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There was no hesitation, their words were unacceptable, yet they spoke still; the events of a future I could never admit to. How could my peers tell me what elders should? It was not palatable to my ears, made no sense to my head. I am here, with them, in the same experience, in the same time, space and age. Yet, I seem to be in another dimension, certain of an imminent uncertainty. Maybe I was naive, maybe I expected too much from myself and from life. My one tracked mind narrowed only to the bliss of life and blinded to the potent turmoil ahead. Jude looked me straight in the eye and said, "you know you are gonna cheat on her soon right?" Hank and Jazz both turned to me anticipating some response. At that moment, they were laughable. You see I loved my wife, i still do. At some point of my being with her, being faithful wasn't a problem. Before we hit the alter, I was solid and she was the only deal! She still is. But time shifted me to a zone where loyalty has become

Pardon my bluntness…..there is nothing special about you or your situation. Bad as it may seem, nothing is unique to you. You would be terribly wrong to assume so. I dare not trivialize or discredit you experiences. I am on your side, the side of man. I may as well be speaking for and to myself. When the fires rise, when pains sore, when grieve deepens…unpleasant situations that characterizes this broken life, nothing is unique to you. The degree of our pains may differ but we are all in it. We all have our demons. If you dwell so much on your pains, you may be isolated from the help you so desperately need. While drowning in bitterness and self-pity, hope loses meaning and even God ceases to make sense. It becomes impossible to focus on life and make something out of it. You should know, it is not your fight. You are not alone in the battle of life. We are soldiers in the same army fighting in different fronts. We are all defenders of destiny fighting accusers, deceivers, devou

In my place of pain Where my feet are lost Where my hands are short .....meet me there. My tears spell my pain My call says I'm lost Where your blood paves the way .....take me there. My fall is long and deep And I stray with so much ease As though I belong to the wild ........bring me home. When fear is all I feel When I tremble from within As darkness fills my days ....shine your light When i drown in guilt When shame covers me When I cannot come to you ..........come to me.

The thing with knowledge is that it stirs up the storms of curiosity. It is a basic character of an active mind to seek knowledge, for by knowledge comes wisdom,  understanding and doubt. By doubt a man questions what he knows to defy his reason. Doubt is a seed. A good seed.....a bad seed. It depends on what side you stand on. On one side, it is leads to safety and steers away from gullibility. On another, it starves faith and  festers apostasy. As the world grows in knowledge, the impact of faith diminishes. Science and scientists have become gods in their own rights as logic explains everything....well, almost everything. The way of science sees to it that everything is a subject of investigation  and whatever cannot be explained by logic is either invalid or unreliable. The conflict is strong. The conflict between faith and logic. They are the two fronts in the battle for the souls of men. What does it mean to have faith? It means to believe what logic denies. To the ways of the

nenchinten@yahoo.ca  My 5 year old son, Jonathan asked me the most amusing question the other day....Daddy, how come im small? why am i not 6 yet? I looked down at him with a smile and said, "slow down, we all get older eventually, someday, you just might wish you were younger", i answered. I'm not sure he understood that line, but i am certain those words will come around sometime in his life. It is quite ironic how boys so eagerly seek to be men only to realize that time is a field of mixed blessings. Being young may be a sort of convenience, especially where one is born in the ideal environment....otherwise being young is a state of defenselessness and the eagerness of boys to be men is hinged on the ideals of self preservation. In the path of growth, dreams are forged. Dreams that define, direct and redirect life's choices, life is the battle fought to achieve, conquer, possess, dominate, realize and attain the goals birthed by those dreams. Slowly but steadi