Sunday, March 9, 2025

Unashamed

“And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and they were not ashamed” Genesis 2:25.

Whenever I’m around a toddler, I find their lack of guile intriguing. They might be a bit wary of a strange face initially, however once they get comfortable with you there’s no social filter. They’re completely trusting and can ask strangers for anything they want. That changes with time as adolescence kicks in and social graces are learned.   One way through which these graces are often taught is the advocacy of self-sufficiency or independence; however, true self-sufficiency is a myth.

We all need others. The benefits of communion include second-party feedback, encouragement, reinforcement of shared values and external validation; we tend to stay healthy when rooted in healthy communities rather than in isolation. Yet, problematic loneliness is an emerging global health issue.

The negative cultural connotation attached to vulnerability as well as negative consequences of being open and honest in our relationships are major factors that perpetuate the status quo. Shall we examine them together?



First, let’s look at what vulnerability is: being vulnerable is the quality of being exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed, either physically or emotionally. This state might be due to temporary or permanent frailty, fragility or feebleness. Vulnerability is a relative concept and often a post-hoc discovery; only becoming obvious when our defences are overwhelmed. It’s also stimulus-specific (for example, a house on a hill might be immune to floods but prone to wind damage) and is often the consequence of multiple previous, non-fatal attacks (leading to weakened defences).

Misinterpreting vulnerability for absolute weakness often leads to cultural stereotypes that promote social isolation and paradoxically make us more prone to attack. A lone wolf might project strength and independence by day; come nightfall however, the threat of attacks from smaller animals in packs (e.g hyenas) becomes very real. Apparently, being blind to areas in which we’re vulnerable leaves us constantly vulnerable.

We often underestimate the behaviour-modulating effects of past trauma. Fears about receptive (rejection, judgement, unfair criticism) and expressive (inadequacy, hurting others) consequences of being vulnerable are valid reasons to lock up and hide away especially when past scars were inflicted by those from whom we least expected them. The danger with avoidance reactions however is that they provide a false sense of security; no matter how many insulating layers we pile up or hide underneath, we’re still prone to being triggered by the appropriate stimuli.

How do we cope with our vulnerabilities?

First, embrace and own them. They’re as much parts of our persona as our other attributes so why not acknowledge and work around them? Cases in point; the extremely introspective and reflective Apostle Paul acknowledged the war between his renewed mind and Adamic flesh in his letter to the Romans (Romans 7:21-23) just as Jesus inadvertently divulged to his disciples that He had second thoughts about going through the ordeal of the cross (Matthew 26:39). These weren’t random acts of weakness in otherwise stoic individuals but rather expressions of vulnerability within safe spaces where they were unlikely to be criticised or judged.

And that brings us to the concept of safe spaces, which I like to refer to as interactions where we can let our defences down and be ourselves without fear of judgement or criticism. They could be one-on-one or group interactions: a spouse, close friend, mentor or therapist. These moments of introspection and complete honesty are vital in our personal growth journeys.

Finally, we would do well to identify a reason to press on despite feeling vulnerable. Often, the desire to complete a higher purpose or role we are meant to fulfil provides enough fuel to power on. For Christ, it was recognising that His work on the cross would bring mankind redemption while Paul’s encounter on the road to Damascus left him with a sense of purpose that he wasn’t going to abandon despite his imperfections.



Feeling broken or imperfect might tempt us into retreating into our shells or consider ourselves write-offs as far His will is concerned. However, we’ll do well to remember we’re built for His purpose and not our perceptions of perfection.

“But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellence of power may be of God and not of us”.  2 Corinthians 4:7

“And He said unto me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness’. ….. therefore, I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong”.  2 Corinthians 12:9-10


Saturday, February 1, 2025

The minority report


And they brought up an evil report of the land which they had searched …..” Numbers 13:32a

Let’s closely examine one of the main reasons we often remain in our comfort zones: self-sabotage aka autoimmunity of the mind.  Our natural defences stand in the way of our dreams as well as aspirations and the result's a failure to launch. The signs may be subtle (negative self-talk, perfectionism, procrastination, social isolation, being oversensitive) or overt (failing to plan/practise, avoiding responsibility, overworking) but it’s more instructive to examine the reasons why we choose to hide away in our cocoons of routine.  Low self-esteem, fear of vulnerability and the scars of past trauma often necessitate that we create layers that insulate us from criticism and hurt.

The fine line between constructive and destructive criticism might have been crossed in our interactions with others so it makes sense to develop defences that protect our sense of self-worth.  When we then fail to realise our inherent value (and worth), we tend to adopt the value ascribed to us by significant others regardless of their intentions (to build up or tear down) and begin to see ourselves as they see us until we no longer require their help in tearing ourselves down.  “ …and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so were we in their sight”  Numbers 13:33b.

400 years of mental programming can’t be overwritten overnight; not even witnessing the wonders of the plagues or crossing the Red sea by foot could override the low self-esteem inducing effects of a slave mentality in the face of resistance; Little wonder, He resigned Himself to waiting for another generation (who were not slaves) to emerge and take control of the promise (Numbers 14:26-30). Yet in the midst of the pity-party, Caleb provided hope of the emergence of an anti-fragile self-confident nation through a minority report, “ ……because he had another spirit with him” (Numbers 14:24a).

I’m no expert but in these matters, it helps to apply the axe to the root of the issue.  It is our duty to protect our sense of self-worth at all costs. Tackling negative self-talk, recognising one’s strengths and weaknesses, choosing environments that allow us add value through our current abilities while fostering growth, and celebrating little victories are vital rungs on the self-confidence ladder. Actively seek to develop mental resilience; resistance builds strength. And trust the process. Remember David, same chap with the sling and five smooth stones, had lots of practice protecting his father’s flock before facing Goliath? Self-confidence isn’t pride but the belief that we can do things well and are respected for it. Hard to believe a teenage boy was willing to take on who his “warrior” forefathers concluded was undefeatable.

Through our God we will do valiantly, for it is He who shall tread down our enemies” Psalm 60:12


Tuesday, January 7, 2025

Rumblings

Rumblings

Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life.  Proverbs 4:23 (NLT)

Can two walk together except they agree on the direction? Amos 3:3 (NLT)

Picture this; you’re on a cross-country road trip and the drive gets lonely. You decide to pick up a hitchhiker for company. In addition to the free ride, you buy them meals and cater to their requests (where to sit in the car, what music to listen to, when to turn the music off). Expectedly, they’re profuse with warmth and gratitude during the initial leg of the journey. However, as they get comfortable you notice a gradual shift in their demeanour. They become distant; your attempts to spark things up again are met with a cold wall of indifference. What started out as an interaction with lots of potential has morphed into a marriage of convenience. Sounds far-fetched? You’ll be surprised at how frequently this occurs.

Apparently, contentment lies midway along the gratitude-entitlement spectrum; thus, we have two halves made up of 2 loops. Let’s call them productive and comfort zones respectively, shall we?

Our minds are most productive when our hearts are filled with gratitude; motivation's high, and we’re driven to take on new challenges. So, we plough at life head-on powered by the memories of recent positive outcomes. However, with the contentment that comes from a string of successive victories, the comfort zone and its attendant dangers beckon. Examples abound throughout scripture: the Israelites’ shenanigans after leaving Egypt, David falling into sin when he stayed away from battle and more Israelite drama with repetitive cycles characterised by complacency, idolatry and repentance throughout the old testament.

Is it wrong to be content with our stations in life then? Definitely not. Paul says, “... true godliness with contentment is great gain” (1 Tim 6:6 – NKJV) while dissuading Timothy from the dangers of falling into Mammon’s allure.  Is it dangerous to be content? Potentially. When we fail to close the gratitude-contentment loop, we run the risk of veering off the divine path and end up feeling entitled rather than grateful.



It’s probably best to stay hungry so we have reasons to be grateful (victories). After all, David reminds us that "Blessed is the man that doesn't walk ....., stand ....or sit where he shouldn't" (Psalm 1:1) That said, when things don’t go as expected and we hear the faint rumblings of entitlement echo within our hearts, then it's time to bring out our trusty old compass and find our way back to His will through gratitude.

“In everything give thanks, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you“ 1 Thessalonians 5:18


Wednesday, December 25, 2024

2024

Ore,

Thanks for clicking that dubious looking link and getting here. I’ll try as much as possible to avoid the “TLDR” trap with this one.

First, what’s the purpose of this note? Two-fold: appreciation and encouragement. It’s that time again, isn’t it? We begin the week by celebrating His birth and end it with a transition into another time cycle. Somewhere in between, amidst all the fanfare and “dettiness”, we reflect, evaluate, give thanks and chart a path for the new year. Some would call it the most reflective time of the year.

You’re reading this because you’ve (intentionally or unintentionally) played a significant role in my personal journey; and this is my way of saying thanks.  No need to scratch your head, I’ll help you out.

Throughout scripture, we (church aka body of Christ) are described as a vineyard or forest of fruit-bearing trees. That’s His will for us as individuals; to be sturdy enough to withstand harsh environments yet rooted so deep that we still blossom with the fruit of the Spirit wherever we are. I’d say I’ve personally benefited from your fruit as well as your decision to stay rooted in Him; just as tree roots strengthen and compact soil, your rootedness has provided structural support that transcends physical distance.




I’d like to encourage you to stay the course for our journey as trees isn’t over. After all, wasn’t it a few years back we were but tender saplings, growing under the shade of mighty oaks. If you look down, you’ll find a few yungins who’re yet to develop trunk, bark or roots deep enough to withstand life’s gales; they might be spouses, kids or colleagues. Keep providing shade, let you leaves trap moisture that’ll water them and your roots the structural stability our forest needs. And let the sap in your trunk bubble with joy knowing you’re fulfilling His purpose despite the pain or inconvenience for His grace is sufficient for every purpose He has predestined us for.

Ephesians 3:14-21.

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Thursday, June 29, 2023

Insomnia


She hardly calls these days
And her absence
Is much appreciated
For when she does
I don't enjoy the outcome
And spend the next day
Feeling debilitated

Like a star-crossed lover
She knows my weak spots 
And uses them 
To force her way in 
Even though
I don't want her

Now I'm wide-eyed
Listening to crickets
And prayer calls from minarets
Fretting over tomorrow's decisions
And bridges
I haven't even encountered
Nor set foot upon yet

For the scars 
Of yesterday's bad outcomes
Are tiny chinks
In my emotional armour
She finds them, pushes
And in she comes
Taps on my hippocampus
Slips mental gears 
Into reverse
And digs up 
Buried images
Come tomorrow
I'll have to find 
Another cemetery
With side roads
Wide enough
To park this hearse

'Cos I'm not done diggin'
To inter
Yesterday's baggage
I still intend 
To travel light
And take my chances
Hoping my willpower
Hasn't suffered 
Lasting damage

The white towel


The clang was literally life-saving
And reverberated through 
Every hollow bone in his body
After successive intervals of intense body-beating
His legs could hardly bear any weight
Having turned to jelly
Four steps were all they could muster
Collapsing under him
As his trainer brought out the stool
And reached for the brow duster.

The cooling from the compresses 
Gradually spread to his aching muscles
Creeping upstream along venous tributaries
Until it arrived its destination
And he began to shiver

As the blood was mopped from his brow
And the underlying gash stapled
He cast a sidelong glance
At the white terrycloth
His trainer had left behind over there
In the darkness
Underneath the chairs
That made up the front row
A part of him longed to see it fly
Sail smoothly over the ropes
Into the incandescence
Land at the umpire's feet
And bring a halt 
To this nonsense
 
He kept staring at it though
For its shimmering in the dark
Evoked the memory of a story
His Nana loved to recount
Before he left for glory

Five kings had camped against a small city
"This was going to be a massacre
Not a battle"
One whispered to another
As they lay in their tents
The night before advancing
And right they were
For shrieks of terror 
Woke 'em up
While it was still dark
And the smell of burning flesh 
Caused them to choke
As they fled to a mountain cave
To watch the decimation
Of their troops in horror

However
As the day wore on
They grew less despondent
For even though 
They had been caught unawares
The enemy was outnumbered
"Nightfall would soon be upon us"
Said one to the others
Assuaging their fears
"For then we can count our losses
And plan our counterattack like bosses"

They soon discovered
The horror show wasn't over yet
Apparently the elements 
Had joined their foe to conspire
Against their haughty bet
It turned out to be
The longest recorded wait
For a sunset
And the sun's presence 
Was like a tonic to their adversaries
Who kept on fighting
Like they ran on alkaline batteries
Whispering under their breaths
Every few minutes
"The sun is still up"
Till all the kings' men
Had been killed or captured

The clang brought him back
To the present
He stole one last look
At the towel
Kicked up from the stool
And approached his adversary
"The sun is still up"
He muttered 
As he ducked and feinted

Friday, May 4, 2007

EXPECTATIONS II

Ok so my writing(and dedication to blogging) sucks but like i said in my first post,as much as possible,i intend to convey a message with each post; some directed at specific individuals, others, just a general theme most people can relate to. I've been labelled "deep"; my reply to that is this "life's deep and should be lived deliberately not by happenstance"(not so harsh-sounding i hope).
A coupla weeks back i wrote a little piece on expectations; my muses were a bereaved wife and her only son. What prompted the piece? My honest observation of the fact that matching people and expectations is a very delicate task much like looking for the right peg for the right hole. I like to think of people as the holes(they weren't designed to be moved around a lot) while expectations would be the pegs. Every reasonable sane person on earth carries pegs but it takes patience and maturity to wait for the right hole for a given peg. There are holes-in-evolution viz people becoming what we expect of them, holes that apparently come preformed(people who have learnt to fulfil the needs we express before we get to meet them).
Not to launch into an unnecessary tirade, placing the wrong peg in a hole can confuse the hole especially when he/she is yet to fully understand him/herself. And this happens very often. The mother-son muse was just an analogy in which i judged the mother guilty; Here's why: There are different needs filled by male roles in a woman's life; they include company/companionship, strength, mentorship and procreation. Some are filled by fathers, some brothers, platonic male friends/colleagues and a "special one". More often than not that special one's the male who's able to successfully fulfil or negotiate the fulfillment of these needs. This might just be why that one true love remains irreplaceable for most chicks. Placing all these expectations on an unprepared son can have one of 2 effects: It can
confuse him a short while then he bounces back or it can confuse him for a very long while; The latter being a situation whereby both parties do not broach the issue by TALKING about it. I bore you guys to death, don't I?
Anyway, today's piece looks at expectations from another perspective; It's an attempt to underscore their importance in oiling the wheels of personal progress. Pretty much a rose and thorn combination right? I say no more. Hope you enjoy reading it. And please share your opinion on the subject.


Today he lacks form;
Largely primordial in thought,
Ruled by his needs,
His mental processes shut down,
The minute they are filled.
He's got no vision
or plan or purpose
Time merges for him
The days indistinct from one another
No sense of direction
Hence no landmarks
To describe his journey thus far.


Yesterday was different though
The memory's mostly blurred now
Faded
Like a 20 year old polaroid
The details sketchy
But recognizable
Yesterday had form
And purpose
Yesterday was governed by others
And the need
To measure up
Or be left behind


Tomorrow!
The mere thought hurts now
Cos he knows he's so far behind
Catchin' up's a fool's dream.
At the end
Of his seven seasons of Idleness
He's learnt that expectations
As heavy as they might be
Are life's catalysts
whether invoked by others
Or self
They cause tiny little reactions
That add up to make the polaroid.


He picks himself up
Beats the dust from his clothes
And begins the long journey home.