© September 3, 2018 | Schulter Etyang The king had a bad dream. He was so troubled he couldn’t sleep. He then ordered all his wise men, magicians, astrologers, sorcerers and soothsayers to tell him about the dream. The only catch was this – he refused to tell them the details of the dream. That was bad. Even worse, if they couldn’t tell the dream and its interpretation, he threatened to destroy them and their families, however, he would reward them with gifts, rewards and great honour, if they got it right. These guys then tried to negotiate with the king about the impossibility of such a task, and ended up infuriating him further such that he ordered that they are destroyed. So the command went out and some were killed. Daniel and his friends were also to be killed. But Daniel was shrewd. He spoke to Arioch, the king’s captain, and Arioch told him why the king’s command was urgent. Daniel then went to the king, and asked for more time, to be able …
© September 2, 2018 | Schulter Etyang Here we are 8 years later. Jenny and I are celebrating 8 years of marriage. Here are 8 lessons learnt from 8 years of marriage.
© August 14, 2018 | Schulter Etyang Hey, whose kids do you love? Yours or your neighbours? Yours or your sister’s kids? Yours or your best friend’s kids? The answer is obvious. You love your own kids more than even your own relative’s kids. Parents who say that they love other kids as much as their own, usually, are trying to overemphasize a point. The truth is that we love our own more than others. And yes, your kids are naughty most times. They disobey and disregard your instructions, but, you have never thought of disowning or discarding them.
© May 25, 2018 | Schulter Etyang My previous post was about Jesus and his attraction to chaos. Jesus uses chaos to his advantage for your good. He is a master at turning chaos into beauty. I also wrote that chaos is the connecting dot or link to God’s superabounding grace. Without chaos, grace has no purpose. Without grace, chaos destroys. Chaos and grace work hand in hand. They need each other. I would like to point out something else that grace does after it deals with the chaos. Grace imparts wisdom. There is a story that illustrates this truth so succinctly. (2 Kings 4:1-7 NKJV)
© May 23, 2018 | Schulter Etyang I hate chaos. I’m sure it’s an elder kid dynamic, but I hate chaos. I can smell chaos from a mile. I avoid chaotic people and situations like the plague. I am constantly trying to set things in order. I will notice dirty dishes lying in the sink and wash them. I will live in an ordered house. I like it when people queue. I prefer riding in a clean car. When Jenny and I go on holiday, I normally clean the house before we leave. In my mind, I don’t want to come back to a disorderly house. I want to come back, unpack, and relax. Jenny has suffered the brunt of my hate for chaos. I make crude remarks when I notice that she is chaotic. One of those crude remarks I have unleashed on her is, “chaos is your middle name.” Can you imagine? Bad. I know. But when she gets the opportunity to unleash the same line on me, she does it masterfully. And when …
unsplash-logoWilliam Stitt © May 21, 2018 | Schulter Etyang Imagine a poisonous snake has bitten you. Its venom is quickly spreading through your body. You are in shock, your blood pressure lowers, your eyelids are drooping and you are getting weaker and weaker. You are thirsty, vomiting and nauseating, sweating, and you have difficulty breathing. You are about to die. Suddenly, a man appears and tells you that he has a cure for the dangerous venom that is about to kill you. Desperate and in pain you ask for the cure – assuming you are not the type that’s too proud to ask for help. You have no choice here. If you don’t get the cure, you will die. Then, this man tells you, “Ok, here’s the cure. Look up and keep on looking at that brass snake on the pole. That’s your cure.” What? This is preposterous, you would say. C’mon, are you kidding me? Are you joking? Is this a sick joke? This is absurd and borderline obnoxious.
© January 16, 2018 | Schulter Etyang Growing up, chapati or roti (as its known here in South Africa) was a favourite meal in my family. My mother made chapati for us on weekends, and on special occasions such as birthdays, Easter and Christmas celebrations. When you saw her gathering the ingredients for making chapati, your heart beat with excitement and your salivary glands did a dance. It wasn’t until after I got married, that I really learnt how to cook chapati. I had assumed that I’d never need to learn how to make chapati until I discovered how much Jenny loved them. Roti’s origins are traced back to the Indian subcontinent. In South Africa, roti is a main delicacy amongst Indians and the colored community. Jenny’s family lives in Durban, which is the epicentre of the Indian community. Indians arrived in South Africa in 1860 to work as slaves at the sugarcane plantations. It is proper to say that their influence has spilled over into many cuisines and dinner tables.