I have a dream.
What does it really mean to have faith?
I opened a draft page for this post on having faith a few days ago. The legendary line right at the beginning of this post came about as a result of an immediate occupation of my present state of mind. If you have similar thoughts or feelings, you may relate to these words and the words that will follow in this post. I think it is related to the issue of faith. And it is very much connected or wired to the world we are living in today.
I’d also like to insert another famous saying in this post to place in context with what I’m thinking and how I’m expressing myself with you today. But before I go on, let’s take a quick breather, just to lighten the mood a little. But that’s not to say that I’m feeling sad or downhearted. Much to worry about and much on my mind, in spite of all that, I have much to be cheerful about and I live in optimism about our immediate future.
But first this bit of naughtiness. You could even say it sums up the evils of social media these days where folks are far too busy criticizing and judging those in the news for all the wrong reasons. The story I picked up goes like this.
There was this very old man, ninety-two years of age, one President Robert Mugabe, president of burning Zimbabwe, who just recently presided over a gathering of elites, while Zimbabweans took to the streets in violent ways only seen across the Limpopo border to voice their extreme anger at this old man’s misrule and corrupt habits of finger pointing and blaming other (Western) nations for his country’s problems.
A man of his age, no matter how much expert medical care he can get from countries such as China and Switzerland, quickly gets tired. So as the meeting proceeded, with one boring speaker after another singing the old man’s praises, the old man proceeded to have a daydream. In fact, rumor has it that he had a wet dream. I’m not sure whether his Amazing Grace, young enough to be his daughter was nearby.
Those of you who are a little slow like me, let me put it a little more bluntly, while Zimbabwe’s Bulawayo (place of killing, I think it was the great African conqueror Cecil John
Faith can move mountains.
I’m not sure if many of you have been following the thread of my posts so far. That’s my fault, I guess. You see, I should count myself blessed because I’ve just had so much on my plate lately that I just haven’t been able to check on any messages or comments that may have been left by any of you. But, not to worry. If any of you are anxious to receive feedback from your own comments, let’s all hold thumbs.
It is hoped by this writer that the content manager of this blog has set in motion a program of action in which all comments will be responded to in good time. If this is not going to be the case, there’s no harm in asking her to do this for us. And if it still appears that there’s going to be no further action on any of your comments, again, do not despair. I mentioned already just how committed I must be to other personal and professional areas in my life, so cannot spare another moment more with you, apart from sending along the blog posts which I hope you have all enjoyed reading so far.
So, whenever there’s inaction somewhere, have a little heart and have a little faith. That special someone may be just as busy as you are right now. I am quite sure that many of you lead busy lives, possibly even a lot more busy than me sometimes. Many of you are mothers, and although I don’t have a family of my own, you needn’t tell me how busy the job of motherhood is.
Many of you, like me, have what we call extended families. For me, it was a long time coming, but I’ve opened my heart to new and strange people. Many of them are going through some tough times. And, do you know what, even though I spend just a few moments with them on occasional days, it doesn’t seem nearly enough. These folks don’t need hand-holding, in fact, such a notion is discouraged.
What they do need is a lot of encouragement and motivational nudges in the right direction. I’ve found that stern and harsh words don’t always help. It sometimes scares those who are weak to lose even more hope. But, yes, you are right, tough love does help in a lot of cases. I think it’s fair
Having an open mind (and heart) is not easy.
So, we’ve gone from Love straight on to Charity. Isn’t that nice? That’s progress, I guess. The previous post mentioned a desire to write a short story about three significant women and their journeys in life. You can imagine this for yourselves. The setting for these three protagonists could be placed in any part of the world. One of the girls, I imagined, was going to be named Faith.
My motivation for naming her thus has something to do with the importance of this spiritual and interpersonal aspect of our human condition. I recently reacquainted myself with a girl just two years my junior that I knew from my school days. The other girls around us all seem to think that she’s crazy. I don’t. But I also don’t quite understand her just yet. I said to Faieza the other day that she doesn’t seem to trust her.
This may sound like gossiping but it is not. The very thought of it makes me feel uncomfortable. And I’m one to talk. I am guilty as sin, as they say. I still have my weak moments and sometimes talk about others in a negative way behind their backs. I’m happy to say that this happens rarely. But it happens, and that’s the point. Anyway, it all started when Faieza was busy taking photographs of folks at a recent community hall gathering.
I was lucky to get there in time to grab some of the choice foods that were being sold at different stalls. Faieza was taking pictures of us all on behalf of the community organization we were supporting with our money bags and purses. Taking pictures is one of Faieza’s hobbies. She does it for the love of it and does not get paid a cent for doing what she loves doing.
Anyway, Angie firmly asked Faieza not to take any photos of her. She was unnecessarily concerned about having her name and image slandered on the social media networks. Faieza and I had a heart to heart chat about this. Angie would have had nothing to fear unless, of course, she was misbehaving somehow. After she has archived her photos on her tablet, Faieza will select some of her best pictures and post it to the social media networks on her screen.
I’m quite excited to see what I look like these days. I recently had