Many a time life has pushed us to the limits, to
the point of questioning the existence of god. During such grim periods, we
tend to ask, why me? We search every corner of our hearts and mind to see the
wrong we’ve done but see none. We feel like we are in a void and no one can
reach out to us and even tell us a word that would bring us comfort. We feel so
angry that we decide we have had enough of God and can’t pray to him anymore. As
human beings, we suffer from selective amnesia. In such situations, we forget
all the good we have ever had and focus on the little negativity. Yes, you don’t
have shoes, but did you know that there is someone somewhere with no feet? You can’t
afford a huge turkey for Thanksgiving, did you know that someone somewhere hasn’t
had anything to eat for three days? My word today isn’t of condemnation though.
It is of encouragement. Sometimes when things get too cloudy and you can’t see beyond
your nose, know that you are not alone in your predicament. When you can’t see
any help coming your way, don’t stress out or even start blaming others. Don’t curl
in a corner and cry yourself to sleep. When the night is too thick and your
heart is filled with fear, all you have to do is reach out. Wonders lie where
we least expect. Jesus Christ is that magical light that switches on when all
others go off. Jesus Christ is the biggest comfort when our hearts sorrow. He is
the hand that reaches out, pick us up when we fall by the road. My word today is,
when you think you are alone in the darkness, all you have to do is open your
eyes.
FORGIVE US MA, FORGIVE US Ma, you brought us up the way mothers do, With love, care and kindness too, Under your watchful eyes our bodies and minds grew, From when we suckled till we could chew, You carried us to school barefoot in the morning dew, For deep down you knew when time would be due, We would come home and sing to you, We grew up so fast and developed our own ways and conscience, We saw the city and forgot the village, We learnt to steal, kill and pillage, We got our own families and erased your image, Forgive us ma, forgive us, The pain and agony we’ve caused you knows no bound, Every morning with the pestle and mortar the grain you pound, Looking at the roads expecting your prodigal sons to come round, You return to the house in the evening without a sound, Give up not on us ma, For when the wind blows across the plains, Listen close and you shall hear our calls so faint, When from the hills come the rains, Come out and wait...
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