The word of GOD is rich and is to be studied at all times by everyone who professes to be believer and a follower of christ. You are never too holy, too warfared or too busy to study the word. If you think you are!, Well! confess and ask GOD to stir in you a deep hunger for his word. If you are not hungry you cannot be filled. Simple! And you can’t only be hungry on Sunday during a 30 minute church worship session. You need to be hungry for GOD 24/7 and 365. If you can’t declare a fast on your own( not the ones instructed by someone else), be very worried. The devil has danced on your hunger and desire to experience intimacy with GOD.
Proverbs 19vs 21 says “The fear of the Lord leads to life, and he who has it will abide in satisfaction, He will not be visited by evil.” Glory!
My post above says it all.
Its been 8 months into my peace corps experience in neighbouring Malawi, I am almost fluent in the local language chewa. This Is great because I dint even expect this to happen. I’ve picked on the sounds that make up the countries official local language. By the way Malawians take the language a tad bit too serious. ( more on that another day)
But other than that my journey to French fluency must probably continue when I return to the ZED (Zambia my country ). I have over the years ticked off a good number of things off the bucket list of life on earth, but somehow the passion for this just keeps growing “grand et grand”
All in all being Christian brings the best part in this
, I count it great joy to worship GOD In several languages. It’s like heaven can receive my praises in multiple lingua. That I can worship God in bemba, tumbuka, Swahili, Yoruba, lingala and shona just drives me insanely happy.
My favorite song right now is an old lingala ( one of the widest spoken languages in Congo DR) sang song I found on you tube. It’s on repeat like I dont know what. It’s called alleluia amen by Gael music. Yohhhh.i cant seem to be getting enough. Inbetween work and sleep am sorted.
till next time
About 6 beautiful years ago I was searching for the perfect career. I knew I wanted one the dealt with people in the most direct way possible. I wasn’t driven by how much I would make, but by how much impact my work would have on another human. So well eventually, I settled for social work. Guesswhat?; Been at it for some months now and am still& thinking!results!impact!change!sustainability!;et cetera. Not to overplay my righteous card but money still isn’t winning.
By and large,I feel social workers, particularly those practicing in Africa fight one multifaceted demon called poverty. it offsprings often tend to be corruption, disease, illiteracy among others.
Let me dwell a little more on this poverty in this post. It is understood as the lack of access to basic needs such as food, water, education, healthcare to mention but a few. But over time and with deep reflection I am starting to see that poverty; has matured into a mindset.The mindset that those who have must strive to amass more than enough for themselves even if it is at the expense of those without . That rather than aiming to have, the have nots must criticize those who have for simply having. Driven by greed and jealousy people play vulnerable in order for them to keep begging and unfortunately or fortunately they keep receiving and dependency is perpetuated further.
They believe more in asking and receivingrather than workinghad to create something of their own. Rather than to take radical steps to challenge and change the status quo, they would much rather leave it as it is as fearing they may lose some of the benefits it comes with.
This dear reader, is a thinking of poeple who have let poverty move out of the POCKET and into the MIND.It saddens me even as I write. That many people have embraced poverty and see it as a state worth maintaining in order to get by.
Poverty must leave the mind and return to the pocket if it is to ever be addressed effectively.
For as long as poverty remains in the mind, development workers need to step aside and give way to more aid workers who bring relief food and the much sort after donations.
Just a few thoughts from the mind of a social worker