Instead of being a source of finding inner strength and wisdom to take action, prayer can become a crutch, an excuse, a reason for leaving things undone, leaving things the way they are, refusing to do anything to move your life forward.
Instead of taking action, instead of doing something, doing what we can to change our situation, we resort to prayer, not to empower us to act, but an empty ritual behind which we hide from the reality of our lives, therefore things remain as they are because we do not take action.
It is action that changes things.
It is action that causes us to assert ourselves, assert our vision, ideas, thoughts on reality.
It is action that moves us in the direction of our dreams.
Practiced right, prayer ought to pull us into the arena of action with wisdom.
Prayer should be a spiritual exercise from where we receive clarity, inner strength and divine strategies to take action.
Prayer should not be a cop-out or a denial of reality. It should not cause us to live inside of a shell, inside a bubble of illusions. Continue reading
The Foolishness of Solomon.
For a man who had a reputation for wisdom, Solomon was such a fool. How else would you describe a man who married 700 wives and had 300 concubines on the side?
Marriage to one person is complex enough, who then but a lunatic or a fool would acquire 700 spouses?
Solomon thought he was wise but any wisdom that moves you away from depending on God is foolishness. First, he married an Egyptian princess, the daughter of Pharaoh to form a political and military alliance with Egypt, to secure his kingdom. Then he proceeded to marry 699 more princesses, daughters of the kings that surrounded him on all sides. He wanted to form an alliance with his enemies so that there would be peace in his kingdom. It all seemed wise. He got the temporal peace he desired, but at what price? Continue reading
The Enemy Within 5
“Don’t accept that invitation. It’s a trap!”
“My friend don’t be so dramatic,” Samson read through the golden scroll he had just received from a messenger. “It’s a party organised by Delilah to honour my contribution to the people of Gaza.”
“I swear it is a trap!” Jahula insisted.
“So you overheard two people discuss how they will set a trap for me. That doesn’t mean anything.” Samson said.
Jahula was getting frustrated with his friend. He just wasn’t listening. Samson could be so obstinate.
“Do you know how many people plot against me daily? They come up with crazy plans and I always outwit them. Last week, when I was in Suki’s house, I saw some strange movements around the house and suspected that the Philistines were planning to trap and destroy me there. I woke up at midnight and carried the gate of the city on my shoulder. They couldn’t do anything to stop me.”
“But if you hadn’t been at Suki’s house that wouldn’t have happened in the first place. You weren’t supposed to be there.”
Samson was lost in thought. “Suki was very good to me. I plan to see her again this week.”
Jahula held his friend’s arm. “Forget about that ungodly woman and listen to me. They seek to destroy you at this party.”
Samson snatched his arm away. “Can’t you tell by now that I am indestructible?”
Hearing those foolish words proceed from the mouth of his friend made Jahula cringe. This wasn’t the man he had known for the past twenty years. This was a different man. A certain darkness had come over Samson’s soul, it had blinded him to the dangers surrounding him. Now he thought he was indestructible. The sin in his soul had deceived him. Samson used to be deeply spiritual but he seemed to have lost the spiritual fervency he once had. It began with the parties, the wine, then with more successes at war came the women. Beautiful women wanted him and he wanted the very worst of them. Samson seemed to have a death wish because he always fell in love with the most treacherous of women. It was either a prostitute today or the daughter of a priest of baal tomorrow. Continue reading