When I say "I am a Christian"

I know i have not blogged in quite a while...my apologies to all my fans out there. And no it is not because of anything bad or wrong; I have just been running around pretty hard trying to keep this boat afloat.

Now it hits me that I have been working and serving and worrying, being obsessed and possessed by that which needs to be done. How quickly I forget! As much as God appreciates all the activity, it is in the stillness, and silence that the rightousness, peace and joy overflow. The activities will cease, but the latter three will remain forver. So if you are like me, here is what Jesus says to us both:

LUKE 10:40-42

41) And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things:

42) But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.

Perhaps because of this my wifey, in her characteristically helpful and supportive role, sent me the below poem. What a wonderful encouragement! What a humbling note! It is rare you get to see such a simple, hearfelt cry...

When I say..." I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I am saved"
I'm whispering "I get lost"
"That is why I chose this way"

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need someone to be my guide

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong
I'm professing that I'm weak
and pray for strength to carry on

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success
I'm admitting I have failed
and cannot ever pay the debt

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
my flaws are all too visible
but God believes I'm worth it

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartaches
which is why I seek His name

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I do not wish to judge
I have no authority
I only know I'm loved.

Carol Wimmer

Art Attack

The base unit..

Art Attack!

The new tv cabinet wifey and I got made. It makes the sitting room so artsy..

More new years muffins!

Just a different angle to those lovely treats.

New years muffins

Feast your eyes on the treats! This was a small project between my wife and I to spice up our New Year. Needless to say they came out phenomenally (what were you expecting??).

PS: They taste as good as they look :-D

A Tribute to my Wife

A tribure i wrote to my wife for our anniversary on the 12th Dec. I love you baby:

I cant believe


I cant believe its been one year with you
Its amazing what God has brought us through
You are as beautiful as the day i said i do
Loving, witty, kind and caring too

I cant believe how fast time flies
So fast, and yet with you it was just a blink of the eyes
Every day with you a surprise
As new as the morning, fresh as the clear blue skies

I cant believe how far we have come
How much we've been, how much we've done
Three children, a new car, house, and then some
Loved by the Father, united by the Son

I cant believe the love we share
Its not what we do its who we are
Our hearts and minds we bare
To each other, a Godly love with no compare

My Prayer

If I can throw a single ray of light across the darkened pathway of another;
if i can aid some soul to clearer sight of life and duty, and thus bless my brother;
if I can wipe from any human cheek a tear, I shall not have lived my life in vain while here.

If I can guide some erring one to truth, inspire within his heart a sense of duty;
if I can plant within my soul of rosy youth a sense of right, a love of truth and beauty;
if I can teach one man that God and heaven are near, I shall not then have lived in vain while here.

If from my mind I banish doubt and fear and keep my life attuned to love and kindness;
if I can scatter light and hope; if I can cheer and help remove the curse of mental blindness;
if I can make more joy, more hope, less pain, I shall not have lived and loved in vain.

If by life’s roadside I can plant a tree, beneath whose shade some wearied head may rest,
though I may never share its beauty, I shall yet be truly blessed.
And though if in the end, no one knows my name, nor drops a flower upon my grave, I shall not have lived in vain while here.

– by Anonymous

Lazy Boy

God has been gently turning my head so that I can view my own weaknesses and see areas that I am unable, but mostly unwilling, to see. Chief of these is laziness. I have really fought hard with this one: justifying myself left, right and center. I never wake up when the alarm rings. Im always late for devotion. Sure, I say, but I will still do the mandatory one hour right? Thus im never early or even on time for work, my projects finish on time yes but thats more Gods grace then anything to do with me.

God help me.

'Tis the voice of a sluggard; I heard him complain
You have waked me too soon; I must slumber again;
As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed,
Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head.

A little more sleep, and a little more slumber
Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without number;
And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands,
Or walks about saunt'ring, or trifling he stands.

I passed by his garden, and saw the wild brier,
The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher;
the clothes that hang on him are turning to rags;
And his money still wastes till he starves or he begs.

I made him a visit, still hoping to find
That he took better care for improving his mind:
He told me his dreams, talked of eating and drinking,
But scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking.

Said I then to my heart: Hear's a lesson for me;
That man's but a picture of what I might be;
But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding,
Who taught me betimes to love working and reading.”

Isaac Watts (1674 – 1748)

A Stitch in Time

My wife suddenly begun having contractions on Sunday (4th Oct) and I had to rush her to hospital. I was initially very apprehensive: I had spent all my money on the hormone supplements required by her doc and was unsure how I was going to afford the treatment and medication. I even had to borrow cash from my dad just to get her to the hospital...

Have you noticed that? I, Me...me me me everywhere forgetting that under the Fathers care the righteous never go hungry nor their seed beg bread. The miracles begun right from the accounts desk, and snowballed all the way after that. The hospital agreed to see her eventhough my card does not inlude maternity cases. After that they admitted her, got her a bed and all in record time. Then our HR broadcast to my superiors in London that i wouldnt be in and took it upon herself to get the company to pay the bill. All the while I stood in awe at Gods works.

Yesterday she went in for the MacDonald stitch and all is well. Doc wants her to stay put for another day or two but besides that he is pleased with her progress.

What now is left for me to say? Eventhough I knew that

You alone are the LORD;
You have made heaven,
The heaven of heavens, with all their host,
The earth and everything on it,
The seas and all that is in them,
And You preserve them all.
The host of heaven worships You.(Nehemiah 9:6)

He still went ahead to show His glory. And even when I, like the Israelites,

refused to obey,
And they were not mindful of Your wonders
That You did among them.
But they hardened their necks,
And in their rebellion
They appointed a leader
To return to their bondage.
But You are God,
Ready to pardon,
Gracious and merciful,
Slow to anger,
Abundant in kindness,
And did not forsake them. (Nehemiah 9:16)