The Shorter Route is Not Always Better: A Lesson From Israel’s Wilderness Journey

When God was to lead the Israelites out of Egypt, He had two options: a shorter way and a longer one. The way through the land of the Philistines was the shorter one. The longer path was the route through the wilderness. Along the shorter way, war was waiting by the side. But the Israelites …

All We Truly Are

We’ll workand playand livetogether We’ll debateand offendand misjudgeeach other Still, we’ll forgiveand prayand stick, moretogether because allwe truly areis family. Get your FREE copy of my inspirational poetry chapbook, When I Became a Man, here

The Irony of a Village

Because we are now a villageit has become hard to trustYou could lose your lifeall you ownanything Because we are now a villageit is easy to trust someone to pay your wageship your goodsdo anything We are now a global villageconnected like a webyet everyone must lookbefore leaping. Get your FREE copy of my inspirational …

Prophet Without Honour

He could send torrentsin the desert;turn night into day;  yield meatwithout treasury But only those afartreasured these giftsBecause he was a prophet Far beyond his yearshe would utter wisdom But they would not drink from his wellBecause he was a prophet And prophetsare without honourwhere they come from. Get your FREE copy of my inspirational …

The Thin Line Between Faith and Doubt: How Mary Excelled Where Zechariah Stumbled

Two encounters, one angel, different outcomes. That is the simple sum-up of Gabriel’s visits to Zechariah and Mary. But there’s a lot more to it than it sounds. How Shall I Know this? Alone in the temple, performing his priestly duties, Zechariah suddenly saw a flash. It was Gabriel. He came with news. Elizabeth would …

What I Will Chase

Come what may,to watch and to prayis what I will chase Why should I run,from where I can turnto get grace for my case? Why should I wanderfrom the place of powerbecause of a fleeting phase? Is it not to be strongerthat many people seek after?‘Tis what I will chase! May not be popular desireBut …

I Miss Those Days

I miss those days. Those exciting days,when you go by eightand return by fourto be greeted by our innocent smile,tiny racing legs,short outstretched arms, small voices screaming ‘daddy, daddy’and warm embracethat only your legs received. I miss those days Those other daysWhen you still go by eightBut return before fourAnd unprepared,we scamper for orderat the …