Hello, dear friends! I wish you a happy new month of September. I’m grateful to God for the gift of life and the blessing of family and friends. I am especially grateful for God’s gracious gift of eternal life, freely given to those who believe in Jesus Christ our Lord. May His name be praised forever. As though in a flash, eight months of the year 2020 have flown by, and we are now set upon the last few months of this extraordinary year that has brought the most unprecedented changes to our lives.
I want to encourage you to set out this new month with determination and devotion to pursue whatever your heart is set on. Do not dither, waver or be idle, but act with commitment and give your best. As they say, procrastination is a thief of time, and time waits for no man. Great things are achieved when we commit to action, one day at a time. COVID-19 has been a great disruption, but our lives go on, and many are making progress. Whatever your hand find to do, be sure to do it wholeheartedly.
This is my prayer for you – that your hand will be strong to perform the tasks God has called you to, that your vision will be clear in times of uncertainty, that your perception will be accurate in the presence of deception, and that your heart will fully embrace all that you are called to do. I pray that God’s Holy Spirit will order your steps into His perfect will, and that you will look back on this month with praise to God. All of this I ask in Jesus’ precious name. Amen. Have a blessed month ahead of you!
Have you ever waited for inspiration to come? Have you struggled to catch a whiff of fresh air before getting started on a project? Have you ever felt blank in your greatest moments of need, when it seemed everything depended on you getting an ingenious idea? Well, I suppose you have, and that you have sometimes been disappointed, as I have been. I have found out that no great venture is sustained on the ground of inspired ideas. Inspiration may get you started, but diligence and commitment to a cause keeps you in the long haul.
Continue reading “Uninspired”
Totally drained is how I feel:
When your words ride over mine
And our thoughts do not align
When your voice drowns under mine
And our voices become hoarse
From screaming silent expletives
In vain: we became deaf to each other.
Continue reading “A Crisis of Love”
Uren! The river of my childhood dreams
How often I longed to stand by your banks
And splash and splatter with all your water
That murky fluid of yours that stood lucid in the morn
But it seemed to me that God did not approve of it
For my desires and hopes were never fulfilled
Till that dream died and faded and passed away
With the rest of its kind, buried with my childhood
Continue reading “Uren”
Your hour, my hour, their hour, they are all ours
Time is never still, always rowing on all oars
Ever on the move, always a chance for a choice
And the choices we make, bring us sorrows or joys
Toyin Taiwo, 2020
We sing, for the audience of One
Continue reading “The audience of One”
We dance, for the audience of One
We love, for the audience of One
Get you a moral compass, man of God
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One that points you clearly to the True North
And keeps you safe on the narrow course
In the journey to your God-given destiny
The gang I swore never to join, I now lead
Continue reading “Dark Night”
“Prophesy to us, loser”, they taunt
“Which one of us will betray you next?”
It’s the year of the Virus, a special season
When women and men are kept in isolation
And cities are locked down in fearful dismay.
People are proud to mind the distance
As others descend into the abyss of hunger.
The hours fly by as the days roll into weeks
And weeks blend into months of the year.
But this still is the year of the Virus
Till this battle is over, and the enemy is beaten.
When people can go seek their daily bread
And children return to play on the streets.
For now we stay at home and wash our hands,
As we raise prayers to God for all of humanity
Until this Invisible Enemy is finally overcome.
Toyin Taiwo (c) 2020
Like the stars at dawn,
Continue reading “Fading”
The dusk of the weary night,
He’s fading away.