© June 17, 2018 | Schulter Etyang On Father’s Day, many of us will wake up with a feeling of angst. It is supposed to be a day when we are celebrated but to most of us, it’s a day burdened with regrets because everything will be geared towards reminding us of our failures. Worse, the day is on a Sunday. We will feel “obligated” to accompany our spouses and kids to a religious service. At the religious service, the speaker will talk about how true manhood looks like, how our religious founder exhibited those qualities, and that we now have to live up to his standard.
© June 13, 2018 | Schulter Etyang There is nothing new under the sun, the wise king Solomon, once said. Every act or event is something that has, in the past, taken place. History revisits itself. The old cliché same old’, same old’ is true. Our generation is living through a cultural moment right now that seems out of the ordinary, but the truth is, we have already lived through it. The cultural moment we are living through right now is the issue of freedom of religion. This is a hot topic. If you listen to prominent religious voices, you will think, this has never happened before, that this is a new phenomenon.
© June 7, 2018 | Schulter Etyang Pray, everybody prays. And we pray to a transcendent being. For Muslims, it is to Allah. For Hindus, it is to Brahman. For Judaists, it is to Yahweh. For nominal Christians, it is to God. For Buddhists, it is to Buddha. For Taoists, it is to the Universe. For Confucius’s, it is to the individual self. For agnostics, it is to science and reasoning. Pray, everybody prays. And when we pray, we do two things; We pray to someone – either self, reasoning, science, the universe or to a god. We pray about something.
© June 5, 2018 | Schulter Etyang A few years ago, deep into my gospel journey, I was invited to speak at a Church just outside our city. It was around Easter. As I pondered on what to share, I came across a story in 2 Kings 7 that became my favourite gospel story. Cue, I had been a Christian for many years. I had been a Church mouse all my life. I had been on a constant diet of performance, DIY and spiritual gymnastics. The result was, I wanted to become a leadership guru of some sort. My dream was to join the ranks of the leadership gurus of our day. My mother, in support of my dream, bought me books and DVD’s on leadership by a renowned leadership guru. This was her investment into my dream. Until the gospel smacked me right on my face. The gospel threw me off. It unravelled my world. It punched a hole in my world. And this is one of those stories that God used to whip …