Mac's Musings

I remember it like it was yesterday… My best friend Dan had been on my case all day to accompany him on his daily campaign run to the main campus Now, Dan is a political animal, thriving in the public arena, at his best at the core of an issue, exerting his influence on matters that matter. He was involved in every single election on every available platform during our 6+ year stay in med school, voting when he wasn’t eligible and being voted for when he was, from hostel to department to school-wide political platforms. He has continued that trend to this day, and I maintain that it is only a matter of time before he ascends to either the govt house of the house of parliament. Dan loves politics. I don’t. I hate politics and politicians with a passion perhaps only matched by God’s hate for sin. Before you start wondering how on earth we are best friends then, let me 1 st announce without fear of contradiction, that Dan is the rarest of rare breeds – the hone

He woke up bleary eyed and stared up at the ceiling, or more accurately, straight through the space where a ceiling should have been, at the rough wooden beams holding up the roof. He blinked. This wasn’t his ‘ceiling’. Then he remembered.   He wasn’t at home, under his roof, on his bed, beside his wife, waiting for his kids to come interrupt his early morning moments, when those last sweet vestiges of sleep are being dragged away by the dawning day and the subconscious mind clings on for dear bliss. No, he was on yet another rural assignment, sent to a village outpost who had ‘settled’ his h.o.d to send one of his ‘boys’ as a way to avoid employing and paying a full time doctor for them, posted away from friends, family and civilisation in the name of providing health services to communities in need of skilled doctors, not the usual ‘local champions’ who, after some form of short apprenticeship or the other, proudly but criminally wore the title ‘doctor’ , or ‘ortuw

In the midnight hour When all is still When instinct rises above will As sounds cease and the air chills My spirit breaks my body’s seal And layers of restraint are gently pealed In the midnight hour In the midnight hour I seek communion with my Lord To be enveloped in His warmth Sinking , drowning , in the depths of His words I’m reminded of my eternal worth Lost in worship, my spirit soars In the midnight hour In the midnight hour I face the truth of who I am The falls, the scars, the hurts, the harm The failures faced to learn to stand The boy I was, the man I am In the midnight hour In the midnight hour I’m stripped away of all my shame Lies are gone, only truth remains I find redemption in His name A soothing balm for all my pain Yesterday, today, forever the same In the midnight hour

Came across this article recently, thought I should share it. Link to original site below; I’ve gotten a lot of one-on-one questions about this from BOTH MEN AND WOMEN and I figured it was time to write about it. Before I write another line though, it’s important that I say a few things and get some things out of the way. A . This article is mainly for mature Christian single women. Mature. Christian. Women. Why? Because Girls might get offended or not understand but a mature Christian woman will probably get it and take the knowledge. B . A woman’s relationship status does not define her, so being single is not a disease or an indication of something “wrong” with her. So this article is not to list a bunch of reasons why you are at fault for not being married …as if marriage was something you just bought at the store. I wouldn’t do that. I respect and care about women’s issues more than there is space to write about here. As a daughter of God, he is working out y

When I say... "I am a Christian" by Maya Angelou “When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'." I'm whispering "I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven." When I say... "I am a Christian" I don't speak of this with pride. I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide. When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not trying to be strong. I'm professing that I'm weak And need His strength to carry on. When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not bragging of success. I'm admitting I have failed And need God to clean my mess. When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not claiming to be perfect, My flaws are far too visible But, God believes I am worth it. When I say... "I am a Christian" I still feel the sting of pain. I have my share of heartaches So I call upon His name. When I say... "I am