Zimbabwe has reached a critical point in its development and I can’t help comparing it to our walk with God as an African people. Our spirituality is compromised with the potholes of unbelief which we have tried to mend by attending church on one hand and performing occult rituals on the other.

Our leaders beat their chests and we tremble like they are King Kong because of our BS (Belief system) which allows them to take liberties for themselves and theirs at our expense. Our water and electricity come as if they are a favour to us more than a necessity.

We basically worship complacency while blaming the west for our worst. Some of us have called on God but many of us have walked out on Him as we helped ourselves to the diamonds in the Chiadzwa’s we coveted abroad.

We have made countless mistakes and many more to come but one thing I know is that we serve a God who makes miracles out of big mistakes. Let us not turn our eyes on whether we can prevent mistakes or not but let us turn our eyes on the saving grace which can take us exactly where we need to go despite our short comings. In the upcoming elections I don’t trust a single soul to bring a lasting solution but I trust an ever living God to use flawed leaders to take us where we need to go.

You have to be in it to win it

I have just served my final night duty as a receptionist in ER to start succeeding in my personal business.  This decision has been a long time coming, since a particularly turbulent heartbreak in May of 2015 to be exact (I won’t go into the details but the cut was deep and I hit both emotional and financial rock bottom for a while).

I have worked two jobs in this time frame and while I was there God taught me all that I needed to learn about the route I’ve now taken. There have been countless hours of research, bold facing of truths about myself, painful admissions of my poorer choices, wrestling in my thoughts, deciding one minute and changing my mind the next but there came a point when I stopped dead in my tracks and knew what I had to do.

As a first born you always want to be the one setting the attractive example, making it so that the younger ones can find their way through your steps. When I was growing up my mom gave me constant reminders about this responsibility and I felt it so heavy on my shoulders that I let it fall to the fear that I would make a mistake and be responsible for my siblings’ mistakes too (they went on to make mistakes even without my failure to set the example).

I never took initiative to make meaningful decision so most of my life was basically decided for me and I just went with it assuming this is what would make me the daughter worth celebrating. In his Sunday service this past week (27 May, titled “Decisions and Consequences”) Bishop T.D. Jakes made reference to the parable of the prodigal son and it struck me in a way it had never struck me before.

You see the way I had always looked at it was that this prodigal son was the bad guy and I didn’t want to be anything like him. You can imagine my surprise when I realised that it might have worked out better for me if I had been the prodigal son, bold enough to make a decision albeit the wrong one than live on a high horse of never making any meaningful decisions of my own.

Bishop pointed out that the inheritance had been split between “them” and it hit me that the two could have both done something with this inheritance but only one took that crazy youth-inspired leap and made some hectic mistakes.

I can imagine the older brother taking his inheritance and burying it in the ground so that he would never waste it, I can see him hanging around at home smothering Dad with affection and over compensation for his brother’s disappearance into the dark sexy crevices in the world.

I can even hear him telling his friends about how he was the one holding it all together at home since his brother left. I can see his girlfriend placing him on a pedestal because he was so apparently selfless. I can even see him passing up every opportunity that came his way out of a misguided obligation to be the good one who stayed home.

I used to be one of those people who didn’t participate/apply myself but got upset when the outcome didn’t go my way. It wasn’t that it was dangerous or I wasn’t allowed to, it was because I made a choice not to make a choice and indecision has had me stuck for a VERY long time.

My prayer today is for us the sons of God, those who stayed home and those who went buck wild may our Father’s goodness lead us to the true purpose for which he made us. May those things that have perverted our beliefs be brought out into the light and may our decisions be made the better for it.

Through our faith in him may we make miraculous mistakes which change lives and may we learn to love each other despite our backgrounds and the ways we’ve fallen in life. As we vote for a new president may our internal presidents be the first to receive our vote of confidence in your having created us for a time such as this..Amen