Pure Insanity…. A Story of the four guys who lost their minds

 

Insanity they say is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result….. hmmm. I grew up with the understanding that insanity is that moment when reality is lost and is exhibited by an action that causes others to run, stare and sometimes cry in shame of the action.  

Of all the stories in the bible this is the most insane, a story of a helpless bunch of lepers who had no hands and studs for feet yet they didn’t just make a decision but took the decision. They came to point when they weighed (measured) their circumstance and took the tougher option.

As insane as this story may seem, it’s ok to ask questions sometimes like why didn’t God heal and provide them at the gate ? Every time that question arises remember the answer of Jesus when He was asked, who sinned that this man was born blind? Jesus made it clear that no one sinned but he was born blind that the power of God could be seen. John 9:2-3 NLT (Another very interesting story)

 Yes the guys were lepers because the glory of God was to be made manifest in their lives.

Motive…

Now the punch line (this is the part that really cracks me up in this story) their initial motive was to surrender after all death was certain in both situations. But they saw hope and a chance that their life may be spared in the tougher option.

Time…

They chose a time to move which was at dusk… Can’t help but ask again, why didn’t they move at day time? They could hardly move their bodies so why choose a time when they could hardly see their way? They were lepers…

Reach your destination

They finished their journey… and found no one there…

Perception…

Now I want to end this story without getting to its end… it strange indeed what God did for these lepers who lost their minds and did an insane thing. Let reflect now… what they did wasn’t something huge…but it made a huge difference in the nation.

Connect the dots…

Let’s go back to what they did… they were on their way to surrender at dusk…

Sometimes you will need to measure the options and it may seem like the tough/ tougher option but if it’s God’s option then be guaranteed of no contention… no struggle…

You may have to embark on the journey at dusk on your knees in pain, in tears, in hunger and in prayer but be assured Joy comes in the morning.

When you reach you destination go forward!

 

 

‘Now there were four men with leprosy at the entrance of the city gate. They said to each other, “Why stay here until we die? 4If we say, ‘We’ll go into the city’—the famine is there, and we will die. And if we stay here, we will die. So let’s go over to the camp of the Arameans and surrender. If they spare us, we live; if they kill us, then we die.”

5At dusk they got up and went to the camp of the Arameans. When they reached the edge of the camp, not a man was there, 6for the Lord had caused the Arameans to hear the sound of chariots and horses and a great army, so that they said to one another, “Look, the king of Israel has hired the Hittite and Egyptian kings to attack us!” 7So they got up and fled in the dusk and abandoned their tents and their horses and donkeys. They left the camp as it was and ran for their lives.

8The men who had leprosy reached the edge of the camp and entered one of the tents. They ate and drank, and carried away silver, gold and clothes, and went off and hid them. They returned and entered another tent and took some things from it and hid them also.’

2Kings 7:3-8 NIV

 

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Love and Blessings

C.S EBENIRO

WHEN DREAMS DIE…

An indescribable feeling; mixed feelings, a mixture of pain and hope deep down inside. A feeling of hurt when dreams dies, especially if it was one you have desired for a very long time.

 It takes more to kill a dream, yet it takes a dream to kill a dream. a bigger dream… a stronger dream to kill a mere dream.

 

“In fact, no one can enter a strong man’s house and carry off his possessions unless he first ties up the strong man. Then he can rob his house.” Mark 3:27 NLT

 

A new dream is a stronger dream, a deep passion, an awakening, to the reality of your existence however not making the old dream irrelevant but a stepping stone to a dream in a greater future.

 we must never take for granted the role our gifts and talents play in our dreams they are all in the process of making our lives better. A better life is a richer life not only materially but mentally, emotionally and physically. I have grown to understand that emotional, mental and physical wealth is worth more that material wealth as a lack of the former will result in wastage and  wrong decision making.

 Dreams don’t die to kill you. Dreams are given to reinvent you to make you a better brand every time. An extreme overhaul from  the scars of broken places and painful events in life.

 Dreams shared with a friend or loved one who died is still worth pursuing not a rejected stone but  a corner stone in memory of that friend or loved one and in a celebration of your life as one who brings dreams into fulfillment .

The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone” Psalm 118:22 NIV

 

 

When dreams die…that’s when new dreams are born

 

Loads of Love and Blessings

C.S EBENIRO

WE don’t have tomorrow…

While we are busy reading meanings to words and actions,

acting all judgmental and all important.

While we dust up our malice portfolio and gossip report.

While we isolate and mistreat.

We forget that death it snatches, faster than the snap of our fingers.

We forget that we will always have words unsaid,Love unloved, feelings un[not]shared,

friends un[not]hugged, laughter un[not] laughed.

We forget the little things we take for granted like LIFE...

Let’s talk, let’s live, let’s love we don’t have tomorrow.

 

C.S EBENIRO

CLOSED!

It all started with a slight knock then hard banging on the door, so hard it work me up from a deep sleep. ‘Hello, please open the door.’ I knew I would die, the moment I opened the door I would be dead. Now the yelling and the name calling ‘OPEN! Open the door now’ they scream. No longer asleep but wide awake, up and thinking of the last time I opened the door, the loot… they took everything… I lost everything… everything beautiful I have ever had. I lost because I opened.

Today they will have to breakdown the door to get to me. I am not moving and won’t be moved by their accusations and their shouting.

I won’t pretend like I don’t hear them. I hear every word loud and clear. I won’t hide; I’m done living in denial. I am opening this door and confronting them. Face to face!

 Today I am guarding what belongs to me. I am guarding my heart with all diligence! Those crazy thoughts of fear and failure may get a grenade and blow up every sane thought I’ve got but I have made up my mind, I’m closed and I am not losing this battle.

Not anymore…I am CLOSED and more than a conqueror. 

Laughter in my Tears

I cried and laughed at the same time,
 tears not from deep hearty laughter but a wail mixed with laughter 
emanating from an inarticulate deep thought of whom I had become and
 all I had lost in the journey of becoming who I am now.
 How could I have missed out on what was mine? 
I was sure,
 very certain,
 I spoke about it, 
I saw the clear picture,
 a graphic illustration, 
the signs, 
I heard it and even bragged about it,
now it slipped right out of my hand. 
Now all I can see is a blurred picture through my tears. 
A picture that speaks to me,
 it says how can you have what was never yours?
 It says if it was yours, your hands would show it.
 The laughter through the tears, from hope of a future beyond my measure,
 a vision that can only be a dream of impossibility 
but I choose the laughter over the tears… I choose you.

…That Same Dream!

Another night, another morning… yet that same dream.

Grateful for life but that same dream

Good mornings, bad days, sad moments,

laughter filled evenings and reflective late nights

Still that same dream

Your dream! that same dream is possible

Your dream  a sign that you have overcome impossibility.

An unconscious motion picture of no ability of yours that

Caused you to lose sleep, the thought in itself is an impossibility,

yet you dreamed

Your dream means you have dared impossibility

Your dream means you have threaded the ground of impossibility

 Now its time for you to soar in the sky of possibility!

The winds? the winds may be against you but you will soar above!

You will soar above impossibility and limitation,

above fear and their silence.

..Your dream, that same dream is possible.

Your dream is possible!Welcome the time, the season, the moment where you move from impossibility to possibility!

Loads of love and blessings

C.S EBENIRO

The Buried Talent

I woke up with this thought in my head… the parable of the talents, the story of the buried talent. I left my routine devotion and goggled the parable of the talent in Matthew 25 and I read the parable continuously with the same thought I woke up with in my head.

What if that one talent could speak? What would it have said? Screaming but no one hearing, as the servant poured the earth on it, it must have struggled to be seen wishing that someone would stop the servant.

The buried talent

His hand sweating as he held me,

It didn’t taste like salt, more of confusion and doubt.

He held me tightly in his hand so tight I choked

All I could do was mutter a prayer,

Lord let him use me, I am willing to produce.

He paced up and down in his room, talking to himself

I tried to listen but all I could hear was his inaudible mutter…

I hear him say ‘my master’, his voice with a tone of anger.

He sits, stands, hisses and shakes his head.

Why did I have to be that talent?  Why was I given to him?

I should have hid myself! I should have been picked and given to another.

Deep in my thought I did not realise that he had paced out of the room…

Where am I? Where did he bring me to?

A sigh of relief, as he opens his hand

As he releases me from the grip, he’s made up his mind to use me

Then he began to dig all I kept having flash backs of the master saying each of you given to his own ability. As he dug I could help to think that the master must have been wrong. He has so much strength he dug and dug and threw me in

i screamed, but no one heard, I cried but no one saw my tears. Don’t bury me, I begged him. I have all it takes, I‘ve got all you need use me, let me yield and increase, please use me, use me for anything but please don’t bury me.  The more I screamed the more earth he poured. Then I heard him stump his feet! He stumped harder like an elephant as he walked away.

Under the earth, all alone but not lonely, It wasn’t the loneliness that got to me, it was unproductivity, the denial of opportunity, I imagined how the others had flourished, nourished and replenished.

Every day I prayed that someday I would be found by one who would understand my purpose, my ability to increase, my capacity to multiply, my tendency to enlarge and my propensity to make wealth.

I hear footsteps, but very familiar footsteps, hear digging, I have been found but by him who buried me? Maybe he wants to change my location and still keep me buried…

It was my master that dug me up, not the one who buried me, but the one who ordained me.

I have been called up to testify against my master and In the presence of the Master, the story of increase by the others made me cry. I was ready to tell the master of my pain when my master sorry servant spoke.  His words filled with excuses and he points at me with regret.

Then I spoke yes master he is slothful! He used all his strength to bury me, he buried me!

 

C.S EBENIRO