Thursday, March 21, 2013

Deliberate Parenting



Somehow this morning, I collided with Eli. I couldn’t stop my tears falling as I read about a man who served the Lord and yet at the end of it all, his generation was wiped out. Where and how did he wrong God?

Eli was a man with many responsibilities; in his day, he was the High Priest of God. His job description was exclusive – he had the responsibility of presenting the people to God. He was the one permitted to enter the Holy place and make sacrifices on behalf of the people. He was a very, very important man. He must have been a very very busy man too!

Just Like you!

Eli was a man with many responsibilities; he was a father – he had 2 sons the bible says – Hophni & Phineas. He was responsible for teaching them the ministry of priesthood so that at his demise his sons would carry on in ministry as appointed for the Levites. That was God’s laid out plan – that the fathers would teach their sons His way, so that when the sons grew older they would understand the protocol of ministry.

Exactly like you!

It’s in your job description – to train up a child in the way that he should go, so that when he is old, he would not depart from it (Proverbs 22 verse 6).

So where did Eli go wrong?

It is very clear to me that Eli loved the Lord. Reading about him, I realized he was constantly in the temple. He was there when Hannah came to cry before God for a child; he rebuked her when he thought she was a drunken woman and blessed her when he realized she wasn’t. In 1 Samuel 2: 20, Eli would bless Elkanah and his wife, saying  May the Lord give you children by this woman to take the place of this one she prayed for and gave to the Lord’. Hannah went on to have more children.

Eli, heard God – he could recognize God’s voice. The night God called Samuel, it was Eli who, in recognition of God’s call, told Samuel to answer ‘speak Lord for your servant hears’.

When the ark was captured in battle, Eli was heartbroken and fell and died. The bible records in 1 Samuel 4 verse 18 – then it happened, when he made mention of the ark of God, that Eli fell off his seat backward by the side of the gate; and his neck was broken and he died…’

The interactions between Eli and his sons were briefly told in the scriptures. In 1 Samuel 2 verse 22, we read of him rebuking his sons because the bible said they were wicked men. The bible also says that his sons did not listen to him.

So what did Eli do wrong?

When God spoke to Samuel in 1 Samuel 3 verses 11 – 13, He outlined Eli’s wrong.  He said ‘Behold I will do something in Israel at which both ears of everyone who hears it will tingle. In that day, I will perform against Eli all that I have spoken concerning his house, from beginning to end. For I have told him that I will judge his house forever for the iniquity which he knows, because his sons made themselves vile, and he did not restrain them.

From this scripture, we see that:
v God had previously and severally spoken to Eli about his children’s behavior
v God had warned Eli of judgement to come
v Eli did not restrain his children

And herein lies Eli’s wrong doing!  He did not hold back his children, he didn’t limit them, he didn’t set them boundaries. Therefore God wiped out Eli alongside his children who had grown up to be vile men.

Embedded in that word – restrain – is yet another powerful word – Train.

Not too long ago, Pastor KO sent me a mail in which he wrote – Training a child is a very deliberate process…

Did Eli know this and just chose to ignore it? Am I ignoring it too? Are you?

The dictionary defines deliberate as studied, intentional and in my own words, ‘something that was planned for, not left to chance or happenstance’. Process is defined as a series of actions or steps taken to achieve an end. Note series, note steps, note the implication of continuity… that’s what process is. A deliberate process is one that is well thought out, planned for and studiously implemented. A deliberate process is consistent, continuous, and persistent.

Have we been training our children deliberately? Or are they just growing on food and air, like weeds with no boundaries? Is there a vision for where they are headed? Are there plans in place? Are those plans God’s plans or my plans? Have the plans been well thought out, prayed over? Is there a budget for those plans? Have we consciously allocated resources to achieving these plans? Do we consistently and continuously check that they are within the plan? Do we persistently mirror God’s personality to them so they can copy us? Are we suitable mentors for our children? Are they priority amidst the myriad of plans jostling for attention in our minds?

A wise son makes a glad father and a foolish son is a grief to his father, the scriptures say. O that our sons and daughters would grow up wise I pray.  But a proper child doesn’t just happen, the deliberateness of training a child is what makes for great parenting. 

Sunday, March 03, 2013


HIS GRACE IS SUFFICIENT

Life happens to all of us. There’s times we cry, times we laugh, we mourn, we rejoice, we dance, we celebrate. Like it says in the bible, there is a time for everything and a season for every purpose under heaven.

Pastor Mo preached a message one Sunday that’s got me thinking since then. HIS GRACE IS SUFFICIENT. He said ‘Jesus learnt obedience by the things He suffered (well, he said ‘enjoyed’ to trick us and we all yelled back – ‘suffered’).

We know the scriptures. I even know Paul’s prayer in Philippians 3 verse 10 where he said ‘that I may know him and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of his suffering…’ Looking at this scripture, I realized that I have prayed, many times, to know the power of His resurrection, but I’ve never thought of the fellowship of His suffering, until that Sunday’s message. Don’t get me wrong, I am not looking for suffering. I am just pondering….

Why do bad things happen to good people? There are many bad people out there, why don’t bad things happen to bad people and good things to good people?

Once, a friend of mine lost her husband and we went to comfort her. She is a good woman; her husband was a good man. They both loved the Lord. Why did he die and so young. We had another friend with us that day. She was married to a monster of a man who beat her black and blue whenever he fancied. And she wondered out loud ‘why is my horrible monster of a husband still alive when this good man is dead?’ That’s life.

I met a friend a few days back. His wife died a year and a half ago. And I started to ask him how he’s been. He said the entire experience was such a shock. At times, his heart would hurt so much he feared it would physically break

‘How did you cope’, I asked

‘My dear, there’s no manual to teach you to cope, you just wake up every day and live. That’s life’.

Over a year ago, a friend of mine had to bury her 1 week old child and asked me to go with her.  I wept with her over the very brief life of such a pretty baby girl. We were Nigerians living in Paris at the time and knew at some point we would move back home. Part of her grief was ‘God would I leave my baby here’? I didn’t know what to say. After we buried that child and came out of the cemetery, the sun was shining, couples were kissing on the streets, and the city of love was alive. That’s life.

I have never been personally touched by grief so strong. I have only buried my grandparents and they lived to a disgustingly ripe old age. My grandfather at 80 had all his teeth intact and would struggle over pieces of chicken with us; my parents are alive and heading in that direction, my entire family intact. I have never had to deal with death or grave illness or extreme hunger or pain and depression. I have never known great loss or great need.

I have been sad many times, financially challenged, temporarily depressed, but in all these times I believed in God’s goodness and moved on. Whatever I didn’t have, I reckoned I didn’t need. I believe that my God shall supply all my needs according to His riches in glory. I believe that the joy of the Lord is my strength; I believe that God is good. I sing His praises when I wake up in the morning for indeed He has been good to me. I am so blessed.

However, this is my pondering…

When life’s happenings stop at my doorstep – will I still sing His praises?

Will you?

HIS GRACE IS SUFFICIENT

Life happens to all of us. There’s times we cry, times we laugh, we mourn, we rejoice, we dance, we celebrate. Like it says in the bible, there is a time for everything and a season for every purpose under heaven.

Pastor Mo preached a message one Sunday that’s got me thinking since then. HIS GRACE IS SUFFICIENT. He said ‘Jesus learnt obedience by the things He suffered (well, he said ‘enjoyed’ to trick us and we all yelled back – ‘suffered’).

We know the scriptures. I even know Paul’s prayer in Philippians 3 verse 10 where he said ‘that I may know him and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of his suffering…’ Looking at this scripture, I realized that I have prayed, many times, to know the power of His resurrection, but I’ve never thought of the fellowship of His suffering, until that Sunday’s message. Don’t get me wrong, I am not looking for suffering. I am just pondering….

Why do bad things happen to good people? There are many bad people out there, why don’t bad things happen to bad people and good things to good people?

Once, a friend of mine lost her husband and we went to comfort her. She is a good woman; her husband was a good man. They both loved the Lord. Why did he die and so young. We had another friend with us that day. She was married to a monster of a man who beat her black and blue whenever he fancied. And she wondered out loud ‘why is my horrible monster of a husband still alive when this good man is dead?’ That’s life.

I met a friend a few days back. His wife died a year and a half ago. And I started to ask him how he’s been. He said the entire experience was such a shock. At times, his heart would hurt so much he feared it would physically break

‘How did you cope’, I asked

‘My dear, there’s no manual to teach you to cope, you just wake up every day and live. That’s life’.

Over a year ago, a friend of mine had to bury her 1 week old child and asked me to go with her.  I wept with her over the very brief life of such a pretty baby girl. We were Nigerians living in Paris at the time and knew at some point we would move back home. Part of her grief was ‘God would I leave my baby here’? I didn’t know what to say. After we buried that child and came out of the cemetery, the sun was shining, couples were kissing on the streets, and the city of love was alive. That’s life.

I have never been personally touched by grief so strong. I have only buried my grandparents and they lived to a disgustingly ripe old age. My grandfather at 80 had all his teeth intact and would struggle over pieces of chicken with us; my parents are alive and heading in that direction, my entire family intact. I have never had to deal with death or grave illness or extreme hunger or pain and depression. I have never known great loss or great need.

I have been sad many times, financially challenged, temporarily depressed, but in all these times I believed in God’s goodness and moved on. Whatever I didn’t have, I reckoned I didn’t need. I believe that my God shall supply all my needs according to His riches in glory. I believe that the joy of the Lord is my strength; I believe that God is good. I sing His praises when I wake up in the morning for indeed He has been good to me. I am so blessed.

However, this is my pondering…

When life’s happenings stop at my doorstep – will I still sing His praises?

Will you?

Incredible Joy Cometh!


Incredible Joy Cometh

I'm wondering why there seems to be such a high level of despondency in the church today. Has it always been like this or am I only just becoming aware of it? Is it the realisation of my own despair that brings me recognition of such a debilitating spirit, or could it be the nudging of God's Spirit giving me unction to expose this traitor that's feeling so at home in our midst?

All I've heard in recent times are sighs of disappointment and cries of pain. Everywhere I turn someone seems to be battling confusion, betrayal and hurt.  I am not an exception, much as I'd love to be, sometimes I do not know where the strength comes from to believe God for just one more day....I hear midnight cries that grip my spirit in such sadness, I wake up in tears wondering if I cried out from my own pain or someone else's. And so I wonder at the times and seasons in which we live.

Where did this despair come from? Who let it into my home, my heart? How did it manage to permeate my life and clothe me in lethargy so strong that I find myself unable, unwilling even to do anything about the havoc it's wreaking in my life? How did I get to this point where I have lost hope, it seems like my dreams are gone... When did this happen?

What exactly is despair?

The dictionary defines despair as the loss of hope, hopelessness. The spirit that causes us to lose hope is the spirit of despair; the spirit that tells us not to bother any more, it encourages us to give up. It starts by saying 'God is great, yes God can do it, but will He do it for you?' It cunningly graduates to the point where it says 'don't bother anymore - answer to prayer? No, not going to happen!’

We hear that continually...

While we wait and wait for God to come through…

And as wait and wait, we gradually lose hope....

Until the misery of lost hope leads to despondency and progresses to depression and then to the point where immobility sets in; spiritually, physically and mentally!

Should we just allow it destroy us as we wallow in misery each day? Shouldn't we fight back if only with the last breath we have?

 

What exactly can we do?

First of all, recognise it for what it is. It is not an emotion or just a feeling like we've been told many times before. It is a destructive, oppressive spirit from hell sent to derail our destiny. If we continue to see it as mood swings, then we are no different from an unarmed soldier thrust into the battle field, unequipped and unprepared for war!

Secondly understand that it is either you or it. If you let it be, then it takes you down! Fight!! Equip yourselves for war, for the weapons of our warfare are mighty through God! Many people oppressed by this spirit can barely fight, the lethargy that accompanies it, often clings like second skin. But hear me, if you can cry - then cry out for help. Some battles are not meant to be fought alone.

Growing up I engaged in enough street fights and took quite a few beatings to understand that when faced with some tough strong opponents, the best strategy would be to run home and come back with reinforcements. I had enough brothers and sisters to build a mini army and fully took advantage of that. So child of God, run home - get help! David faced many times of despair and cried 'why are you cast down O my soul, why disquieted within me?' Don't keep quiet, don't hide and nurse fear or pain. Cry out! Your father has enough children to build a mega army and we need to band together and fight!

And finally, count your blessings! The devil is such a liar!! Look around you and see the things God has done. How He has redeemed your life from the pit and how He has cleansed you and healed all your diseases. Count them all, name them one by one. What then is left in your life for God to do that He will not do? Last I checked He is still God, He hasn't resigned, retired or fallen asleep. He will come through for you.

Listen: incredible joy cometh! And I know this because the break of dawn is right by the darkest night and dawn brings singing and dancing with it! So do not stop short now, rouse yourself and defend the hope that Christ has deposited in you. Don't you know that Christ in you is the hope of glory?! We have hope that the latter shall surely be greater than the former because Christ is in us. That hope must never die! The bible says that we are born into a living hope through the resurrection of Christ Jesus from the dead. Our hope in God is as alive as we believe that Jesus lives!

Get up! Hope in God for I shall yet praise Him, my Saviour and my God. Morning is right around the corner, incredible joy cometh!

ID, May 2012.

Death & I

I have been struggling with death for a while now. No, I am not dying anytime soon. I am not plagued by any ailment - major or minor, fear not. This is not my last letter to you or anything close. I've just realized that I have not died ...yet. Jesus said "I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds", John 12 verse 24. Except a seed falls to the ground and dies, it remains alone - just a seed, of no productive benefit to itself or anyone. A seed on earth without purpose. A seed without a mission or vision, unproductive. I had thought a long time ago, that I had died, in fact when the scripture says that my old man had died, I believed it to be so, but suddenly, I see that old man rearing its head, having a voice, exercising control over me, taking decisions, actions, plotting, planning, accomplishing many things that ought not to be imagined much less accomplished. I'll give you examples: I find that I hear and know the voice of God, His counsel for me even in minute day to day stuff. Do I do it? No. My flesh is so strong, it is such a battle. My will struggles with the will of God every day. God says ‘fast today’. My belly says no way, tomorrow Lord, today is pancake day! God says ‘wait on me today, worship me’. My inquisitive mind wants to be in front of the television seeking to know if Michael Jackson was murdered, if there’s a war on in Africa, anything! God says ‘my kingdom needs the money in your account’. My needs cry out, shoes, bags clothes, Lord this is Lagos! God says ‘read my word, study the bible’. I again cry out, Lord, I have deadlines at work still not met. I need to finish the new Genevieve magazine, just a minute Lord and I’ll study the word! Oh, the lust of the flesh…. I look around me and in this city, everybody is somebody. If you haven’t got it, beg, borrow steal. Just be! Fake it! Its not lying, it’s a new business word called ‘posturing’. To play that role, I have got to look the part. I covet everything around me, including people!. If I see a well dressed successful lady, I want to be her. After all I can do her job better than she does it, matters not if she’s a doctor or a designer. I can be a better her. If I hear a revolutionary word preached in church, I want to be the preacher. After all, God speaks to me as well. I can have a 10,000 man congregation too. I want to drive the best cars, live within the Lagos Island zip code, be on first name terms with the movers and shakers of the city. In fact I want to be the mover and shaker of the city. Oh, the lust of the eyes…. Suddenly, I think I should be respected based on where I work, how I look, where I live and who I know. I place myself higher than everyone else. Some people, I don’t even bother to associate with. Surely, they are beneath me. I choose my friends with care. I must be seen and associated with the right crowd. Please define your job and your level at your work. No plebbs allowed in my circle of friends, oh don’t forget your zip code. What kind of car do you drive? Where do you go for summer? You must wear only designer labels to swing with me. I lash out at people who do not address me properly. Don’t you know who I am? So all of a sudden, I am consumed by a need for recognition based on what I know not. I haven’t accomplished anything new, great or outstanding. Just applaud me. I’m the one to know and be around. Oh the pride of life…. A dead man is no longer concerned with the affairs of this world. 1 John 2: 17 says, the world and its desires will pass away, but the man who does the will of God lives forever. Our concerns should then shift to another kingdom. We should focus on the affairs of the new Jerusalem where the spirits of just men are being made perfect. And so like Apostle Paul, I die daily, trusting God that everyday as I put myself under His control, He will deliver me from this body of sin and death. Oh, the joy of doing His will! Examine yourself then, are you dead?

Facing Forward

Facing Forward The bible says ‘to everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven... a time to keep and a time to throw away...’ In the past, I had always thought that particular bit just meant that there was a time you held on to some personal property and then threw them away later. Today I see that very differently; I see it as speaking of an evolution of the seasons in which we live our lives – as seasons change, what do I keep? What do I throw away? We are currently living at the precipice of incredible, inexorable change. This change will affect every aspect of our lives – who we are, what we believe and how we do things. This change is the inevitability of the World Wide Web (www) and its attendant effect on our lifestyles. The www has been here for a long time now, so why am I only just writing about it? I guess because everywhere I turned this weekend, I heard something about how it affects our children’s lives and being a parent I can no longer ignore it. This weekend alone, I’ve been bombarded with talks and thoughts of the effect of the internet on children; on Saturday a professor in college talked about our inability to communicate with our children because we lack understanding of the communicative tools that are available to them, while we want to pull them back into the traditional methods of learning we are used to, they are desperately leaning ahead to grasp everything the www can offer. On Sunday, every parent in church was at the edge of their seats as we watched an ex Satanist priest explain how they use the internet and music to capture the hearts and influence lives of very young children. One good, one bad – two sides of the www. This whole e-world thing is scary; there’s an entirely new virtual world out there that mirrors the world I can see and touch. I’m definitely not the only parent who came out of church hushed, afraid even. This world of e-mails, e-learning, e-books, e-chats, e-friends… perhaps e-parents? Where did the simplicity of the life I grew up in go? Remember when there were no debit cards? When you paid cash for everything you bought or wrote a credit note? Not a plastic card in your wallet that can at the touch of a button produce money in different currencies depending on your location. Or how when you took pictures, you had to wait 2 weeks for the films to be processed? Not the instant images waxed and polished to make you look like your dream and not your reality. Pictures you can show off to the public just by uploading, or downloading? Do you remember that the only way to see loved ones was to travel miles? Or queue at NITEL for hours to book a phone call? Now SIM cards are free, handsets are affordable, there’s also webcams and Skype. Business meetings where huge deals and alliances are concluded are held in virtual offices – with parties miles and miles away from each other. First we rejoiced when we got the desk tops, then laptops, then notebooks – now there are netbooks, notepads, ipads, kindles, blackberries, androids… each one getting smaller, better, cheaper, more available, more there! Charles Darwin I think was the one who said “it is not the strongest nor the most intelligent who will survive but those who can best manage change” So as a concerned mum, having seen both sides of the www – how do I manage this change? How can I raise my children in the face of such change and yet protect them from the negatives of the same change? Here are my options: 1. Ban them from it 2. Expose them to it I really do not think there is a middle ground. I think that each decision has far reaching consequences and you know what?, I think what I really need to do is find strategies to manage the effect of the consequences of whatever route I go. So if I ban them I fear that they may not function effectively in tomorrow’s world, no matter how expensive an education I can afford to buy them. Who would use a surgeon that cannot utilise modern methods of surgery and attendant surgical tools? So if I expose them I fear that they may be professionally equipped but spiritually and morally bereft. This to me is a fate worse than death, but one I can counteract perhaps? Despite my fears, I’m thinking this is the better route and I’m coming up with strategies to deal with the consequences: • First, I wake myself up. There’s no point swimming against the tide. This ‘new way of life’ is here to stay. So I’m going to stop resisting its pull and plunge in. • Secondly, I’m getting educated. I want to know what it’s all about; I’m going to learn as much as I can, I’m not going to have a glazed look anymore when I hear ‘gigabytes’ or ‘cloud computing’ or any such thing. I’m going to find out for myself • I’m going to teach my children as much of it as I can. Luckily they are at the age where I can still be teacher. Age appropriately, I’m going to show them the coin – the good, the bad and I’m going to teach them the consequences of each side. • I’m also going to pray very hard. For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strongholds; casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ; and having in a readiness to revenge all disobedience, when your obedience is fulfilled (2 Corinthians 10: 4 – 6). • I’m going to consistently teach them God’s word – we will read it, memorise it, study it and let it reproduce itself in our decisions and actions. I believe that the word is more spirit than letter and I trust the spirit of the word to bring transformation in their lives and to lead then ultimately to God’s plan for them. • Finally, I’m going to be a parent! I’m going to stand guard over what goes into their lives from school, friends and the www! I’m going to keep a pulse on whatever is going on in their lives – this is my primary call. Allaying my fears and inhibitions, I’m embracing change facing forward. Good morning! ID OGUFERE, 022013