Tag: honor

Honor among gossips? WHAT!

No, not really.

Honor is something that should dwell among us. A step further: it should dwell on our lips in what we say or what we keep ourselves from saying. Let honor fare better with us that among thieves. This coming from a man who has made so many mistakes in this area. Oh well…God help us.

Let’s cross examine Joseph (the dreamer’s) story. First, we learn that Joseph has dreams of ruling. Jacob loves Joseph more than his other children which sparks jealousy and hate. Joseph’s brothers sell him to the Ishmaelites (ironically my name is Ishmael) and the Ishmaelite’s sell him in Egypt.

We know Joseph rises in rank and is in charge of Potiphar’s house. Next, he is framed by Potiphar’s wife, he is put in prison, and years later, after interpreting Pharaoh’s dream, he is made Viceroy of Egypt. It will be 7 years later when a famine (agricultural depression) hits and his brothers come to Egypt to buy food (1).

Woa wooa wooa…! What’s your point?

Okay! Why didn’t Joseph send an email back to Canaan to tell his father Jacob he was alive? I’m sure they had either Camel or Donkey telecommunication services. That’s how word traveled. Okay, maybe when Joseph was being transported by the Ishmaelites he was only a transaction with no rights. No big deal.

What about when Joseph was head of Potiphar’s house? He most definitely could have sent an e-mail (eagle/bird mail) to his dad. Why didn’t he? Even so, when he became Viceroy of Egypt, he could have gone back or sent a messenger: why didn’t he? Continue reading “Honor among gossips? WHAT!”

IF NOT FOR HER…

Hello fam –

For a while now, my life has been like a game of pool and my actions like the pool stick. Everything I did felt like I was trying to hit stripped balls into the table’s pockets. Finally, I am at the “8” ball, the last piece for me to play to win the game of pool.

In real life lingo, I can’t figure out what that “8” ball is for me to do so I can complete this season of my life. I am thinking if I can figure it out, I would know what to do to complete this season of my life.

But, it seems God is hinting that it has to do with STOPPING and REFLECTING on my roots. Its as if He is urging me to do this before this circle of my life, which has felt like an evenly matched game between my faith and the forces of evil, ends.

After the shooting in Texas this week, I stopped to think. As I interceded for Sutherland, the Texas Files in my soul were opened. I recalled and smiled at good and bad memories. But, I had to STOP what I had been doing altogether when I received unpleasant news yesterday.

I called to greet my godmother and found she died on September 20th. That’s almost a month and a half ago. I was in shock. And this is happening around the time of my “twin” brother’s one year death anniversary. So, this week, has been interesting.

So, instead of the usual posts about faith, family, process, or developing destiny, I want to remember my godmother, share what she did for me, and some defining lessons from her life as a woman, mother, wife, and missionary.

First, I have to confess.

The first thing that I thought of after hearing the news of her passing was whether I had honestly spent enough time with her

OR

Whether I could have called her more often to just talk and connect. I do my part but I almost felt guilty of not talking to her as often as I wished

Nevertheless. She wouldn’t want me having those feelings.

So, in brief,

This is what Esther Lekunze (Pastor Es as we called her) did for me – Continue reading “IF NOT FOR HER…”

HONOR – GETTING ‘THERE’ WITH CLASS

Honor is such a paradox!

I have been hanging out with Koreans lately.

The way they show their friends and elders respect is interesting.

When Koreans meet each other, they slant their heads. When they meet their elders, they bow to show respect as they shake the hand of the one the honor. My aesthetic understanding might not be completely accurate

In my culture though, we sometimes bow. But often, we greet with the right hand and support that right hand with the left hand. Sometimes, slanting a little and adding some space.

These are traditions and they can be treated as that.

But I am a cruious fella. Continue reading “HONOR – GETTING ‘THERE’ WITH CLASS”