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Lord, what shall I do?

the annunciation

Everytime we pray, we’re always asking, “Lord, I need…” or “Lord give me…” We always know what we need from God. But how many times do we remember to ask Him, “What do you want me to do Lord?” or “What shall I do?”

Nowadays there are many false prophets, and what they want people to believe is that God only talks to them. What they fail to realize is that God actually talks to everyone; whether they believe in Him or not and what makes the difference is whether we listen or not.

Many people will refute this because in their minds, God would speak to someone in a booming baritone, or alternatively one would expect some major sign like the wind howling, windows banging as they shut violently, leaves falling from branches as trees bend and all… but truth is God has more subtle ways of visiting us, and it’s only when we’re quiet; when we listen to the voice inside our hearts that we actually hear God’s voice.

He guides us; speaking to us through our conscience…for instance, when a married woman/man keeps getting hit on by other men/women, especially on social media and all, God gives them the shrewdness to know they should remain faithful to their partners.

Nonetheless, some people adamantly ignore that voice and subsequently go ahead to engage in clandestine affairs. Even then, they continue to feel tormented by guilt, because at the back of their minds they know that is wrong. That little voice in our heads going on and on that whatever it is we’re doing is wrong is God’s voice… or that voice urging us to do something good that we’re so afraid of doing

Additionally, we should strive to do good. When we hurt others, it’s not God’s work we’re doing, but the devil’s. If you’re in a public place for instance, and you see someone crying, don’t just pull out a phone and send the person’s crying face with captions like, “Stress is real…” on networking sites.

It is sad, that nowadays many young people seem to have lost touch with reality. Everything done is mainly to impress a wider audience-mostly on social media. It’s advisable for one to reach out to the aggrieved person instead of mocking them; even if they are rude, you will have the satisfaction of knowing you tried. That is doing God’s work; doing the extra ordinary; even blessing those who wrong us.

Many people seem to be under the impression that God’s work entails going to church every Sunday, reading the bible, donating money to charity (even when the donations are merely a pretext, so one can win over the public) …

Truth is, there’s someone who’s never stepped foot in a church/a place of worship, but they will go to heaven regardless. This is because, they spend their lives serving God, even though they may be oblivious to it. In actual sense, they are better than the pastors/church ministers who stand in the pulpit, preaching God’s word and later go on to sleep with married women from their congregation.

They are better than those of us, who have crammed several verses of the bible but when we go out there we’re the cause of breakups between married folks; we instigate fights between friends; basically perpetuating hatred and violence.

Being a believer in God is more than just going to church and reading the bible. Of importance is whether we live what we preach or we just preach love and brig hatred? Kindness, and push away those who come to us for help…

God gets really pleased with us when we dedicate our lives to help others. Sometimes we may be willing to serve Him somehow but we are unable to figure out how. If in silence, we ask Him to help us know what to do, He will talk to us.

As we ready ourselves for the birth of the Messiah, we should reflect on Mary’s humility… When the angel Gabriel visited her, telling her she would conceive by the power of the Holy Spirit, she didn’t object, instead, full of humility, she replied, “I am the Lord’s servant, may it happen to me as you have said.” (Luke 1: 38).

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In the same way, we should focus on God’s voice; listen to His command and ask Him to grant us the grace to do, that which He desires from us.

Let’s invite God into our hearts; that He may be born in us this Christmas.


Charity- of fake beggars


In my previous post I talked about helping the needy, because that is just one of the best way we can show our love for God. Then I realized something; nowadays many people are so skeptical about helping others, and it’s not because they’re mean, but simply because they’re not sure if they are helping someone or just being ripped off.

When walking from work in the company of two work mates, who are also my friends, one evening two years ago, we met a small girl; I would presume she was about six years. She looked quite ragged, with her short hair disheveled and her dress dirty and worn out. It was slightly past eight in the evening, and I could tell she was freezing; she didn’t have a sweater on.

She walked up to my friends and me, and stood in front of us with her hand outstretched. I stepped towards her, and placing my hand on her shoulder, I bent forward, so we were on the same level as I talked to her. “Who are you here with? Are you alone?” I was concerned because she was roaming the streets at that time alone; there was no telling what could happen to her; she was so vulnerable. It just wasn’t safe.

“I’m with my brother.” She replied, barely above a whisper. I had to lean in to hear her clearly.

“Your mom, where is she?” I pried. It occurred to me that maybe she was an orphan or had run away from home like many street children, but I had to ascertain.

“She’s home. She sent my brother and me to find money. If we go home empty handed she will punish us severely.” I sympathized with her; she was out there because her mom had sent her to find money. Her brother wasn’t anywhere in sight so I figured they had split, agreeing where to meet later. A part of me resented her mother for subjecting her kids to such insecurity; the young girl could get raped or worse… but then I reckoned I shouldn’t judge the woman because I didn’t know what state she was in.

I reached into my purse, pulled out some change, and gave it to her. My friends followed my cue and gave her some money too. It was only mid-month, so we didn’t have that much on us. Her face lit up, evidently pleased, and she scurried, disappearing into a street corner.

Almost twenty minutes later, we walked into a supermarket, which was just a few blocks from where we’d seen the girl. I wasn’t going to buy much so I just picked a shopping basket. After taking a few rounds picking the items we needed, my friends and I walked to the counter to pay. It was while we were making a turn at the entrance of the section we were in, that we stepped aside to excuse a lady who was pushing a big cart.

My eyes almost sprung out of their sockets in shock as I saw the young lady who was behind the shopping cart. I’d never seen her before, but the sight of the little girl we’d met earlier beside her helping to push it made me feel cheated. A young boy, who I presumed was the brother she’d told me about was also with them. He wasn’t much older than she was. I just couldn’t believe it. I felt duped. The young lady didn’t look needy one bit. The items in her cart only confirmed what I felt; she had used her innocent daughter to rip off unsuspecting people like me.

That night I almost vowed to never help anyone else, but then I reckoned there could be someone who could be really in need. A few days later we bumped into that same girl. She came to us, but since we already knew her mom was an able woman, we walked past her, a word unsaid. We passed a dimly lit alley and we saw a woman sitted there; we assumed that was her, waiting for her daughter to bring her the money given to her by kind-hearted strangers.

On a normal day, it just happens I run into many beggars; and on most occasions I have to reason my way out of conflicting emotions, wondering if they’re just people trying to make easy money. I see many people walking past them, and even though I sympathize with the needy person-because some are genuine-I feel I can’t also blame those who don’t offer them help; those who just walk by, failing to acknowledge that there’s a sick or hungry person asking for help sitted on the dirty sidewalks; because their actions could be inspired by caution as opposed to egocentricity.

I realized at the end of the day one can’t tell the fakes from the genuine ones, so if I have anything to give I’ll just give it to anyone, hoping it’s one of the genuine ones, because if I said I wouldn’t help so I don’t get conned, I could be punishing a genuine beggar because of a fake one’s iniquities.