Patience, it is the key to life we rush for everything that we do to get on the train, get money fast and doing all sorts of stupid things. When you have patience is makes life easier because you would know that things will still get done in their own time like growing up, every child want to become an adult so much that they forget to enjoy the childhood and not knowing that you are young for a very short years but old for a very long time. That why some get depressed and confused about the simplest things such as what sex they are, all because they want to grow up so bad. Life is a long process, for you to be able to enjoy it you need to take your time and live life with patience.
God is real and he usin’ me for a bigger purpose
So fuck the world that would have you think that a nigga worthless
Sometimes I think that these verses can help a person
Way more than the ones they readin’ in churches on days of worship
No disrespect to the Lord and Savior, that ain’t just ego
I just observe that them words no longer relate to people
‘Cause modern times be flooded with dollar signs
And social media stuntin’, my niggas just wanna shine
They frame of mind so far removed from the days and times
Of Nazareth, life these days is a labyrinth, in a maze so elaborate
We barely get through half of it ‘fore it’s too late
My niggas is felons from sellin’ weight in more than two states
.22 in his waist before he could even shoot straight
Quick to draw on you like Aaron McGruder, nigga who fate?
All of that to say maybe the hood need a new faith
A new story about a boy from not too far where you stay
Look into my eyes
Tell me you could see beyond the smile that I’m puttin’ on
This front that I’m puttin’ up for you
I spill my soul into a microphone
With poems written in blood
In hopes that it’s enough for you
Do you love me yet?
Do you love me yet?
I’ll go harder for you
In fact, I rap till I collapse
All I wanted was acceptance, my latest lesson
I’ll never feel your approval till I accept my own
Come from a messed up home, destitute and less informed
About the ways to raise a child up
To not become a product
Of his environment, I need to cry and vent
But I done built this wall up
Actin’ like everything’s all good
But in reality I’m lookin’ for something
Through bumpin’ my favorite rappers I came up after
Nas, Cole, and Hov
Eyes closed, I zone till five or so in the morn’
I’m used to being alone
Shit, you know how long I’ve been out on my own?
Chasing dreams, fantasies of a throne
One day I wake up and see that it didn’t exist all along
Till then I will pen verses that fans consider brilliant
Boosting my ego with every million that spills in
And still then
I won’t find solace, so where’s the logic in that?
Worrying ’bout if they think Logic could rap
When it all goes back to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify as a star
No one tells you you’re that
It’s something that you just know
The world be stealing your glow
Your mama did what she could
Her life was miles from good
Your father fell in the trap
They set for you when you black
They met when they was low
And therefore you a product of that
And so your trauma is deep
Don’t bury it you should weep
And clean it out of your system, then truly forgive ’em
Just my opinion, only then can you find peace
Just start to notice happiness don’t come from album release
I’ve been through it before
Can only share with you what I know
To be true, but at the same time, I’ll never be you
And you’ll never be me, no matter how hard that you try
This is for youngins out there wondering how far you can fly
The truth is that you could go further than the stars and the sky
But if you want to then you ought to know why
Are you running from something
With hopes of becoming someone
That’s finally worthy of love
Let me tell you now, you’re worthy enough
Fuck approval from strangers, that shit is dangerous as hell
Find God, learn to accept yourself
And I’m gone, accept Him
In my other two posts I mentioned the Religious and Materialist view. But to be completed I had to mention the view called Life-force philosophy or Creative Evolution or Emergent Evolution. People who hold this view say that the small variations by which life on this planet ‘evolved’ from the lowest forms of Man were not due to chance but by the ‘striving ‘ or ‘possessiveness’ of a Life force. When people say this we must ask them whether by life-force they mean something with a mind or not. if they do, then ‘ a mind bringing life into existence and leading it to perfection’ is really a God, and their view is really identical with the Religious. If they do not, then what is the sense in saying that something without a mind ‘strives’ or has ‘purpose’? This seems to me fatal to their view.
One reason why people find creative evolution so attractive is that it gives them much of the emotional comfort of believing in God and none and of the less pleasant consequences. When you are feeling fit and the sun is shining and you do not want to believe that the whole universe is just mechanical dance of atoms.
Materialist view, people who take that view think that matter and space just happen to exist, and always have existed, nobody knows why and that the matter, behaving in certain fixed ways, has just happened, by the sort of a fluke, to produce creatures like ourselves who are able to think. By one chance in a thousand something hit our sun made it produce the planets and by another thousandth chance the chemicals necessary for life, and the right temperature, occurred on one of these planets, and so some of the matter on this earth came alive, and then by a very long series of chances, the living creatures developed into things like us.
According to it, what is behind the universe it more like a mind than it is like anything else we know. That is say it is conscious, and has purposes, and prefers one thing to another. And on this view it made the universe, partly for purposes we do know, but partly, at any rate to produce creatures like itself. I mean itself to the extent of having minds.
On any given Sunday, all across the world, churches are likely to have more women in the pews than men. Some estimates place the so-called “gender gap” in America at 61 percent women versus 39 percent men (www.uscongregations.org). That means that every Sunday there are millions more women attending church than men.
There are several theories put forward for why, comparatively, there are so few men attending church. One theory is that the church’s teachings, emphasizing humility, holiness, and introspection, are seen by some men as “weak” or somehow less than masculine. Men are looking to be challenged with a “bold” message of adventure, danger, and aggressiveness.
Finding the right activities to attract men is also a challenge for many churches. Some congregations make an extra effort to provide times of fellowship and bonding for men by adding hunting expeditions, fishing trips, sports, etc., to their schedules.
Another theory is that many churches, knowingly or unknowingly, create a feminine atmosphere with their décor. Floral arrangements, pastel colors, frilly curtains, and pictures of passive, pastoral scenes make for a peaceful ambiance, but they tend to make men feel a disconnect. Some churches attempt to appeal to masculine sensibilities by changing their décor to something edgier, darker, more robust, and less nurturing.
Another explanation for why there are so few men in church has to do with the stereotypical masculine ego. Men are naturally self-reliant, headstrong, and proud, the theory goes, and are therefore naturally more resistant to the divine call to humility and submission. The gospel confronts our need, and men are often averse to admitting neediness.
There are other hypotheses, such as upbringing. Most men were reared by fathers who did not attend church services and so have no role model for masculine involvement in a church. There is the suggestion that men, the traditional breadwinners, are too busy working—or enjoying their day off work—to commit to a church. And overly sentimental church music is sometimes mentioned as something that keeps men away, too.
There might be a grain of truth in each of these theories, but none of them fully explain the gender gap in modern churches. No one rejects church simply because of frilly curtains or a sappy song; there is most likely a deeper problem.
Truth be told, followers of Christ have always included a large percentage of women. Luke 8:3 says there were “many” women who supported Jesus and His disciples during their ministry. At Jesus’ crucifixion, “many women were there, watching from a distance. They had followed Jesus from Galilee to care for his needs” (Matthew 27:55). And, of course, it was a group of women who first found the empty tomb (Luke 24:22).
The message of Christ is universal. Following Christ includes adventure, risk, and purpose. Churches should preach the Word and challenge, nurture, and encourage all their members, male and female. Any church that turns the gospel into a soft, congenial message; minimizes the cost of discipleship; or imputes weakness to Christ does its people a disservice. Charles Spurgeon decried such a watered-down message in his day: “There has got abroad a notion, somehow, that if you become a Christian you must sink your manliness and turn milksop.”
Men avoid church for a variety of reasons, and church leaders should be aware of those possible reasons as they reach out to young men, husbands, and fathers. Men should be challenged to emulate the heroes of the faith—robust men such as Moses, Elijah, and Peter. The Christian life should be presented as the adventure it truly is. And we should pray that God would increase the number of men who recognize their God-given responsibilities and who are unafraid to commit their talents and service to a local church.
P.s : While doing my research on this topic because it very dear to me. I came across this article. So I did not write this.
Not long after King Solomon died, a little boy was born in the land of Gilead, east of the river Jordan. The Bible does not tell us anything about his parents, not even their names. But they must have been very good people,because they called their precious little son Elijah, which means “My God is Jehovah”.
What a wonderful name for a boy!
No doubt his parents dedicated him to God from his birth, and prayed that he would up to be be a brave and noble champion of truth and right.
From time to time, in their little home far from Jerusalem, they heard about the dreadful things going on in the holy city – how the idols that Solomon’s wives had set up were now being worshiped all over the place – and they made up their minds that whatever happened they would remain true to Jehovah, the God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and David.
By and B news reached them but Jeroboam, the new King of Israel, had even made golden calves and told the people that these were the gods that brought them out of Egypt!
Elijah grew up at a time when people were taking sides between God of heaven and the gods of the heathen. As he talked with other boys he knew, some of them would say “We worship Baal; he’s the best god ” and the others ” We like Ashtoreth better; you should just see what goes on in front of that idol” and still others “We go to Moloch’s temple, things are much more exciting there.” And then Elijah would say, very bravely, “But my God is Jehovah.”
Nothing could move him from this stand. No matter how much the other boys and girls jeered at him, he would answer them fearlessly, “My God is Jehovah.”
The more he saw of the evil that was done in connection with worship of idols,the more sure he was that he was right. How could the people be so blind,so stupid, he wondered , as to think that God was pleased with all this wickedness? How could they believe that He wanted little children burned as sacrifices, as was done in the temple of Moloch? It was all wrong, so very wrong, that it made him resolve to give himself, his life, his all to teaching the people about the true God.
Talking with other boys and girls, mixing with the people in village market places, or alone on the mountainside, he would tell himself again and again,” My God is Jehovah,” ” My “God is Jehovah.”
So his name became part of himself. And people came to know him as the strange lad who hated idols and worshiped God of heaven. They said he was old-fashioned and out of date. They told him he wouldn’t get anywhere in life if he held on to such foolish notions. But God’s eye was upon him. Here was a boy He could use.Here was the champion He was looking for !
And what a destiny was his!
Today, Nearly three thousand years later, the eyes of the Lord still run “to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him.” Everywhere His ears are listening eagerly for those precious words of loyalty , “My God is Jehovah!” Blessed are the boys and girls who utter them from loved filled hearts . What a destiny lies before them! How much God will do for them, here and hereafter!
You too can be a boy or a girl with a wonderful name. Just make the same decision as did Elijah. Say “My God is Jehovah,” just now and mean it.
What is beauty? Beauty is a thing of the mind.
So look into the Soul not the face.
There was once a young man who done his best, every night he would pray that the Lord should answer his prayers, he prayed so long he turned atheist. He got tired of getting on two knees, hands together eyes to sky, looking for drops of intervention, all he got was drops of tears running down his cheeks. He lost faith.
Why?… Was his faith not strong enough.
They told him be like Job, “he went through worse than you have”. He said looking that at them with puffy eyes full of eyes. “at least Job had it before he lost it, it better to have it and lost, better than not having at all”.
Not knowing what to say, they tried to conform him scripture but they could not think of any.
The young man walked away. With his head and faith broken.