Letters to my Daughter

To my Beloved Daughter

I am writing this letter to you because I love you and want you to grow up to be a woman of substance in this world so full of.... to be continued.

Challenge to forgive...

It has been long not writing to my brothers. Today let me take this opportunity to talk about something that will set you free.
Forgiveness.
We often do things that we later regret doing them. We say things unknowingly they hurt the hearer. Yet we still carry in our hearts the burden of grudge and unforgiveness. There is nothing as heavy as a grudge especially if the grudge is fueled by unforgiveness. Sometime ago I made a decision not to stay bound in chains of hurt and pain caused by unforgiving heart. Let me show you what plagues the unforgiveness plant in your heart. Every time you see your emeny/someone who hurt you prospering and achieving great things, you start to be jealous of his/her successes. That seed sprout to become rooted in your heart anf all you wish for is that your enemy could die so that your heart can have peace. Eventually you will realise that you hace become a witch. Jealousu and witchcraft are sisters born by hatred and unforgiveness. After I read Matthew 6, I said to myself why should carry this whole unforgiving burden alone whereas my enemy is walking freely.

A woman was standing by the roadside when a motorist stopped by to give a lift. She was carrying a huge bag on her head. It looked heavy yet even when she was inside the car, she never put it down. She was still carrying it with her head. The driver asked her to put it down, she refused. There a million brothers out there who are just like this woman. Even when offered to put down their burden of unforgiveness they refuse. Vow by the grave that they won't forgive. Forgiveness sets you free not the other person. In life you will be hurt, you will be broken, you will be torn, you will be disgraced and humiliated by the very same people close to your heart. Your wife will disrespect you and humiliated you. Your husband will bring you sicknesses. Your children will tear you apart. Your closest friend will sleep with your wife. You will cry and cry. You will detest everyone who had hurt you. But the heart that is broken is yours. The choice that you will make after a dreadful encounter will determine your liberty. The way to healing starts with forgiveness. When you forgive you simply say what didn't kill me has made me stronger. I normally say your enemies are your key to success. The my brothers keeper philosophy is that if you can not forgive other people then why would you want to be forgiven of your wrong doings?

A forgiving heart says no one is an angel.

Unforgiveness blocks your vision, it clouds your judgement. The right person on earth is you. The rest are evil and want to destroy you. But when you forgive you glow.

Let go of the burden and live freely.

Springkan Thando Ndala - Bishop Pd Spencer

My Brother's Keeper

Where are the men?

Hope we learn from this story... I call it The PLUMB PARACHUTE...

Charles Plumb was a fighter pilot in Vietnam. After dozens of combat missions, a missile destroyed his plane. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy territory. He was captured and spent six years in a Vietnamese prison. He survived that ordeal and now lectures about lessons learned from that experience. One of his favorite stories illustrates the importance of seemingly small contributions.


One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said, "You're Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!" "How in the world did you know that?" asked Plumb. "I packed your parachute," the man replied. Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude. The man pumped his hand and said, "I guess it worked!" Plumb assured him, "It sure did – if your 'chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't be here today."

Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man. He thought of the many hours the sailor had spent on a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each parachute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn't know.

Now, on his speaking tour, Plumb asks his audience, “Who's packing your parachute?”

We all have someone who provides what we need to make it through the day. Who is counting on you to lend a hand or otherwise support their efforts? Perhaps more importantly, have you thanked those individuals who have contributed to your success?
 
At the end of the day we should be able to ask ourself this simple question: AM I MY BROTHERS KEEPER OR AM I MY BROTHERS KILLER?

Where are the men?

I have from time to time asked myself a question where are the men. I grew up without a father and as a boy it was never easy. Raised by a woman who never understood what boys go through in their puberty stages is never an easy thing. My mother did a fine job by raising all by herself. I continually asked myself where is my father. I looked everywhere hoping that someone would recognise me as his son but none did. Today we still see men who abandon their offspring without an acceptable reason. Some are dragged to the maintenance courts to support their seed. The question still stand where are the men?

Our little boys are turning into monsters we will never be able to tame, just because men are absent. Today women are forced to be strong whereas they were never intended to be strong. How are we going to have a nation or perhaps a society of boys who are so eager to become responsible men if men are not acting to what they have been called to? Our boys and women need strong men who will stand in the gap. Not mighty men in terms of fists and weapons, but men who are strong at heart and character. Men who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of others.

Indeed today we are clouded with men with selfish desires, men who would do anything to see their fellow man suffering. Back to the topic, where are men when our country is turning into a greedy and corrupt community? Where are the men when our boys are getting destroyed in drugs(i.e. nyaope, dagga, tik, alcohol)? Where are men when poor little girls get raped? Where are men when women get beaten like punching bags? Do we still have men? Do we still have men who stand for what is right?

This is a message to all men...
WHERE ARE YOU?