Catching 40 winks worth of zeds or zees 😀

Jesus said come unto me all who are weary and I will give you rest.

The Lord gives His beloved sleep.

Reading in frankie magazine about drink concoctions to assist with our sleep got me thinking how inadvertently our temperament or ability to stay peaceful is affected by our lack of sleep.

That’s why the devil robs us of sleep by distracting our minds with temptations, worries for the future or unresolved conflicts.

This is why Jesus said don’t let the sun go down while you’re still angry and don’t give the devil a foothold.

The more we allow anger or unforgiveness to grow inside us the more it festers inside us and eats away at our contentment replacing it with bitterness and resentment.

If we have one thing against someone it’s easy for our once rose colored spectacles to become clouded over making our view cracked by false judgement seeing everything that person does or says as being wrong or being motivated by an imaginary vendetta against us.

If we cannot it at a table with someone without fretting that they are going to smash your face in like a crushed soda can if your lips make the slightest utterance that contains a whiff of unsavory flavor something is seriously wrong.

We must not be motivated by fear.

The media or society at large tries to set us all against each other.

We may experience prejudice because of our skin pigmentation, religious beliefs or sexual preferences.

The tv shows n movies we grow up watching are a massive influence on the way we see the world.

This influence has diverse effects both adverse and beneficial on shaping how we perceive other cultures and our own.

If you understand that culture and worship come from the same root word ethnos you should have peace anywhere on earth.

Our cultures have been corrupted from their original intent to praise and glorify God.

Even songs that have been used to glorify the wrong God or making a god of self can be redeemed for His higher purpose.

Some people think peace can only be brought at the point of a sword but that just creates corpses it doesn’t build bridges of friendship.

As christians we want people to know God’s peace but we want them to decide to invite Him into their hearts for themselves we should never force them into it.

Jesus is known as the prince of peace.

In His other nature the Holy Spirit He is represented by a dove of peace or in ancient celtic Christian lore as a goose.

He is known as our helper and comforter.

They say it’s good to have a little bit of stress to keep us from making foolish decisions and bringing harm upon ourselves.

Sometimes a trusted friend can help us find solutions or assist us in decision making however far away their distance may be from us.

Sometimes in the stress and anxiety of a whirlwind of confusion we lack the clarity to be able to see our situation through the correct lens.

We don’t see beyond our problem we just see the walls closing in on us.

Sometimes the further removed people are from our situation the more they are able to speak into it and help us out of our muddy puddles cos their lives are not so deeply entangled with ours that they won’t automatically take our side or someone else’s.

Clarity is the most amazing thing and it can arrive at us from the most unlikely sources.

You may get to the point in your relationship or friendship with someone when you run out of stories to share with one another.

Don’t let that be an excuse to throw in the towel.

You can always sing together or engage in some other frenetic activity that occupies your minds while still building Intimacy and fostering companionship.

Don’t beat yourself up when you make a mistake.

That’s the way the cookie crumbles my friend.

Just ask God’s forgiveness and if done with a sincere heart you will be flooded instantly with joy and peace.

You can’t change the past but you can change the future.

God can prevent the bad habits and behavioural patterns of the past from leaking into your present and robbing you of a future.

Just because you started out in your relationships as a dirty rotten cheater cos of the example shown you by one or both of your parents it doesn’t automatically follow that your footprints will imitate theirs exactly step for step.

It helps to bear in mind those things about your parents you do and don’t wish to replicate when you interact with others.

You are your own person even when you find yourself adapting and adopting parts of their personality.

Don’t try to resist this natural replication or inexact transference unless their behavior contradicts our savior.

Although I believe God can get His angels to stand between us and potential murderers, rapists , robbers or all round general exploiters or time wasters who just drain our energy ,steal our joy and use and abuse us i also see the wisdom in the pearl given me by my friend and fellow rapper grace -peace for your mind peace for your soul and a piece in your pocket get some peace for your home

You can interpret this as a Jesus piece if you wish but I wear a Jesus less cross cos He’s risen from the dead.

I have no beef with you if you do though cos I’m all about focusing on what unites us rather than what unties us.

I just see the necessity of pointing out flaws in people’s logic and I welcome people to do it to me if they are loving, accurate and don’t stoop to low blows of insults which gets up my nose.

Say what you want about me but leave my God and my family alone.

Do birds have happier families by isolating themselves from each other earlier in life. ?

Maybe the secret of being happy together is focusing primarily on each other’s happiness above our own.

What do you think. ?

3 cheers for a more selfless healthy and peaceful world

Let us rest in peace while we still breathe



How peace relates to demonic activity

My net bud david posted a blog about ugliness that contained a quote from this other famous king David in Psalm 139:13 – you made all the delicate inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb.

We can draw peace, inner strength and comfort from knowing no matter how little we perceive worth in ourselves, our minds can’t conceive how intricately God has made us nor how precious we are in His sight.

When we are tempted or tormented by demons it’s easy to take our eyes off God’s peace.

Yes we are at war against the enemy but we mustn’t obsess too much or become too fascinated with the occult or else just like a kidnap victim with Stockholm syndrome we will forget what we are fighting against and allow our accuser and destroyer to forge our pathway.

My friend was made aware of the presence of a spirit touching her shoulder.

She cast it out in the name of Jesus then her spirit became restored to a state of serenity and exuberance.

We more readily remember the physical feuds we temporarily engage in than the war in the spirit realm which is occurring in the ever passing moment.

Its only once you become a Christian that the eyes of your spirit are opened to the flame throwers our common foe is constantly tossing in our direction.

Just when you think you’ve conquered one mountain there’s another one right over the hill but the more you train your spirit to resist the devil the more strong and godly you will become.

Don’t Dwell in self defeat city.

We are often our own worst critics and the first ones to beat ourselves up when things go wrong in our lives.

As much as I want to move on with my life and start a new relationship i think part of me will always be gripped by grief due to the fact I couldn’t seal the deal of signing away my heart with a loving family linking matrimonial smooch.

I can allow this sorrow to turn me inside out with anger and lust and make me even more introverted and disconnected with people than i am already or i can choose the far more healthy route of resisting the tormenting spirits that tell me i’ll never find another woman to make me happy again and force myself to go fishing in the sea of love.

I know its devils at work messing with my peace with God when they try to make it sound like it’s my own thoughts deciding to go too far with my girlfriend before marriage and ruin the purity, beauty and specialness of the romantic voyage we are about to embark on together.

We do not always recognize the devil cos we confuse his voice for our own voice cos he is skilled in the art of mimickry.

Everything God has created he has a poor substitute counterfeit version of.

That is why we need God to give us discernment so we can tell if it’s heaven or hell that’s attempting to communicate to and through us.

If we obey the devil he won’t stop attacking us.

He simply changes his mode of attack by switching from the allure of lust to the stab of guilt immediately afterwards unless of course his grip on us is so tight that we barely hear the urgent whispers of God cracking through our consciences.

Some objects such as books, art, ornaments, jewellery and music can be used as gateways for the devil to attack us.

Satanic influence doesn’t always come in the most obvious form.

It may even come from those we expect to be godly upstanding citizens.

There are hostile elements in the media and legal profession that do the devil’s work for him by enforcing suppression of religious expression.

Let’s do the opposite my friends.

You may not immediately perceive the results of choosing to walk in obedience to God but you have to keep your long-term goal in mind.

I think we all want everlasting happiness we are just not all prepared to do whatever it takes to get through heaven’s gates.

If you want to be among that blessed multitude it requires a lifestyle of sacrifice.

God may be causing a shift in your spirit asking you to lay down things that were previously pleasurable to you.

He may be changing the tastebuds of your spirit so what once delighted you now utterly disgusts you and vice versa.

Note we are also doing the devil’s work if we are disgusted by human behavior to the point where we disassociate from certain individuals because of their sexual preferences, religious beliefs or lack thereof.

God calls us to be a light in the darkness.

We are meant to be influencers of the world not to be influenced by the world.

This is an important distinction.

Amongst those who we would easily dismiss as lost causes there is a great deal of soul searching and God seeking going on perhaps even to a more fervent and personal degree than that which takes place behind the 4 square walls of the church.

It disturbs my peace to see spirituality disconnected from religion.

In my view the 2 are inseparable.

You cannot sever your conscience or find a purpose for it that doesn’t have its deepest roots embedded in a religious context.

I’m not someone who will deny i am a proud proponent of the healing benefits of religion which for me is defined as being in a right relationship with God.

Note i didn’t say being perfect.

We are called by Jesus to be perfect as i am perfect.

This doesn’t mean just add salvation instant god nature but it’s an ongoing process of sanctification.

Think of your spirit as a room which God dwells in which must regularly be swept clean of undesirable elements.

If this task seems overwhelming just remember we are flopping against the crutch of His strength not our own n drawing energy joy n sticktoitiveness from it



How hate n fear blast cannonballs through our peace

There are many things in this world that threaten our peace.

Sometimes it’s the very things people or concepts we think should be preserving it.

Technology can disturb our peace or assist it.

We find it hard to discover a place in this modern world where we can find breathing space.

In moments of quietness and solitude we find it spooky and eerie.

We have attention deficit disorder.

We get bored and restless easily.

We are like busy bees and butterflies almost impossible to pin down.

Maybe we are afraid in the silence to hear ourselves think.

Maybe we are terrified to discover who we truly are when we are removed from all our electronic distractions that disable our ability to analyze the fast flowing digital river of information and visual / aural stimulation that speeds constantly past our ever blinking eyeballs.

Perhaps what disturbs our peace so much is precisely how far we as a modern society have drifted away from God.

If we try to become our own gods we find no harmony and tranquility when burdened with the responsibility of attempting to run our own universe.

God’s word gives me peace when my mind is troubled by suicidal thoughts or lust is threatening to tip me over the edge of a precipice morally speaking.

The benefits of keeping busy is you have less time for naughty behavior.

I feel more peaceful when I have less reasons to be worried and stressed.

It is not taking a deep calming breath alone that relaxes me but resting assured in the truth that my God is large and in charge of the universe.

I find that the best cure for my nightmares is to pray and read the bible.

We have to really chew over scripture several thousand times for its honesty to resonate with our spirits and sink deep down inside of us.

As christians we are supposed to look after each other and God’s beautiful world.

When Jesus sees people hurting or killing each other it makes Him cry.

His heart breaks for the suffering in this world and so should ours.

We can’t afford to turn a blind eye while this world goes to hell in a handbasket.

My ex workmate was asking in confusion christians Meditate don’t they

We do but it looks different to what I understand of Buddhism where the goal is to empty out your head

For christians we focus deeply on God’s love for us or what we want Him to do for us and a wellspring of peace and joy bubbling up and bursting out of our souls is the result.

As christians we should be disturbed by the evil that occurs in the world.

Our prayer has such power that God can connect with it and literally cause trouble to be prayed out of existence.

We are His hands and feet in this world.

One of the names of Jesus is Jehovah Shalom literally meaning God our peace.

This is often expressed by jews and christians in the expression shalom aleukum or i give you God’s peace.

Regardless of religious affiliation we should all aim to be bringers of peace to this world.

I have found in my personal experience that the love of Christ enables me to keep my peace with others.

Naturally i am a very angry, lust driven, prideful person but God enables me to transcend my worst self and drive it out of my character and personality so only His glory and goodness shines out of my life.

It is the ultimate giver of the peace that passes all understanding that assists my behavior to align with His will and desire for my life.

Just like it says in Psalm 37:4 – the more I delight myself in the Lord the more I see the desires of my heart come to pass without me really having to strive for them other than being persistent n consistent in my prayer time.

My instagram friend kady seeks God first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

I can’t explain how it works but when you talk out the whirling mess in your head God has a way of settling your thoughts and giving you calmness and peace and enabling you to see His potential to bring out the best in people when you can only see the worst in them.

I have often wondered why God asks us to pray for the peace of Jerusalem.

Maybe there’s a blessing attached to caring for those traditionally known as God’s chosen people.

Of course we are made a part of the inheritance of Gods kingdom when we become believers in Jesus.

In Christ there is neither jew, greek, slave or free.

This doesn’t negate our differences it just switches the focus from us to Christ.

We live in harmony when our lives move to the rhythm of His heartbeat.

Don’t allow despair or difficult circumstances to cause you to abandon your hope and faith.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick.

Mlk said a dream deferred is a dream denied.

The traumatic experience of disappointment or the loss of loved ones or the mindless slaughter of our fellow believers can cause us to want to end it all but God keeps us from falling apart at the seams.

His word feeds our spirits with life and causes our worries and fears to melt away when we spend our time focusing our attention on His love for us.

We must become fixated and obsessed with Him like a couple of honemooners who haven’t yet recovered from the intoxicating euphoria of tying the knot.

I know theres life beyond that glorious day of wedding bells ringing in display of Gods stunning ability to enable 2 people to come together and join their lives like 2 halves of a statue forever fused together until God calls them home but right now im on the other side of that blessed experience since my actions moved the goal post further away,  seemingly making it less achievable but for our God nothing is impossible.

T.b.c 😂

My hopeless attempt to overcome my struggles with technology

I lost my money bag on Sunday somewhere between getting dropped off at the train station, changing trains twice n arriving at my final destination.

I lost money and my atm card so I have to wait for the bank to send me a replacement card in the mail.

It’s funny that I had a stingy attitude about sticking cash in the offering bucket and now I wish I had just given it so some tax payers hard earned greenbacks don’t inadvertently get wasted on prostitutes n drugs because of my bad stewardship of the resources God has given me.

My self confidence was completely shattered by this experience.

I was a stuttering spluttering bundle of nerves splattering teardrops all over the place n barely communicative with my parents  ( n all the moms and pops in the building say what else is new ) 😁

It probably had something to do with the fact that I woke up at 3am so I could be ready to go at 6am so my friend wouldn’t be late for band practice with his worship team.

As it happened i was wasting my time cos he let his wife sleep in til 7am so we were late anyway.

The actual service didn’t start until 10am though.

I was so brainless I went with my friend to practice instead of staying in the car with his wife so we could grab some breakfast for all of us.

They both have such amazing stamina.

They can play instruments and sing for almost 2 hours standing up without so much as a coffee or morning burrito to keep them going.

I wanted to talk about the fact that when bad things happen to us God can use our experience cos it’s something others can potentially relate to.

It’s not good or helpful though to merely Dwell on the negative aspects of our circumstances.

We must try to focus on the lessons our mistakes can teach us so we don’t make them in future.

I was carrying a lot of things in my bag.

It wouldn’t have made a difference if I had one item or a 100 in my bag as long as I had room for my money bag.

I suspect i rested it on the seat next to me,  an error in judgment i have also made at a bus stop with a book containing a sermon I wrote while drinking red wine near Murchison falls in Uganda n half finished preaching cos it started bucketing down with rain when I had barely scraped the surface of my in depth treatise on the connection between worship and sacrifice.

I think it also had something to do with Banning liebschers compelling words in his book grounded which so completely absorbed my attention that I was in my own little world completely disconnected from the world around me except every couple of minutes when the train ground to a halt and the conductor announced the station temporarily halting my deep immersion in transcendent spiritual truth.

I was certain i had left my money bag in my friends car but of course i was gravely flawed in my logic.

It’s a funny feeling to have a precious possession stripped away from you.

It causes you to consider what is truly important and significant in life.

I had a day in fiji where I was surrounded by people who may not get the same amount of money from the government as me but temporarily they were richer cos they had mobile phones and I had left mine in my friends car cos I was chatting to a pretty girl and I had my phone out next to me determined to get those digits buy i never managed to close the deal.


I think in this modern world we have a love hate relationship with technology.

We feel vulnerable when we are disconnected with the rest of the world yet in that moment however short or salvageable we are able to identify with that vast flock of people who are too poor to afford the expense of constantly having to recharge their mobile or yak on the net with their homies to their heart’s content.

What stops me drowning in misery, groaning and complaining is instead of thinking of what I no longer have i inject myself with a much needed joy shot by reminding myself of the miriad of items God has blessed me with and the numerous situations where He has gotten me out of some hairy jams which could have resulted in my death or possibly land me seriously hard time in jail.

I lost a photo of my friend and his mates who were breakfast deejays for a local radio station before they got replaced by 3 strangers i don’t know from a bar of soap.

I lost my free cake voucher for a little bit naughty coffee and cakes.

I was 3 coffees away from my freebie.


Lost my Fijian 50 dollar note

They are just under parity with Australia so I may as well have lost an ozzie 50.

The only reason I didn’t spend it over there is i forgot i had it cos it was zipped up in the compartment closest to my waist.

If i had worn it looped on my belt like it was designed to be carried i wouldn’t be moaning n groaning about this today.

I haven’t been getting a whole lot of sleep lately.

It’s related to the fact i was stupid enough to lose my girlfriend due to my own negligence.

I think it’s normal to have doubts about your relationship with someone.

I don’t think we’d be normal humans if we didn’t.

I think sometimes we feed our negative energy too much instead of our positive energy.

We don’t think that maybe in taking each other down a peg or 2 we are allowing ourselves to be pawns in the hand of the enemy.

As christians we should build each other up and not tear each other down.

There should be no such thing as just joking.

We should respect and honor each other .

Our freedom wasn’t purchased with the blood of our redeemer just so we could mock each other  with our casual jibes and be flippant about holiness.

Despite my experiences evidence to the contrary i continue to convince myself that it’s possible for me to have a long distance relationship with someone and make it last forever and a day.

Cyberstalking is pinned on people so often that many do not consider its serious implications n likelihood to spill over into real life.

If people care about their privacy there are easy ways these days to block off unwanted attention.

Some people seem to crave drama.

They are not happy unless they have something to worry about.

They like to be the center of attention n forget to center their attention on Jesus the author and finisher of our faith.

Its not necessary for me to see all women as sisters only but once I declare my affections for one that’s a game changer.

The way i relate to the other ladies in my world should be automatically altered from here to eternity.

I blogged myself to sleep last night sometime between 10 pm and 6 am.

I find it interesting why some brown skinned people mock others a lighter or darker shade of brown than them.

We Europeans mock each other for being too pale .

Spending an excessive amount of time in the sun is necessary to achieve the desired ideal of a perfectly bronzed body that suffers from an excess of cancerous lumps, freckles n benign moles.

In the 1800s  being pale and chubby as an igloo was held up as the ideal.

I feel like last night i betrayed who i am as a person by participating in a game that required participants to insult each other.

I should have read my book about Jesus instead of joining in with the crowd.

We all feel we should be more interactive in person with each other yet we still spend an excessive amount of time sitting round in circles staring at our phones cos we don’t know how to break out of our zombie like habit.

My friend pulled my arm in the air then left it there before we were done reciting an oath.

I felt like the proverbial elephant still mentally imprisoned though the chain had long been removed from my leg.

I never agreed not to disclose what occurred last night in a suburban garage in a deception bay townhouse.

I didn’t even mouth the words to make it look like i was playing along.

I suppose in hindsight i could have tried harder to resist my friends action of pulling my arm upwards.

I don’t want to be one of those people who insult people just for fun.

I know words cause pain even spoken in jest.

I don’t believe it’s right to mock others for their lack of material possessions,  their weight,  race, mental intelligence or any other reason.

Although I admire my friends creativity and smile despite myself i still feel like there’s something ugly and evil about getting delight from criticizing others even in a supposedly humorous way.

It’s human nature to like to see enemies or villains suffer but Jesus tells us to love our enemies and do good to those who despitefully use us.

We can use people in a non spiteful way when we enlist their help to do good or morally neutral activities like cleaning our room which is made virtuous by obeying our parents for those of us still living at home and being a good steward of the resources God has given us  ( which relates to all of us ).

Is it a good enough reason to want to go to a country just because your previous plans to visit it fell through because your bad behavior stopped you from fulfilling what may have possibly been God’s purpose to go with that bunch of missionaries and teach English to people in the middle east while walking around praying for those yet to start laying down their lives before the feet of Jesus.

Something holds me back from going to her and digging deeper into the complex framework that makes up all that she is.

Something prevents me from exploring her mental chambers in this room full of people when our chairs are spaced within yelling distance but not close enough to get comfortable and have a conversation more intimate than the fluctuating price of eggs in China.

Her life is fascinating as is mine yet we always float just above the surface with each other.

She sees the need for christians to talk in a way that’s relatable to people of the world.

Sometimes we talk in code discussing commonly being born again, tithes, offerings,  mission trips, communion,  baptism and covenants.

We take it for granted that those outside Christ’s beloved already know what these terms mean but why should we assume that when a church can offer a foundations course on Christianity and graduate students from a college that doesn’t even compel a pastor to read the bible from cover to cover.

We never dig deeper into what the Bible means so is it any wonder our souls are starving.

I either follow you cos you deepen my relationship with Jesus or you help me better comprehend those who don’t have one.

I am always pleasently surprised by how much positive cross pollination there is between those two polar opposite extremes in this loving blog community.

God is our refuge and strength an ever present help in trouble.

Therefore we will not fear though the earth be removed and all the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea.

I went through an exhausting back and forthing in my mind as to whether i should completely cut a certain woman out of my life.

I lied to my friend that I would get rid of her.

I hate myself for that but I can’t live without her even though I probably don’t mean anything to her as she has more admirers than beyonce has fans or outfit changes in one concert.

I try not to waste time going for chicks that are already taken.

I don’t want to be that guy who steals a woman away from the love of her life cos I never want to be in the shoes of the guy who gets his beloved ripped from his fingers.

I can explain physically why im addicted to her but not why I choose to remain involved or connected with her when I feel like everything she says that reeks of hells influence is destroying my soul by associating with her.

It’s the little glimpses of godliness n deepness in her life that keep me hanging on in the hope that she can change.

I love her just the way she is but i love her too much to leave her messed up.

I want to try my level best to help her become a different person.

This from a guy who slept in his clothes last night who crashed on top of his sheets with the lights on.

I guess all i really need to figure out is who is meant to be a wife and who is meant to be a friend and nothing else besides.

God didn’t design any human to be my enemy.

I only block people who promote pornography or false religions on my site or if they insult my faith.

I wouldn’t stop someone from being my friend if they cuss or believe differently on their own site.

Sometimes the hardest battle is getting everyone to the table to admit we all believe in something without necessarily agreeing that we all believe in the same thing.

We are living in a dangerous world where what you say online can potentially get you in trouble offline but that is a necessary battle we must be prepared to face if we truly believe in Jesus and or are willing to die for our convictions.

Jesus said no one takes my life i give it up willingly

How committed are we to our dreams and passions n the causes we believe in

Unless we are prepared to resist evil to the point where our own blood is spilled we can only call ourselves fans of Jesus not true followers

How dare anyone suggest those who sacrifice their lives for Jesus are not true believers

I do not need to call out names

Then I become like those who falsely perceive me as their enemy instead of a fellow jesuit (friend of Jesus ).

I can’t be a friend of Jesus if I do or condone what offends the sight of Jesus.

Sin is a pungent stench to God’s nostrils like an ever expanding mansion of dirty diapers ( my friends lives now til they reach toddlerville) .

He doesn’t want lukewarm living fence sitters or backwash flavored milkshakes.

He wants His fragrant incense smelling beautiful blood purified bride who is done with her whoring ways and remaining faithful til Christ our groom returns.

Some of my young primary school aged friends get the need to only listen to holy music that reflects God’s heart to guide our own from the influence of the wicked one.

Sometimes I want to influence for God’s kingdom but it’s more like i was being influenced by the enemy.

There is no logical reason why I come under great spiritual attack as soon as I physically remove myself from the protective covering of my church.

Under His wings we find refuge.

We don’t have to be under a church roof to find ourselves under His wings but it may help to build our faith.

My faith can flourish in isolation when I go into hibernation from the depravity of the world but I know there are limits to my capacity to endure without forcing myself to be aware of the existence of other arms and legs in the body of Christ.

In helping them i am loving Him.

At least one other believer or person deciding to focus on God for any period of time is required for us to have church.

God requires us to keep a whole day holy.

If you see yourself as His sanctuary you will be less likely to want to pollute it.

Our bodies are the temple of the Holy Spirit but sometimes we allow other spirits to influence us and convince us that we will always stay down and defeated.

The more I Dwell on my need for change the less likely my change will occur.

The more I focus on Jesus the more the influence of the world loses its grip on my life.

I can feel an overwhelming peace and trickles of joy begin to flood my soul.

This is indeed an amazing crazy miraculous mystery.

The power of God to transform a life.

Though we are redeemed by the blood of the lamb we must be in a state of constant readiness.

We can be resting in Christ’s love and still be in battle mode.

We can never hope to win the war for human souls if we do not recognize our sword drips with Christ’s blood oozing out our lives and infusing us with love.

The word of God became flesh and dwelt among us.

Learn to recognize and separate the voice of God from the voice of the enemy.

They are never one and the same.

Reading God’s word gives us discernment.

Logos will never contradict rhema and vice versa.

We mustn’t be so obsessed with our own greatness that we forget any wisdom we have comes from a divine source.

Otherwise like nebuchadnezzar we may be forced to eat grass and live like an animal til we learn the humbling lesson of how little we are and how awesome and mighty our God truly is.


We can be a blessing to others by building them up and not tearing them down

We can bless others by loving them even when it seems like everyone else in the world hates and despises them

We can bless others by pointing out the things in their lives that need to change when they find themselves straying away from godliness

We can share scriptures to build up each other’s spirits

Sharing our stories or jokes can also be a blessing

Sometimes life can seem so hopeless n purposeless but God gives a purpose to our lives

We can magnify a tiny little problem n it can cause our brains to go into meltdown mode

In these chaotic n turbulent situations the best thing we can do with ourselves is to cry out to God for help

Sometimes everything seems to be going perfectly then everything starts unraveling n falling apart

When the walls are crashing down around you consider the possibility that you might wake up in heaven n that  desperate  hope will get you through to the other side

religious and self abuse

Abuse in churches is sometimes more obscured than at other times.

People who are being abused don’t necessarily recognize what is happening to them especially when they are willing participants in the moulding n reshaping of their minds.

Its easy for us to agree that a church that demands its members to abide by a certain dress code to avoid forfeiting their salvation is clearly a case of the clergy power tripping and using the laiety as pawns for their bidding for no good reason.

It’s far less obvious unless you are yourself a diligent student of Gods word to detect when a pastor is speaking the truth.

I consider it abuse if a pastor is teaching the opposite of scripture on crucial issues of sexuality, who is the right God to follow,  where we go When we die and how it’s possible to be saved from torture post demise.

If a pastor is constantly demanding money from his parishioners they may feel like they are only atm machines and not precious potential or current children of God with needs n problems n feelings n talents besides being blessed with a fully loaded wallet.

If people are serving the Lord out of obligation or duty its not the same as doing it with a loving attitude because they have a genuine heart to minister in their specific area of expertise.

Some people are shoved into platforms and areas of ministry God has no business them being in so they don’t shine best cos it isn’t His calling for their lives.

If a singer only sings praise n worship on stage or in practice time something is seriously wrong with their relationship with Jesus.

If they only sing worldly songs the rest of the time you have to question their passion and commitment to heavenly principles.

To be a worshipper requires a life of complete devotion.

I wouldn’t say if you can’t be 100% souled out for Jesus don’t bother coming at all but for those who are supposed to set the standard and usher us into the presence of God it’s reasonable to expect them to have an anointed lifestyle and not just be Sunday christians.

Churches that control who their members hang out with may be preventing them from living out our calling to shine God’s light bright in the darkness of this world.

If the people in the church are wearing rags and the pastor is driving a nice car something is wrong.

Its not just an issue of good stewardship of resources but also not making unreasonable demands on people for how much time and money they are willing to give.

Young families feel the biggest pressure in this regard towards coercion.

There is an endless requirement for nappies, food and the strain of keeping a cool head when baby is restless or disturbed by mothers absence.

It can be abusive to continually berate a mother on how she can raise her kids better and it’s confusing when there’s so much contradictory advice out there.

Often those who abuse themselves are themselves first abused.

Cutting or taking pills are often used to give temporary relief to a seemingly permanent problem but they always make things worse rather than better.

Some argue they cause pain to themselves cos they can’t cause pain to others due to their lack of strength or the other persons position in relation to them being comparatively vulnerable or someone who they have been placed in a position of trust over.

They may want freedom from their nightmares of pornographic lust, the attack of loved ones or being plagued by demons.

It’s not often that suicidal thoughts make someone want to kill themselves straight away.

Genuinely speaking it’s a gradual process.

Kids at school get constant bullying online and offline.

Sometimes they take drugs to try and numb the pain.

Of course what goes up must always come down.

Including moods and states of mind.

Eventually the seeker of release from internal agony will come crashing back to earth at breakneck speed.

It’s ironic that people call drugs a fix when it doesn’t fix anything it just locks you into a hellish destructive no hoper lifestyle.

People feel the allure of drugs cos it gives them a temporary happiness.

Let’s be honest that’s why some people go to church.

In the euphoria of that holy moment they want to forget the troubles of their week.

Unless their faith is built on something stronger than those floating on clouds of joy instances obtained in the soul cleansing presence of Jesus then they will fall apart time after time as soon as they hit a wall of boredom or anger at someone n they turn to lust to fill the hole in their hearts caused by a lack of Gods abiding influence in their lives.

If we only see Him as friend not Lord we tend to see Him as an in case of emergency break glass rescuer from trouble and not to give Him the rightful place of authority His bloodshed for our salvation so richly deserves.

Part of the problem with gaining freedom from abuse is not believing we have the ability to do it.

We see the outlet for pain as being more comfortable than the possibility of change and freedom cos we are so used to the manacles of our self indulgence or stewing in the miserable pot of unresolved conflicts which push our heads down into the ground under the heavy weight of our own bitterness.

We see our self abuse as part of our self identity instead of properly identifying it as an attack by the common enemy of humanity.

There is no such thing as a perfect church or person only a perfect God .

That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t aim to attain perfection in ourselves.

The key to remember is we are not fighting alone.

We have an almighty God assisting us both through the wisdom pearls He places in the hearts of friends to be dispensed by mouth or by the far more wonderful and mind blowing method of His direct communication by whispers heard audibly or detected with the ears of our hearts.

💜👣#weneverwalkalone #untilwereachheavenfleshisalwaysteamedwithspirit


is my exposure of abuse an abuse of my privileges as a blogger or merely a therapeutic cathartic exercise which may assist anothers healing process

I haven’t seen people bruised and bloodied beyond all human recognition but I have seen people bruised internally by vicious words that were far less easily fixable.

I have seen people being threatened with a flower pot face smashing.

I called the police but the family said not to worry about it so I called them off before they came.

They probably thought I was just another time wasting jerk instead of a concerned friend genuinely disturbed by the impending prospect of being an eyewitness to domestic violence.

I was scared witless or trapped by my outsider status in Tuvalu when I saw a man bash a woman next to a water tank and stood frozen solid uno momento.

My friends have been smashed with guitars by their dad.

I wish I could say their broken strings were the result of poor playing but like most Samoans they can hear a song once on the radio and then play and sing it almost perfectly.

I have seen play fighting or scrapping after watching wrestling on tv turn ugly and nasty to the point of crying.

I have heard a man bash his pregnant wife downstairs while I was upstairs calling the police at the request of the same family.

Yes I am a coward.

The womans brother stepped in and tried to break up the fight.

The wife basher called his sister in law a bundle of sticks.

I would say she’s struggling with same sex attraction cos she has divulged without any prompting on my part how she wrestles with her identity, her family background tustling with her present convictions about what exactly she is and wants for her future / out of life.

The wife basher put his wife in hospital before.

His wifes brother not the one previously mentioned was playing around with his girlfriend and he smashed the bathroom wall.

Is this evidence of abuse.?

Hearsay only allows me to draw my own insubstantial conclusions.

The sister in law was bashed by her girlfriend.

She had to go to hospital.

Her bones were briefly broken.

Her brother not previously mentioned was yelling at his girlfriend when his dad was dying in hospital.

I did step in to break up that fight.

My friend thinks there was an evil spirit in the house that made them all abusive to one another.

There is incest in my dads family.

This is usually the result of abuse

One person wielding their power over another

We are often harmed by the ones who God placed in our lives to shield us from harm.

My uncle squeezed my sister on the butt

My mums bum was squeezed by her boss

One guy i work with was touched up in the groin by a female relative when he was a youngster.

He always has women flocking after him but he never gives them his number no matter how hard they flirt n beg cos he remains loyal to his dear darling wife.

It’s possible we can plant false memories inside ourselves of being abused.

I don’t know why anyone would willingly do that to themselves even to jazz up an otherwise boring existence it wouldn’t be worth the pay off of publicity for the shame and embarrassment you bring upon yourself.

There is a false mindset in the minds of some Australian judges that those who are abused are asking for it.

How can a kid who has never experienced sex know the implications of what is about to be inflicted upon them.

One girls relative abused her and consequently topped himself post exposure of their dirty little secret.

It’s not given coverage by the media but there are homosexual gangs which rape and abuse straight people just as there are neonazis who kill homosexuals which is ironic considering the open secret of the so called pink swastika with forced homosexual weddings taking place in nazi concentration camps.

I can proudly say but for the grace of God stepping in between me and another person i have never hit a woman or laid a fist upon a fellow males cheek with intent to render harm in my life.

The closest I came to sexual abuse was tickling the thigh of the previously mentioned sister in law when she was a young girl of 12.

I stroked her hand when no one was looking too.

Did I contribute towards her current state of sexual indecision

Only the good Lord knows the answer to that one but I do feel guilty about it sometimes and the unwanted introduction i gave her to phone sex.

The only reason I’m not in jail right now is  the power of God preventing me from bringing harm upon myself and others and my parents control over my life.

My lack of ability to drive severely limits my movements outside the home.

As a Christian i know what crimes we commit in our thought life we will be held accountable before God for just as any judge worth his salt would lock up a rockspider and throw away the key in a heartbeat assuming he had grounds for conviction in his possession.

There are loopholes in our legal system that allow for relationships with minors as long as you don’t have sex with them.

There was a woman collecting paychecks from our government who was having sex with her son.

Do I need to mention he was underage.

Do I need to add it was consensual for society to see it as wrong.

I’m sure people beyond my faith family would agree it is.

I met a guy on a Christian camp who told us about pedophilia.

Before then I was ignorant of this evil destroyer of childhood innocence.

He was groomed with candy given to him by an elder man who was a wolf in sheeps clothing.

He was given pornographic videos and magazines to read and watch then the old man touched him up.

I wish this was shocking for me still.

In this world we live in such things are becoming increasingly more frequent occurences.

When I first heard this i remember crying and being angry for him that someone could rob him of his purity.

They didn’t however destroy God’s purpose for his life.

Somehow he escaped that rat wheel of death and destruction.

If you are in this trap you can too.

Just talk to God He cares about you

You don’t have to feel guilty

Its not your fault

You didn’t lead him or her on

Even if you wanted or admired them they still should have treated you with respect

They were meant to take care of you not abuse or violate you

Run away if you can

Call the police or a trustworthy priest or elder friend or relative

They may threaten you or your family with death but God can make sure both you and your family end up in heaven

Yes even the rock spiders and wife bashers if they repent of their sins and turn their lives around.

He is that good kind loving and gracious.

Remember if you are locked in the house or locked in chains you always have access to communicate with your God in heaven even if your mouth is gagged and you’re locked in a dingy basement without phone reception.

I was held n hit hard by my Fijian friend for walking down the street without telling anyone where I was going cos I was sick of the pastor i was staying with.

He called me a hungry dog cos I made a bee line for this chick at church i tried to greet with a hug but she was having none of it cos it wasn’t part of her culture.

I will let you be the judge whether it was the influence of her indian blood or her Fijian environment or something else entirely.

When I was on the gold Coast a demon possessed African man bashed my head against my African born European American friends head

His friend said he always gets like this

He actually told us he was the devil

My friend and I were there to tell people about Jesus during the Australian equivalent of spring break  ( schoolies week).

Abusive rock spider types who hang around this environment are known as toolies.

I probably don’t need to explain it’s a derogatory reference to a mans anatomy.

To push a crude analogy sex within God’s design is a man utilizing his tool in the wisest most effective n beneficial way in terms of pleasure yielded through incomparable releases of oxytocin as well as a guilt free existence through deciding to make his woman his one and only sexual experience.

When I was pushed down to the ground when I was sitting on the corner of a petrol station waiting for my charity job ride to take us back to our temporary accommodation wearing my skullface hoodie I felt like a victim of police brutality cos I was stupid enough to reach in my bag for my identification lanyard and they were dumb enough to think i would take a weapon with me on my job and not conceal it well enough so they could never find it.

The only reason I ever carried a weapon was my absent minded kleptomaniac like magpie tendencies of picking up just about anything with a modicum of usefulness off the ground and shoving it in my bag and not at all related to me fearing for my life.

Although I did once when an angry muslim in kuraby said knock on my door again and I’ll annihilate you.

You don’t forget those experiences in a hurry but it does help if I picture him as a muscly German American governator with a bad English accent.

Child abuse can contribute to bed wetting well into adolescence, nightmares about monsters ( yes some kids don’t need to watch horror movies cos they’re living in one), sexual talk in the conversation of infants and nervousness around familiar adult faces.

Some kids kill their parents at threat of gunpoint in warzones.

Some parents kill their kids futures by gobbling up their innocence with their indecent actions.

If a woman has to leave home and start over with the kidsher elder son or daughter may assume an over protective mother  ( for girls ) or husband  ( for boys) like role over her.

Oprah Winfrey taught me to get out of relationships if you are being verbally abused cos it will inevitably lead to physical abuse.

I am sure you all know the story of the woman who kept herself from being killed by reading her captor and would be assassin the purpose driven life by rick Warren.

Trauma is often linked with abuse for good reason.

They are kissing cousins.

I personally consider the use of foul language in any form to be verbal abuse particularly on trains with strangers where the loudest volume setting shy of permanently damaging my hearing will not prevent my mind from being further contaminated by their verbal filth.

Changing carriages is no guarantee of a noise pollution free continuation of my otherwise pleasant journey.

In this regard i have abused others when drunk on coke n rum when sharing a drink on the bridge in redcliffe when I was trying hopelessly to be a good witness to some Samoans with my 4 square youth group before I joined a samoan church cos I wanted a more multicultural church experience.

In a samoan church i went to the treasurer abused the trust placed in him by his fellow parishioners by sticking the offerings in his own pocket without anyone giving him permission to do so.

Of course many wives and husbands inside n out of churches have had their trust abused by spouses who put their own physical desire to satisfy their lustful cravings above the well being of their partner and family.

Use your abs to help the hurting

Don’t abuse

Or you will damage every life you touch including your own