Memoirs of a writer.
I scribbled something in my notebook, read it, shook my head and marked the page with an angry ‘X’. If I read the page later and still wasn’t impressed, it would end up in the waste paper basket.
“Good morning, Mr George.”
My writing table faced the window. Anybody who passed by in the compound could see me writing. However, I didn’t expect anybody to pass by that early except of course the owner of the house who had a mini-warehouse at the back of the building. She stopped in front of my window and looked at what I was doing.
“Good morning,” I replied cautiously, expecting her to move on and leave me alone with my thoughts.
“Why are you at home and not at work?” she inquired.
I wondered why she was asking. She had never been interested in what I did for a living as long as I paid my rent.
“I am a writer. This is my work.”
Technically, I wasn’t a writer because until then I had not written or published anything for public consumption.
“Ha,ha,ha!” She laughed with derision and looked at me with pity.
“You are a writer? You better get a job like everyone else instead of deceiving yourself that this is a job. Is this how you plan to feed your family?” She walked away, still talking to herself and shaking her head. “He says he is a writer. Wonders will never end.” Continue reading
The Voice Of Strangers.
For many years I wondered why I couldn’t sit under certain ministries. I felt odd and out of place in their midst. It wasn’t as if they were heretics who lived in open sin. They looked good on the outside. They preached ‘feel good’ messages that encouraged believers to ‘live their dream’ and ‘pursue their goals’. Superficially, nothing was wrong with what they preached, but I just couldn’t sit and listen to what they were saying. When many people in the congregation were shouting about how ‘awesome’ these preachers were, my mind was filled with doubt. I couldn’t see Jesus in what they were doing. I felt something was wrong, but I just couldn’t say exactly what.
As I grew in the things of The Lord, I began to understand that not all who call upon the name of Jesus are on His side. I realised that not all who preach in His name were sent by Him. So many people called and sent themselves to preach. It is apparent by the strange fruit which they produce that they are not sent. If you are careful enough to look beyond their rhetoric, you would discover from the fruit of their lives that they are not pursuing the Will of the Father. They are feverishly pursuing their own will and agenda, doing their own thing, building their own kingdoms and filling their temples with disciples made in their own image, not people conformed to the image of The Lord Jesus Christ.
Jesus said there are many thieves and robbers in the ministry. These are very dangerous people who care only for their belly and care nothing at all for your soul. Jesus called them strangers. The motive of strangers is not to feed and protect the sheep, but to fleece them, steal from them and ultimately destroy them. These strangers use the labour, sweat and blood of sheep to enrich themselves. They are quite charismatic and gifted. It is difficult for sheep to see beyond such disguise and deception, therefore, many are misled on a path of error. On their own, without a true guide, sheep tend to be very stupid creatures. They are gullible, easily deceived and misled. It takes Jesus to protect and guide sheep. If the sheep will submit and yield to The Lord Jesus, the sheep will be safe. Continue reading