They went into the house, and when they saw the child with his mother Mary, they knelt down and worshiped him. They brought out their gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh, and presented them to him..Mat 2:11
Do you know what the three gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, from the 3 wise men to baby Jesus, represent?
They were emblems of;
the royalty/regal office of Christ…gold was presented because He is King…
the divinity/priestly office of Jesus Christ…incense was presented because He is God…
the manhood/human office of Jesus…myrrh was presented because He was united to a human body through suffering and death…
…I shall fear no evil; for the Lord is with me…His rod and His staff…they comfort me…
Hey y’all!
Surprised? Don’t be…I had a running battle with sore throat for almost two weeks…you know the kind where you can hardly swallow even liquids? I had to brace myself for the sharp pain and discomfort whenever I had to swallow something…I was weak most times and slept like there was no tomorrow…
Thank God for a Pharmacist sister, a Nurse mum, a loving husband (he was truly a star during all of this), and an advisory dad…lol.
Seriously though, I thank God for my throat, and the ability to swallow without giving it a thought…thank God the husky/cracked/coarse voice is now a thing of the past…Imagine answering the phone and the person on the other end is scared or thinks I’m a man! hmmmm…the “little things” we so easily forget to thank God for…
With a grateful heart dear Lord, I give you thanks…
In the spirit of thanksgiving, a very B.I.G thank you to all of you who left good wishes, prayers and comments for my younger sister, on my last post, and to those who actually took the time to visit her wedding website…God bless you real good.
@ SolomonSydelle; the song really is very funny but rock on gurl…lol.
How’s everyone doing? I’ve missed you all, really.
Hubby and I went on a week’s holiday to the North of England (our very first time up North) to see my sister and her fiancé. We went to Darlington precisely, but also visited Bradford (where I got my hair done…it’s a lovely flowing, curly weave) and Newcastle…
Anyway, back to the main matter…my younger sister is getting married. Yipee! lol…The Church wedding is here in the UK in March 2010, while the engagement ceremony (traditional marriage) is in Nigeria in December. Further details are available on their lovely wedding website. Check it out HERE.
By the way, this sister of mine has been witholding sharing the many wonderful things God has done in her life here, on our Testimony Corner…please help me beg her to come and share them oh…lol.
PS; did you guys notice the lovely “feathered cake” in the pic?
A few days ago I saw a movie in which a man hit (beat) his wife in front of their 4 or 5 year old daughter, and she died as a result. A few days later, after being beaten, and crying bitterly, the little girl walks up to her dad and asks “daddy why do you hate me so much? You beat mummy and she died, now you are beating me too…even when I’m hungry, you still beat me”…
That reminds me of another movie I saw, probably a few years ago. There, a man who had the habit of hitting his wife, was beating her again, when he was hit on the head with a ceramic object, by their 7 year old boy who had simply had enough of daddy hurting mummy…The man died.
So, what’s to be done? Stand aloof and watch helplessly as dad hits mum (as in the little girl’s case) or attempt to defend mum, even if dad gets hurt or dies in the process (as in the boy’s case)?
Ok, forget about kids for a second…they’re only kids aren’t they?
As an ADULT, what would you do if your dad hit your mum…consistently…?
Have you ever had a sales man (or woman) knock at your door and try to sell you something? Have you been called up on phone by a sales person trying to do what he (or she) knows best?
Well, I have…especially the later. In fact, I once spent a week with a direct sales company, and from my interaction with sales people, I learnt a few basic techniques, that I believe they must have learnt from no other person than Jesus Himself…
My Bible study yesterday was on Matthew chapter 4, and it was like I had never read that portion of the Bible before. In verse 19, Jesus called His first two disciples, brothers Peter and Andrew (by the way, have you noticed that Jesus’ first four disciples were two sets of brothers?)…
The way that He called them, and the words which He spoke, reminded me very much of sales men…
Jesus said to them “Come, follow me, and I will make you fishers of men” (NIV)…now let’s break that down into the basic techniques of a sales man;
He spoke with Authority…”Come!” HE commanded
He told them what they had to do…”Follow Me“
He communicated the benefit (reward) to them…”I will make you fishers of men“
HE spoke in the language that they understood…”Fishers“…because they were by profession, fishermen
And in verses 20 and 22, something about the way He spoke, evoked an immediate, positive response in His potential disciples…”At once, they left their nets and followed him”…”and immediately they left the boat and their father and followed him” (NIV).
PS; What is your understanding of a “Fisher of men”? I think it means a “soul-winner”…what do you think?
I’ve grumbled about not having a paid job for so long, forgetting to thank you for the opportunities that you’ve opened up for me during this period, to make a difference, and to touch lives positively…
I’ve complained about not having MY OWN money to spend, neglecting to thank you for the wonderful man by my side, who insists that HIS money IS MINE too, and for giving him a wonderful job, with a wonderful boss, and wonderful opportunities…
I’ve whined about how my Masters degree and Chartered qualification seem to be hindering me from getting a job, as some recruiters have tagged me as “overqualified” (Read this post HERE), overlooking the possibility that if I’m being turned down for lower level positions, it can only mean that You have bigger and better things in stock for me…
I’ve murmured severally about not having any tangible creative skills or talents, not rembering that You have poured so much into me, and that all I need to do is simply look inwards, and draw out the “gold” that You have deposited in me…
I’ve complained about not HAVING, whereas, it’s really that I have not been DOING…and that it has been during this period of my not having, that You have showed up most and taken care of my EVERY need…it’s been during this time that You have increased us materially/financially, in the most unexpected and miraculous of ways…
Here’s Your baby Dee checking in Lord, to say thank you, for EVERYTHING (including the seemingly normal things like going to toilet, or getting up in the morning)…
I’m saying thank You Lord
…for life, excellent health, and soundness of mind…
…for being able to eat whatever we want, whenever we want…
…for our new, beautiful home…
…for ALL of our loved ones; family, friends, and neighbours…
…for our wonderful Church, Pastor, and Church friends…
…for daily inspiration/motivation/encouragement; Your WORD…
…for a renewed and strengthened walk with You…
…for You ALWAYS being there, and being God…
…for the opportunity to say I’m sorry…
Now and Henceforth, I’m Grateful!
PS; As contradictory as this may sound, I’d like you all to read THIS POST…
I must apologise for not having updated Anoda Phase this past two weeks. It’s been a very hectic time for hubby and I, but thank God, things are finally settling down.
How are you all? Have you missed me as much as I’ve missed you? Lol.
For those of you who have blogs, best believe I’ll be raiding your blogs any time from NOW.
I haven’t come up with an original post yet, so bear with me.
However, I came across this very good (and comic) video on You-tube, with the speaker analysing men’s brains and women’s brains, and the very distinct differences between them.
While I do not agreee with EVERYTHING the speaker said, I’ll be first to admit that he hit on some raw truths. I also found myself sometimes falling into the MEN’S BRAINS category…funny hun? Not! But I love me still…lol.
Watch the video below, and do let me know what you think, by leaving a comment.
A few days ago I saw a movie in which a man hit (beat) his wife in front of their 4 or 5 year old daughter, and she died as a result. A few days later, after being beaten, and crying bitterly, the little girl walks up to her dad and asks “daddy why do you hate me so much? You beat mummy and she died, now you are beating me too…even when I’m hungry, you still beat me”…
