ANGELS WITHOUT WINGS

Angels without wings;
Who are they, when do they appear?
And who sends them when we need them most???

Angels without wings;
As unexpected friends and even strangers,
Appearing at the times of our greatest needs,
 With the answers to our quests, to our unspoken yearnings.
 Not solicited, but most appreciated,
Giving freely of themselves, small favours,
But to us, the most miraculous of deeds..

Angels without wings;
One of the Creators ways of prompting,
When He reminds us of His boundless love.
These angels come totally unbidden,
 but all the same most welcome,
When God lets us know,
That He cares for us, ALWAYS, ALWAYS...

Angels without wings;
The friend who lends a listening ear unbidden,
Even when our needs were so hidden.
The gent who pointed out the way,
 When we got lost amidst the fray.
The passer by who answered our cry for help,
 with not a thought of what it might cost.

Angels without wings:
The lady who drove an unconscious accident victim to hospital,
 Contacted the victims family and friends by phone,
But left no name.
The boy who knocked on a strangers door,
Offering a smile, a leaflet of hope,
That stopped them taking that last fatal step to suicide...
The gent who went out of his way to return my rather expensive phone last night,
When there was nothing stopping him from keeping it for himself.

Angels without wings;
 I know I have met one or two in my life,
 I may have even been one sometime, perhaps.
They happen upon us not because we're deserving,
Not even because we are believing.
 But because God loves us so dearly,
 And as He holds our lives in His hands,
 He knows when we are most in need,
And sends us those kind and wonderful helping hands.

Angels without wings:
So let's listen to those promptings in our souls,
That urge us to reach out to friends, relatives and even strangers,
 Cos we never know when we too might become,
 Angels without wings...

My little Angel has lost one it's wings...

Everyday a star is born...

This poem was inspired by a song with the same name by the artistes ~S.O.E

 

Everyday a STAR is born....

Everyday a destiny is fulfilled.

All stars in the Creators eyes,

All of us are truly "stars in His eyes".

We twinkle with His grace,

We twinkle with the gifts and talents He has endowed us with.

Each of us endowed with something really special,

Each of us so UNIQUE and wonderful in our own way....

No two were ever created the same,

Not brothers, nor identical twins, not even them!!!

We may be alike but NEVER the same,

Similar but certainly not a copy.

Like father, like son, the world says;

but the word is "like", not "same".

And that's the beautiful paradox,

That no two stars are ever the same in the night sky...

They all twinkle, they all give light, but no two are the same.

Ask any astronomer if you don't believe me!!!

Of all the millions,
Perhaps even billions of stars in the firmament,

no two are ever the same.

So it is, and so it has ALWAYS been.

And so we are in the Creators eyes,

In the visions He has for our lives.

We were created uniquely and individually,
so beautifully too....

But in trying to CONFORM to the worlds ideals,

Our twinkle becomes enshrouded by the mist,

Then we truly loose ourselves...

Then our light no longer shines,

And we woefully tend towards the darkness.

That's when if we are lucky,

We start to seek and hopefully find our Creator...

 That's when we return to our maker,

For the CORRECT operating instructions.

And when we apply them in our lives,

Wow, the result is an outstanding light!!!

We begin to glow gently, then as we warm up,

Getting comfortable with our instructions,

The flicker of light turns into a thousand light beams,

And we then become bright and shiny STARS...

Twinkling all night long, lighting the way for other travellers,

As they too seek and find their way...

We become the stars that were ordained to from the beginning,

We were ALWAYS stars to Him, always stars to our dear Creator.

But now the whole world clearly sees the star quality,

The whole world now looks on in awe and wonder,

At that bright, shiny, twinkling star,

Wondering where it had been all the while,

Not knowing, not realising that the star was there the whole time,

They just didn't, just couldn't recognise STAR quality.

But the Father always did,

The Creator KNEW His wonderful creations all the time,

We were always beautiful twinkly stars in His eyes,

He was just watching and waiting for us to emerge.

So the next time you watch "stars in their eyes" on the TV,

Take a good look around, all around you are stars in the "waiting".

And all it will take for their stars to start twinkling,

Is the discovery of God and self!!!

And since there are several billion people on earth,

With quite a few more being born everyday,

Certainly a star "IS" born every day,

SEVERAL stars are certainly born each and every day,

You are one of them, and so am I too.

And for that I will forever praise the Lord, Amen...
Hallelujah

By Christie Nonye Akumabor 28/03/10 




We are all truly stars in His eyes

We can do whatever He says we can





TIME IN THE CAVE.....

Hi folks, I was prompted to write this after reading an article about King David's time in his cave. It's the place we all need to go sometime when troubles pile up in our lives, when all our earthly supports have been taken away. When it seems we are all alone and there is no end in sight to the troubles which overwhelm us. I could fully empathise with David's feelings of despair and hopelessness, when he was being hounded by King Saul's soldiers, his mentor the prophet Samuel had died and his friend Jonathan could do nothing to help him......

My trials and troubles have been different as I'm sure have those of everyone else... The death of a loved one; the break down of a marriage; an unrelenting illness in ones child; the loss of a job and as such ones income and economic security; a debilitating illness in ourselves; persecution for ones faith, race, political beliefs or ideology are all major life events that can threaten our happiness, mental well-being, health or emotional stability. And woe betide us if a number of these events all happen at the same time, as they have done on several occasions on my life I must admit!!! That's when we retreat, collapse, and hide away in our caves till we regain our strength.

That's often when we learn the most important things about ourselves. It's when we discover or rediscover I should say our hidden strengths. It's when we discover God and realise He has ALWAYS been there with and for us, we were just too wrapped up in the cares of this world to recognise and appreciate his presence!!! It's where we come face to face with our human frailties, failings and inadequacies, where we can finally admit we are out of our depth and need help [like crazy]... It's where God now fills us with his power that strengthen us in our weakness, [if we would only let Him]. It's where we come to realise that we never had any control over our lives in the 1st place, even when things were seemingly going smoothly.

It's where I have come to depend and rely on God to lead and direct my paths; to trust in him for all things and at all times. I am sure there are a few wonderful select people who don't need to go through the cave experience to learn how to trust God or rely on his strength. But I would hazard a guess that most of us are like King David and even my humble self, who only come to the true knowledge of God and self, by the trials that mould and shape us, as we enter into our caves for a season of growing, strengthening and renewing.

So next time when troubles come knocking on our doors, before we get into a panic and start running around like headless chickens, as I'm often wont to do, ha ha ha. Let's all take a step back and say "hey world, hold on a minute there whilst I go into my cave to seek and consult with my God. Then and only then will I answer you."

Lets look at our times in the "cave" as periods of refreshing, as a kind of necessary spiritual retreat... And lets pray that as we mature and are strengthened by his grace, we will need to retreat into our caves less often and for increasingly shorter periods of time, shalom...

Feeling refreshed after my time out in the cave...

 

Lord, I'm not Job!!!!

Lord I'm not Job. This has sometimes been my heartfelt cry to the Lord at times of trials. At other times I utter it in jest. It really has become a standing joke between God and I when I gently remind Him and myself that "porsin body no be firewood." That I'm only human and can get tired and weary [as if He didn't know already].

Why the analogy to "Job", you may well ask. Well we all know the story of  Job from the Bible and for those who don't or have forgotten; Job was a "righteous man", who lived in times long gone. He was successful, hardworking, prosperous and blessed with a large family too! He served his God faithfully even offering up sacrifices regularly to atone for any sins that "may" have been commited inadvertently by his children. Such was his righteousness, his right-standing with God that he was noted for it, which is where I first beg to differ [I know I am not righteous at all...!].

He lost his family, health, wealth and all his possesions in a series of events that he had no control over whatsoever, all within a short space of time,but still remained faithful to his God. He did not know at the time, that this was only a season of trials, of testings permitted by God at the devils instigation to show his faithfulness and patience. May heaven not remember me like that, or should they???] And Job was faithful and steadfast throughout all his losses and trials despite the urgings of his wife who told him to "curse God and die". He didn't but admonished her not to talk like a fool, saying "if we accept blessings from God we must also accept trouble as well" [Job 2:10].

So in current-day Christian teachings Job has come to signify, patience and steadfastness in the face of [sometimes undeserved] dreadful trials and personal suffering.... "The patience of Job", is now a well-known saying even in the wider non-Christian society. So when I remind God I'm not Job, it's my way of saying "I'm tired God, I know I'm not righteous, I've reached the end of "my" patience, of "my" ability to cope with whatever!!! Please God go and find another one of your more worthy children to submit to the "test", cos me, I WILLINGLY CONCEDE DEFEAT, I WHOLE HEARTEDLY SURRENDER, kindly call off your agents because me sef I don tire!!!

Whether He hears me or not is another matter! Though I feel He does cos I know God has a "wicked" sense of humour, [am I allowed to say that?] and after I've vented, often I feel loads better. Then I hear a "still small voice" reminding me that my own "petty" trials however big they may appear, can in no way compare to Job's or some other peoples. Then I'm encouraged... Then I smile and say again "Lord I'm not Job" but this time with good humour, as a standing joke between the good Lord and myself.

I hope this will encourage any of you who are going through difficult seasons and periods in your life. The bad times will eventually come to an end, we may have learnt some great lessons along the way. We will be stronger by the end of them, and hopefully like Job we'll remain faithful to the God who has blessed us in times of plenty too. And we'd have gained a new and better understanding of our God who only desires good for His children even though we are not always conversant with the ways He brings them about....

GOD'S AMAZING GRACE IN MY LIFE.....

Daily I marvel at God's amazing grace in my life. January 24th 2008, I visited my sister in Farnborough and during our chats, voiced my concerns about a cousin who was expecting a baby, and was almost two weeks past her due date. As a doctor and paediatrician, the implications of a post-date pregnancy are significant to me and I wondered whether her doctors were not considering intervening. Within the next hour I got a text from my brother in Nigeria, with the news that she had just given birth safely to a healthy baby girl, hence quelling all my anxieties.

We chatted further about stuff; friends, family, children and faith. She gave me some God-inspired insights into issues I was dealing with and I hope I did the same for her. I got home and after stuffing my face as I'm wont to do, lay in bed trying to sleep and listening to my favourite CD [or at least flavour of the month CD]. Then the words of a particular track spoke to my heart, "Seasons" by Lara George, as if confirming the dreams and desires God had planted there. No need for deep soul-searching [I do that constantly], thronging through scriptures to find a word or verse that would speak to me. No fasting [sometimes neccessary], praying or asking other christian friends to say a "prayer of agreement" with me.

As I lay in the twilight zone between sleep and wakefulness doing mundane things like listening to music, God used a song writer from Nigeria to speak to me, How awesome.....! No doubt those same words will speak to someone else, somewhere else, about something else, some other time. Who could arrange that, except our  God.... Lest I forget, He had just rescheduled a church meeting for me so I could attend another event; a global prayer session that was being held at the Westminster Chapel the following evening. The two meetings had initially coincided, and I'd pondered which to attend. I had finally decided on the church meeting, to which I owed my first committment. As I checked my emails that evening, lo and behold, the church meeting had been postponed for two hours, thus allowing me to attend the other meeting too, awesome or what???

On a more mundane level, as I'd arrived back at Waterloo Station from Farnborough, I was drawn to the "Sale" sign outside T. M  Lewin's. I went in, and browsed. Something caught my eye, an interesting shirt in pink, green and white stripes. I asked the sales assistant if they did it in a size 18 [I'm a well-rounded lady afterall]. She confirmed they did, and I remember thinking, just before I trifled through the selection, that if God wamted me to buy "that" shirt, they would have it in my size. They did have it, but I also found another lovely shirt in leaf-green , also in a size"18". What was I to do? No way was I going to buy two unbudgeted-for shirts, so I asked a sales assistant his opinion and guess which one he picked? Of course the 1st shirt; which was God's choice for me in the first place....

It may seem trivial to you, but for me, it just goes further to confirm what is becoming clearer daily. If we "let" Him, God will direct "all" our choices, imagine that....! Not only can we not go wrong, we will only have God's choices for us.....! What can top that? What a wonderous way to live?? As I've said, it's God's Amazing Grace, because I know I don't deserve any of this, but I accept it gratefully and praise God joyously all the time, Halleluiah.....!

FATHERS & FATHERHOOD...

This article was inspired by a much loved song by Luther Vandross; "Dance With My Father".

Fathers; we love, respect and cherish them. They sometimes confound and exasperate us, but we wouldn't ever be without them, at least I sure wouldn't be without mine.

The English Dictionary defines a father as; 'A male parent of a human being or animal'. I prefer the 2nd definition along; 'A man who brings up and looks after a child as if he were its male parent'. Further definitions include 'Ancestor -founder of a family', 'Founder -a man who establishes, founds, or originates'. There are several more definitions, but for the purposes of this article, I'll stick with the 2nd definition.

Fatherhood; bringing up and looking after a child, a rather onerous task, MAJOR, MAJOR RESPONSIBILITY, but when done well, ah the rewards it brings...! In todays changing world, where the traditional gender roles are in flux, the vital role of "Father", has sometimes gotten lost, downgraded [to donor of sperm], or left, like unclaimed baggage at the lost-property office. This is such a shame, I should know, cos I had and still have a fantastic relationship with my father. As an innocent trusting child growing up, as a young lady finding her place in the world, and now as a mature adult, discussing lifes issues and meanderings with him.

Guys, if you didn't know it already, you are the first hero your children, particularly your daughters will ever have...! You are the first provider, protector, teacher, knight in shining armour, your children will ever know. And you will remain so in their eyes, if the relationship is maintained and nurturted as the good Lord intended. Yes, they will come to know that you can't solve all lifes problems, that you are human and thus fallible. But they should also know that you'll always be there as a listening ear, to offer words of wisdom and support when ever the need may arise. Your principles and beliefs will form the basis on which they will build their own lives. Do you think you have laid a good enough foundation? If you have, I salute you, if you feel you have fallen slightly short, its never ever too late to improve [something we should all take note of].

I state these unchanging truths, because in todays ever so "changing" world, "the baby often gets thrown out with the bath water". Fathers roles are often disdained and overlooked, when sadly some marraiges inevitably break down. With women commanding ever more economic power [and I'm not suggesting we should return to the dark days of womens complete economic dependence], there is often the feeling that men are dispensable in the childrens lives . True, "men" may be dispensable, BUT FATHERS ARE NOT...! A man who is a "parent" has a defined role to play, and should be given every oppurtunity to live up to the task. If he fails, thats his own look out... And he will live to reap the rewards, as he has sown.

So guys, dudes, fathers, we do love, appreciate, honour, celebrate and need you, even if the world increasingly seems to suggest otherwise. And ladies, if you've got a good guy out there, a good father to your kids, do tell him so. Prompt him to pass on some of what he has learned over the years, to younger less experienced dads, as they too struggle to find and define their roles as "good" fathers. Lets not wait only until fathers day, to tell them we love and cherish them. Like us they sometimes have the need to be affirmed, in this increasingly difficult and complex world.

So to all the great fathers I know out there, and to my own father in particular, I say a big thank you, and dad I love you loads...

On my graduation day with my Dad and sister.

On holiday in my hometown with dad, during the Christmas of '93

Dad with his princesses on his 70th birthday.

The way I feel right now...

The way I feel right now, I would kick God if I came across him.

I would kick Him really, really, really hard,

On the shin bones, where it would hurt the most, or so I would hope...!

In fact since God is Spirit as we are made to believe.

I would wish that just for a moment he could become human so my kick would really have effect.

And I don't mean he becomes Jesus Christ again,

Who has already paid for our sins by his pain and suffering on earth.

I would want to inflict just a little "PAIN" on the Creator of this whole sorry mess,

as the world is today...

As you can imagine I'm rather angry with God right now,

In fact I am pissed off and seriously peeved.

I wish I could give Him a piece of my mind right now,

Which is what I'm actually doing by writing this article.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll feel better after I've vented,

Maybe by letting God know how vexed I am with him it may soothe the deep sorrow in my heart.

Because Lord [and you should know it already since you are omniscient]

You know I am SAD! SAD!! SAD!!! SAD!!!! SAD!!!!!

In fact so sad I contemplated taking my own life last night.

I just didn't have the tools or the energy to do it...

I don't even want to die [because that entails going on to another existence, heaven or hell]

I just want not to EXIST any longer, not even as a spirit entity!!!

I don't even want to go to heaven, cos I'm still so sad and angry.

And they say there is no anger in heaven, so that just won't do.

Some of you "holier-than-thou-art" types will want to castigate me for voicing my feelings,

Go ahead, I really don't give two f**** cos God knows how I feel, whether I voice it or not.

Or do you all want me to add lying to myself to the already dreadful way I feel?

I don't think so!!!

So kindly leave me and my God to sort out matters between ourselves.

Ehen God, back to you as I've said before.

I didn't ask to be created, you decided that all on your own,

Even though you were creating me to a life of pain and anguish,

A lot of it not of my own making..

That is why I will KICK you really hard if I ever get the chance.

You created the world and EVERYTHING in it, abi???

Which means you created the devil and all the EVIL, SICKNESS, ANGUISH AND HOPELESSNESS IN THE WORLD TOO!!!

I won't ask why you did, only you know your reasons,

Which is beyond any kinda reasonable comprehension to me at the moment.

But I will ask why you created ME.

I have the right to do so, or don't I???

I am just soooooo sick and tired of all this pain and anguish.

So please just let me be, just let me cease to exist, you owe me that if nothing else!!!

Otherwise just please appear before me in person and let me KICK YOU so it really hurts,

Just so you perhaps feel a little bit of how I'm hurting right now.

Otherwise you'll be a very WICKED and UNJUST creator,

Which is exactly how I'm beginning to feel at the moment...

By Christie Nonye Akumabor 05/05/10