Wednesday, November 22, 2017

The Gospel and Daddy Issues

I've always thought the phrase "daddy issues" was one of those labels people are quick to throw at a woman who sleeps around with older men with hopes of filling a heart shaped hole her biological father was never able to fill, at least that was how the movies explained it. While there is often some type of fallacy in the conclusion drawn from such premises, I'll thread carefully as I dabble into the phrase itself.  There is undoubtedly some type of correlation between a girl's relationship with her father and the type of  men she gets attracted to or even ends up with long term but the connotation shouldn't always come with a  negative tone. I make this hypothesis not from a statistical/scientific standpoint but rather from my personal experiences and observations from my immediate environment.

Monday, October 16, 2017

The 31 Status

I remember a few years back when I changed my Facebook status to “the 31 status”. I had just come across this women’s group whose goal was to encourage women to aspire to be like the Proverbs 31 Woman. As a newly rededicated Christian, you bet I was ready to tick all of those boxes to earn the badge of the “Proverbs 31(P31) woman”. I admired women whom I’ve seen, through a few scrolls on their Instagram page, having all of their boxes ticked. Marriedþ Kidsþ Business ownerþ Careerþ keeping it all together þ have perfect answers to “where do you see yourself in 5 years” þ

Monday, July 31, 2017

Path to Sanctification: Difficult Relationships

I remember telling one of my friends during a conversation that being a Christian will be so much easier if I didn't have to interact with people. I mean, if I could just wake up, say my prayers, read my Bible and not have to deal with humans, I'd be an A student in this "holy walk" (lol). This was, of course, a joke but it opened me up to the reality of interpersonal relationships and how they are an inseparable part of our walk with Christ. In fact, all of our faith is summed up into two major

Friday, July 14, 2017

Path to Sanctification: A Series on How God Sanctifies Us Through Difficult Situations

A while back in my post on How to Stay Sheep, I touched a little bit on the salvation equation. That is, the two fold consisting of justification by faith through grace and sanctification.

Friday, July 7, 2017

The Heart of Fervent Prayer

For the most part of growing up, I was certain of one thing: "the more audible you are, the faster your prayers are answered". Even though I attended an Anglican Church which would ordinarily mean conservatism, we adopted everything charismatic. Our prayer sessions consisted of high pitched wails, feet stamping and possibly sweaty bodies rolling on the floor. You'd be damned to choose the path of "sluggish prayer" when you run the risk of them falling to deaf ears. Melodrama and audibility were directly proportional to the size of your blessings and even the intensity of the consuming fire that burned your enemies alive.

Monday, April 17, 2017

When I Don't Desire God

I Don't Desire God

This year, I have tried to constantly challenge myself with the question: "Is God really my all in all?" I often find myself asking this question in the midst of crushing emotions arising from moments of unreconciled hurt, painful memories and a glaring realization of my own depravity in my struggle with sin. In some or all of these moments, I reluctantly agree with the spirit of truth that I have somehow made a god out of my emotional attachments. Idolatry is often associated with possessions but I found that to be far from the truth as I am introduced to my 2-D idols.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

#NigeriansinDiaspora- Tolu's Story

Life isn’t life without friends, especially those that stick closer than (or like) family.
Coming to the US was overwhelming but thankfully I was ignorant of what it entails and the many choices. 
Side gist: I recall entering a grocery store and the amount of cookies or cereal had me confused. I was actually pissed there were so much options

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

#NigeriansinDiaspora- Miss B

I came into the United States much like most Nigerians, to study, in my case to get my bachelor’s degree in engineering. I was sure that coming to study and live in the United States wouldn’t be much different than those handful times I had come to visit for 3- 4 week holidays. And sure enough I did not experience the dreaded culture shock until the summer of my freshman year and sophomore year.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Distressed but not Stressed.

Haha- I'm sure from the title you're like "huh?" You know I'm all about the catchy titles.
Anyway, my jeans are called "distressed jeans" and I am on spring break...sooo I'm not stressed. Get it? Haha

#NigeriansinDiaspora- Timi's Story

As I write this, I realize that I have now spent over one third of my life in the US. I have never really had a chance to walk down memory lane at a deep level and so I welcome this opportunity with gratitude. As a child growing up in Nigeria, it was a distant dream that I would ever live outside of Nigeria. I was a huge day dreamer but this one was out of even my "dreaming reach". So when I was told I would be leaving for college after high school, my joy mixed with wonderment knew no bounds.

From the lens I had looked out of all my life, a good education with a certain type of degree meant a good job and settled life. Naturally, I decided that I would give my college experience my all, study till I dropped so I could get a high flying job post graduation, make my parents proud and make lots of money.With the indispensable grace of God, I have now had the opportunity to successfully complete two degrees. However, if asked about the defining moments, they would be partly related to my education but not entirely.

The truth is I was prepared to leave my home country for an education but I didn’t foresee that it would re-shape my lens significantly. I didn’t foresee that it would expose me to new ways of thinking and seeing the world. I didn’t foresee that it would help me to deeply appreciate my roots and at times condemn some of its indoctrination. I didn’t foresee that it would make me question all the things I had ever known. I didn’t foresee that it would create a zest for new horizons and possibilities. I couldn’t predict that with learning would come some serious unlearning and sometimes anger and anguish.

I didn’t foresee that I would experience the pains of what it meant to be a “different” person and the desire to belong. I didn’t foresee it would teach me to accept love from people that looked “different”. I didn’t foresee that I would be in awe and wonder at the history of a nation, its eventual triumph and openness to anyone. I certainly didn’t foresee that God’s love would pursue me all the way here; away from the eyes of the ones who loved me.

The truth is, as I walk down the path life has taken me; I truly could have learned some of the same lessons back home, as awareness of my surroundings happened to be budding right around when I moved. I do however think that these ones hold a certain distinctiveness I will forever hold dear, the opportunity to merge two far apart worlds, a platform to continue to build adjusted lenses to see life out of. I am indeed eternally grateful for the good, bad and the ugly.