Renewing the mind

In exploration of the brain functions, we can always go to a shrink and have that party. We must otherwise, never guess how all these things (brain functions) are put together. To know is mind-boggling- that is through human reasoning. I am not against the exploration of the mind, no doubt that it needs to be explored. But do we actually want to know how to think? Or why we do the things we do and never changing? I heard something called neuroplasticity. A big word for the psychologist, but not for the ordinary. We can always stick with conditioning of the mind. As some may put it but to begin transformation we have to read the manual, the Word of God.  The thing that God certainly requires for all humankind. For our minds are polluted from heredity to experience. A renewal from all of it is that hard pill to swallow. And only Him will be able to take us there not the other way around. -Stephen Ibeh

Raising up the man

Every man needs a mother even when he is married and becomes an adult. A wife is a combination of a mother and a man's best friend. A full grown man still needs his mother to nurture him just as a full grown woman still needs his father's presence.  For a man to be fully developed and exude his masculinity, he must be willing to lay out his soft side. The reason men today wear masks is simply because they trust no one. A man is like a turtle, he will carry his shell all day but reveal his true image only where he feels safe. Women must not try to advice a man. A man will always find his way if only by reassurance. As a friend the woman should give him a listening ear and as a mother, nurturing words of affections and keeping him honest with his promises. The opposite side in manhood is that the more a man comes out of his shell, the more manly he is becoming.
 

Sorrow

In aghast moments , why are there less tears? When have the town criers stopped shouting? Where are the weepers? The agony has worsened yet we lack empathy. We have mortgaged it with callousness. In the news and magazine headlines,  we witness these horrible events, when sorrows becomes the main tune, yet we remain silent. Tears of joy is scarce, death becomes her. Who cries for those who can't cry anymore? In these perilous times, there is more detachment beyond the funeral parlors, beyond the latest atrocities in the news, beyond our hearts. When sorrow no longer becomes newsworthy, who will still weep for the misfortunes?

Meditations 2 Corinthians 7: 10.