Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Losing Touch With Reality

Benjamin saw the swaying truck a few seconds late. He rammed on the brakes of his Subaru. The swish-swash of the windshield wipers seemed to slow their wiping off of the large drops of the rain. Benjamin exerted more force on the brakes. The car could not stop in time.
The truck kept coming. It was only ten feet away now. Its driver had lost control of it.
The rain continued to pour down in large torrents.
Benjamin swerved to the left to prevent a head-on collision. His actions were mechanical, his mind gripped with fear.
He slammed on the brakes one more time and the Subaru skidded on the rain-slicked tarmac.
The honking of the truck's horn deafened Benjamin. The truck was now five feet away.
Benjamin panicked.
The Subaru stopped, facing the left side of the road. Benjamin could now see the truck from his side window. Its headlights blinded him.
The truck was four feet away.
Benjamin fumbled with his seatbelt.
Three feet.
"God!" he shouted. His seatbelt was stuck.
Two feet.
He yanked his seatbelt free.
Too late.
A gut-wrenching scream erupted from his throat as the truck collided with the Subaru. The last thing Benjamin heard was the crunching of bones and the crushing of metal.

The man woke up to the glare of lights and machines and computer consoles around him. Tubes protruded from his body. Wherever he was, he didn’t know. And now, thinking about it, he didn’t know who he was.
There was a sharp pain in his head. He touched it and felt the bandage wrapped around his head.
He really didn’t know who he was.
A face appeared in his line of vision. A beautiful woman.
“Hello dear,” she said.
Whatever! He didn’t care. What he wanted to do now was to get up and find out who he was — really was — and why he was here.
“Benjamin, dear,” said the beautiful woman, “are you ok?”
Couldn’t she see that there was no way he could be fine? And was that his name?
Yes, that must be his name.

Have you ever had moments when you really wondered who you really are, why in the world you do what you do, or where you are going? Is your life like a fatal accident that sometimes leaves you a hopeless amnesiac?
You are not alone. There are very many people just like you, who function like normal human beings, go to work or school, eat and sleep, but think like they are amnesiacs. All of them have this one similarity: they have lost touch with reality.

 (exerpt from my upcoming book, What If God Doesn't Really Love You)

What Happened To Justice?

Court was in session. Judge Elohim was presiding.
The evidence had been presented. Both sides had had their chance to plead their case before the Judge.
The accused, a fierce looking giant of a man, looked as guilty as he really was. His heavily tattooed body gave him the look of a seasoned drug dealer and user. His face was contorted in a permanent scowl and his nose was turned up like he always smelt something foul in the air. The flimsy vest he wore couldn’t hide his muscled torso. He was surrounded by an aura of raw, physical energy.
The defence counsel, a thirtyish-looking gentleman of Asian origin, stood beside him, exuding a confidence you wouldn’t expect him to have, since the evidence prosecution had presented was highly incriminating and convincing. There was no way the accused was getting off the hook.
It was now time to wrap up the case. Both sides were to give their last remarks before the ruling was made.
Jeremy Doom, the prosecutor, rose at the prompting of the judge and presented his last remarks. He was a middle-aged, slim man whose slyness made him famous in Judge Elohim’s court. He never lost a case. No one knew where he always got his evidence, but he always had enough evidence to convince the Judge. This case was a piece of pie for him.
“Your honour, the accused before you here has been charged with kidnapping a twelve year old girl, raping her and slicing her throat.”
Doom walked back to his desk and produced a set of photographs and other documents. He waved them over his head for all to see.
“You have seen the photographs that were taken at the crime scene which, conveniently, is the residence of the accused. You have also seen the DNA report which shows that the DNA of the seminal fluids got from the victim matches that of the defendant. Our forensic pathologist never goes wrong, your honour.
“This man standing before you is not a normal human being. He doesn’t deserve to live among us. His conscience is so seared that he can’t even feel any remorse for his deeds. Your honour, our children can never be safe with such a man roaming in our community.
“I rest my case, your honour.”
Doom turned and looked at the people who filled the courtroom. He wanted to make sure that every press camera caught his face as he drilled the last nail into the defendant’s coffin. He then walked slowly and purposefully back to his seat, leaving the courtroom in a deathly silence.
The silence lingered on for a moment. It was uneasy.
Judge Elohim looked at the defence counsel, studying him for any hint of fear or cowardice.
“Mr. Jesus,” he said, “you last remarks.”
The defence counsel stood up. He raised a tome over his head and waved it the same way Doom had waved his evidence. There were a few chuckles from the audience as they took it to be a joke.
“Your honour, in my hand is the Penal Code. I have pored over this book for the last few days. I have read it from cover to cover and I haven’t found one single law that my client has broken.”
Doom was on his feet in a second, also waving his copy of the Penal Code. “That can’t be true! My Penal Code has over five rules that your client has broken! He must be prosecuted!”
“ENOUGH!” Judge Elohim bellowed, glaring at Doom. “I won’t have you hold my court in contempt!”
“I am sorry your honour.”
“Mr. Jesus, proceed.”
Jesus put the book down. “Your honour, this edition of the Penal Code that I have with me is a revision of the old one that Mr. Doom has. Mr. Doom’s version was replaced and rendered obsolete a few years ago. The laws governing this country are now different.
“Your honour, I, Jesus, paid the ultimate sacrifice for all the crimes of my client even before he committed them. My sacrifice was strong enough that there was no more need for a law. That is why there is now no law to convict my client.”
Jesus seemed to have grown taller as his voice took on a more authoritative tone. He picked up the tome again, opened it up and raised it for all to see.
“The pages of this book are blank, your honour. They are not blank because words have never been written on them. No, your honour. They are blank because my blood—my blood!—wiped away the handwriting that was against my client. There is therefore now no condemnation for him because he is in me. My client is not guilty!”
With that, Jesus sat down.
A sigh went out in the audience. People were letting out breaths they had held for so long.
Judge Elohim looked visibly troubled. He gestured for both Jesus and Doom to approach the bench. When they reached, he asked in a low voice, “Doom, did you know about this?”
Doom tilted his head and shrugged.
Judge Elohim turned to Jesus, “Why didn’t you bring up this evidence at the beginning of the trial?”
“I wanted to first see how far Doom could go with his lies, your honour. And I must admit I enjoyed watching him getting deflated after having deceived himself that he had won the case before even hearing your verdict.”
“What makes you think my verdict will be in your favour, Jesus?” Judge Elohim asked.
Jesus smiled. “I guess you don’t have any other option.”
“Gentlemen,” Judge Elohim said, looking from one man to the other, “you may now go and take your seats.”
Judge Elohim waited for them to take their seats before declaring, “Given the evidence before me, court is adjourned for one hour. I’ll come back to make my ruling then.”
Judge Elohim stood up and exited the courtroom.

(Excerpt from my upcoming book, What if God Doesn't Really Love You?)

Friday, March 9, 2012


There was a guy in the Old Testament who never died. Forget about Elijah. This one was Enoch. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve never heard about him. Reason: nothing much was written about him. He did not cause a revolution or revival. He did not part a sea, river, or milk in his cereal bowl. He did not heal anyone. All that is written about him is his family. He most probably was a stay-at-home dad. Let’s look at the 7 bible verses that talk about Enoch in Genesis:
When Jared was 162 years old, he had Enoch. After he had Enoch, he lived another 800 years, having more sons and daughters. Jared lived a total of 962 years. And he died.
When Enoch was sixty-five years old, he had Methuselah. Enoch walked steadily with God. After he had Methuselah, he lived another 300 years, having more sons and daughters. Enoch lived a total of 365 years.
Enoch walked steadily with God. And then one day he simply was gone: God took him. (Genesis 5:18-24)
Isn’t it interesting that all that the bible recorded about Enoch’s spirituality was that he walked steadily with God?
He did not walk around with his head in the skies, with this glazed look like he was holier than the pope. He did not turn water into wine. He wasn’t praying all the time, since he had time to father some kids. Trust me, if he did anything that was quite spectacular, we would have known about it, since he was not quite normal (a guy who gets taken by God is not normal, is he?)
If he had a secret, it was the fact that he steadily walked with God.
I don’t think I am qualified enough to start debating what walking steadily with God really is. I only have suggestions. Could it be that he always walked around with a perpetual knowledge of how much God loved him? He most probably had a special relationship with God to where God was a buddy (you don’t walk around with a stranger, you know). I don’t think it was his behaviour, good looks or cologne. But it is a fact that Enoch was very pleasing to God. See for yourself:
By an act of faith, Enoch skipped death completely. “They looked all over and couldn’t find him because God had taken him.” We know on the basis of reliable testimony that before he was taken “he pleased God.” It’s impossible to please God apart from faith… (Hebrews 11:5-6)
It was that simple! The guy believed that he pleased God! “Oh, come on, Paul,” I can hear you say, “This guy must have done some mighty acts of faith to please God!”
Beats me too! This guy was so pleasing to God that one day God just couldn’t contain his pleasure any more. God got tired of seeing Enoch from down below. “I must have you at once in heaven,” he must have told Enoch. “My only problem is that you have failed to die. So I guess I’ll just steal you from your family”
And lo and behold, there was no funeral for old Enoch.
But still, nothing significant was written about him. You will not find his name in a Sunday school textbook. No. Kids are not allowed to have bible role models who did nothing but ended up leaving no tombstone on earth.
It is also interesting to note that Enoch’s dad, Jared, lived almost three times as old as Enoch. So he must have looked around for his son, only to be told, “Sorry, he got too pleasing to God to live on earth.”
This really tells us of how much God loves us. God couldn’t wait for death to take Enoch before he could have a piece of him. And he really doesn’t have pleasure in killing people just so he can have them in heaven. If you ever get so pleasing to God and you know it, your photo will also be put in the papers under the title: LOST. The story will go somehow like this: “The person in the photo above got lost. He was last seen in the company of God. There is a great reward for whoever finds him, though it is highly unlikely, since he was so pleasing to God. You all know what happened to Enoch…”
I am very sure that is the same with us now. God wants us to be so wrapped up in him, so steadily walking with him, that one day, his front door will be closer than ours and he will say, “Why don’t you spend the night?”
Don’t ask me, but I don’t think I would want to go back home after spending a night in God’s house.

(Excerpt from my upcoming book, What if God Doesn't Really Love You?)

Sunday, March 4, 2012


Dear child, 
I have been watching you for the past few days and I realised you needed to hear from me. You have been trying to mend your relationship with me, but it's never done that way. 

Have you ever read the scripture that says he who began a good work in you is faithful to bring it to completion? I made the first move by creating you. And when I created you, I saw that what I had made of you was very good. I initiated this relationship long before you were even born. What you need to do is trust me to complete what I began. Trying to find your way to me is not the way stuff is done. 

Most times when you fail, you think I must be disappointed in you. But trust me, I anticipated all the mistakes you would make and all your failures long before you made them. That is why I had to die for the sins of the whole world for all time, not only for your sins up to the time you commit another one. 

I am not surprised when you fail. Rather, I long to hold you in my arms and reassure you of my unending love for you. You hinder me when you try to straighten up so you can deserve me more. So, stop looking at yourself and what you must do to get back in communion with me. I am always longing for you. I delight in you. I rejoice over you with singing at all times. (Zephaniah 3:17). I am madly in love with you. I never leave you even for a second. Would you just stop trying to be good enough for me? 

You are already good enough, because when I see you, I see that you are just like Jesus (1 John 4:17) and proclaim that you are my beloved child in whom I am well pleased (Matthew 3:17). Can you get any better than that? 

So go buy yourself some ice cream and have a party! You are daddy's beloved daughter. And he delights in you! Very much!! 

And don’t forget I am always looking out for you. 

With an everlasting love,