Senseless devastation. Terror on the Streets of London!
Faceless people striking at innocent civillians. Can anyone make sense of this?
My heart goes out to the bereaved and wounded and I pray for them and their families.
Only God himself can bring comfort faced with such tragedy.
What a difference 24 hours makes. From jubilation in Trafalgar square to celebrate the award of the Olympics to London - to tears, screams and silence on the undergrounds and buses.
What drives people to blow themselves up in fighting their cause? What is their cause anyway?
Some say they are fighting injustice on their own land and bringing it to the attention of the people they percieve as their oppresors. Some say they are fighting in the name of their religion! Yet others deny that such people are fighting on their behalf!
So what do we do? If we fight fire with fire can we ever stop the burning?
If we say we don't talk to terrorists will we ever get to understand them and persuade them of a peaceful resolution. The flip side is do the terrorists want to talk? Will they listen - will they see compromise? Can they be reasoned with?
Or do they only understand one language!
None of this is comfort to the victims, their families - or the people in fear of going to work or going home.
So today I pray for the love and comfort of God.
Come Lord Jesus! Heal and comfort as only you know how. Touch lives and restore.
Come Lord Jesus!
Friday, July 08, 2005
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Olympic Opportunity
We've landed the Olympics!!! I am so thrilled!
What is it about the Olympics that suddenly captivated the nation. That made me shout at the radio Yes! Yes! Yes!
That made people pour out of offices in London into Trafalgar square in tumultuous celebration. That suddenly created an overwhelming national feel good factor!
Is it the sense that suddenly England was going to play host to the greatest sporting festival in the world. That suddenly London was going to be put on the map. That the world no longer held the War in Iraq against us. That we had managed to whop the French! That suddenly there was a sense of new community spirt, new prospects for regeneration, new business opportunities etc.
Suddenly the whole media has gone sporting crazy? Why? What does this mean? What is the point of it all?
Perhaps the Olympics is a celebration of life itself! A celebration of health! A celebration of the human strength of character, strength of resolve, strength of physical prowress, ambition and drive.
Is this the Athenian Spirit?
If so what does this mean for me?
What is it about the Olympics that suddenly captivated the nation. That made me shout at the radio Yes! Yes! Yes!
That made people pour out of offices in London into Trafalgar square in tumultuous celebration. That suddenly created an overwhelming national feel good factor!
Is it the sense that suddenly England was going to play host to the greatest sporting festival in the world. That suddenly London was going to be put on the map. That the world no longer held the War in Iraq against us. That we had managed to whop the French! That suddenly there was a sense of new community spirt, new prospects for regeneration, new business opportunities etc.
Suddenly the whole media has gone sporting crazy? Why? What does this mean? What is the point of it all?
Perhaps the Olympics is a celebration of life itself! A celebration of health! A celebration of the human strength of character, strength of resolve, strength of physical prowress, ambition and drive.
Is this the Athenian Spirit?
If so what does this mean for me?
Monday, July 04, 2005
I love My Kids
Apart from my wife my kids are the most wonderful thing to have happend to me in my life.
Kids - they wake you up early in the morning, they whinge, they cry, they throw tantrums and scream - but can anything compare with the overwhelming love you feel when you look into their eyes.
Can anything compare with this?
Kids - they wake you up early in the morning, they whinge, they cry, they throw tantrums and scream - but can anything compare with the overwhelming love you feel when you look into their eyes.
Can anything compare with this?
Who am I?
Deciding to Blog was the easy part.
The really difficult thing was deciding what to call myself in my blooging handle? It's one thing to be born with a name - far more challenging to give yourself a name. What's in a name? Names speak volumes - they tell the world who you are but perhaps more insightful how you see yourself! Are you a run of the mill Jack or Jim, a trendy street wise person, someone who takes themselves far too serious or someone who doesn't really care.
Which one am I you decide!
I chose Igbo Man because even though I was born in the UK of mixed Nigerian and Jamaican parentage and have lived in the UK for over 25 years - I trace my outlook on life to my upbringing in a Western European , West indian, West African fusion steered by my father's orgins from an eastern tribe in Nigeria called the Igbos.
The really difficult thing was deciding what to call myself in my blooging handle? It's one thing to be born with a name - far more challenging to give yourself a name. What's in a name? Names speak volumes - they tell the world who you are but perhaps more insightful how you see yourself! Are you a run of the mill Jack or Jim, a trendy street wise person, someone who takes themselves far too serious or someone who doesn't really care.
Which one am I you decide!
I chose Igbo Man because even though I was born in the UK of mixed Nigerian and Jamaican parentage and have lived in the UK for over 25 years - I trace my outlook on life to my upbringing in a Western European , West indian, West African fusion steered by my father's orgins from an eastern tribe in Nigeria called the Igbos.
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