend to completely understand or appreciate all the ramifications or underpinnings of the politics of Egypt better than the Egyptians themselves, so they should be allowed to grope their way through this new experience, and they will hopefully emerge the better for it.

I applauded the stance of the youth of Egypt, who clearly are hungry for democracy, but for one that will present a President who will be for all Egyptians irrespective of their religion, sect, or profession; a leader of all her people. In the words of an Egyptian commentator, the people “spoke louder than thunder”. The military heard them loud and clear!  Morsi is ousted!  Aluta Continua!

Are You Listening?

I’ll attempt to describe how in the course of a five hour ride around town, under temperatures of 102 degrees, God in His loving kindness “deployed” an angel to minister to me.
God speaks, but the pertinent question is: Are you listening?
Yes, I had a few questions on my mind that I desperately desired answers to, sought them fervently in prayer, and God was silent!

I recall coming out of the human resources office, deciding that the job I was offered a few days back was after all, not a match. I also remember Sarah saying to me; “It’s alright if you have to leave; God deployed you to meet me.”

All of a sudden she felt strangely familiar, and in that moment of illumination, I became aware that God had been speaking to me the whole day. Jesus literally took me on a ride in this car and was having a conversation with me through Sarah. All evening long, sitting at my bedside I kept wondering why she felt so familiar? Like I ‘d known her before? Her face floats up before my vision with such ease. I just picture her so clearly. I think I know why.

All day long, for nearly five hours, Sarah and I drove around the Harris County area visiting patients in their homes. I was new to the company, seeing I wasn’t familiar with the area; she had offered the previous day to drive me around in the company’s car which she checked out herself. Just this once she said, to get me started.
Then, somehow down the the road, the conversations about God had started. In my head, I thought funny how my recruiter had told me not to talk about religion at the interview. Who does that at an interview anyway?Or did she mean on the Job? She had also added no discussions about politics. Whatever! I sighed quietly. I have this chutzpah, while engaging in conversations about God, because I’m excited about Him!

Anyway, Sarah talked about her new house, and how a few friends in benevolence, were going to help her out in a move that would otherwise, be exorbitant to execute. Family members from out of town would also come out to shower their love and support. I chose to just listen more, rather than offer any suggestions mostly, trying to get to know my benefactor and simply enjoy the ride and the moment; she didn’t seem to be soliciting any, but did jokingly ask if I wanted to come out and help her move. I told my kind driver that I would love to but for the distance. I meant it. If she lived close to me, I would have gladly done so for the adventure. I felt a keen sense of kindred tie with this woman, didn’t exactly know why, as she continued to share about God’s goodness in her life.

I love testimonies. They keep my faith invigorated and my hope alive.
“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen.” That is the biblical definition of faith. I had recently meditated that scripture. Sarah may not be a preacher, but her testimonies refreshed my mind of how faithful God had been in my own life, His ever present help in numerous times of need, and an all sufficient provider of all that I have ever needed. Each time she testified, my heart warmed up at the unfailing love of God.
God had met her every need, she said. Her home is paid off. She had it rented out due to some changes in her financial situation. That resonated with me. It reminded me of a similar time four years ago, and how God came true for me. Her testimonies reinforced to me that whatever I was going through now, was going to be just fine.
She’s now moving into a new place, a beach house she was blessed with through the generosity of friends. With this arrangement, she’ll only have to pay $300 a month, and take care of just basic bills.

Now, the testimonies snowball into those of others who have come into her circle. She is renting her house to two sisters who have been praying for a place to live. One of the sisters has been paying $30.00 a day for taxi rides to work from where they live presently. In prayer one day, the two sisters had been walking around Sarah’s neighborhood, and “claimed” her house which was advertised for rent. Sarah, also was seeking guidance concerning who to rent to. When Sarah heard their testimony, she understood why an earlier prospect had failed to call her back as she had promised. “How God works,” she said.
One of her renters, will now be living within a five minute walk from her job. Saved from an expensive 30 dollar a day taxi ride to work, the sisters readily paid an up front deposit of $1400 which helped Sarah out of a financial muddle.
As I sat in the car listening to all the testimonies, my faith was bolstered, and flashes of reassuring memories of how living by faith works, warmed my spirit, emboldened me to stay in prayer and believe God for a turn around in my own trials.
God does indeed speak! And how I needed to hear those stories of faith to help mine increase, so I can stand and believe God to meet me at the point of my own needs.
Thank you Sarah. Yes, God deployed me to meet you! Your light shone so bright, and those words of testimony…salt angel! I hope in some way, He used me to to touch too! Stay in faith as I will!

P.s
For some reason, I felt like I was supposed to pay for your lunch when we went out to eat. I also recall another testimony you shared of how you needed two hundred dollars, and a lady had come back to tell you God laid it in her heart to repay you two hundred dollars from a previous transaction. That was an exact amount you needed to meet some need.
This adds another dimension to this story. It isn’t so much, whether you are listening. An equally important question is; How are you listening? Are you listening for answers to your needs alone, to bolster your faith alone, or to be driven to obedience to meet someone else’s need, to lift another up who is down? What does God need you to do?
On the road to Damascus, Jesus met with Paul and he was given the ministry of reconciliation of the Jews and the Gentiles. While on the road doing and being, listen up.