Much ado about a Candle light

I remember sometime last year, in fact, I think it was this time last year… I had a truck load of thoughts bouncing all up in my head, but most laden of them all was the nagging question of “Funto, what can you do?” … ” What really is my talent?”. Now, trying to answer this question was a major challenge for me and failing to come forth with answers was leading me into a state of depression step by step as I saw other people do things they were apparently gifted in… you know: singing, dancing, comedy, playing of musical instruments, soccer blah blah blah..
iRemember taking a walk one day in school talking to God, telling Him how I was tired of this state, I had been unhappy for a week or two… I cried that night and laid that burden upon him, asking him to take control. I stopped pondering on this matter entirely.
Then he took control.
He began to show me things I could do, firstly, I found myself coordinating Smile Care (a humanitarian org.) in my school (a position I totally did not deserve). I began to notice how the passion to help the less-privileged got fueled up In me.
Being the coordinator of this team in school required me to talk, talk in front of people and with people, planned or totally impromptu.
He showed me yet again that I could do this and do it well.
In the light of all of this I had not come to the knowledge that this was my talent, what I was good at, what I will always be good at, till He sent an angel(a friend) who said ” It takes TALENT to do what you do” and that was it for me! — EPIPHANY!

What's the sense in this?

Now take a good look at this picture to the left… read it’s caption…

Funny thing is that loads of people out there (search yourself, you may be included) do the same thing this rather “un-bright” fellow in the picture is doing.

What is the point of having a lit candle under a bushel? Is it not meant to be placed upon a candlestick that it may shine to all that are in the house?

I get burnt when I see an obviously terrific singer or a gifted instrumentalist  or an apparently talented person in whatever it may be, who just places his/her lit candle under a basket… I go thinking “Stingy son of  a _____”  (Disclaimer: Whatever you fill in the gap, you are totally accountable for it)

No matter what your reason maybe, my bible makes me understand in Matthew 5:16 that you and I are supposed to let our light so shine that they may see your, my good works and then through that means glorify our Father in heaven.

Imagine if Mother Teresa had hid her candle light? Imagine the millions of children that would have been left homeless today?

or

If Michael Jackson never overcame Stage-fright or general shyness and refused to get on stage, imagine all those good music buried 6 feet with him.

#Didyouknow that the Greatest orator of all time was a stammerer ? Demosthenes, imagine if he hadn’t overcome this challenge and trained himself to speak even to the extent of having pebbles in his mouth. He would have died but a feeble unknown Greek. This goes out to every stammerer out there, or any one with all of them factors (S, A, H, X and those yet to come)… You can do it! If you have a passion for singing, sing. If it’s in speaking, speak! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Don’t let your talent go to grave with you, be that one candle that can light other millions of candles.

Dr Myles Munroe said that the wealthiest places in the world are not the gold mines of South America or the oil fields of Iraq or Iran. They’re not the diamond mines of South Africa or the banks of the world. The wealthiest place on the planet is just down the road. It is the cemetery. There lie buried, companies that were never started, inventions that were never made, best-selling books that were never written and masterpieces that were never painted.

In the cemetery is buried the greatest treasure of untapped potential. Don’t let yours be one of them.

But then, this is what iThink… what do I know ?

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Standing again

I WISH THIS NEVER HAPPENED…

… The first time I took a puff…now im addicted like crazy.
… That boy who first showed me a PLAYBOY Magazine.
… That pervert that molested me.
… when I lied and someone had to take the fall
… That ‘friend’ who misled me, those group of fellas I hung out with
… That JERK that hurt my feelings
… That girl who broke my heart
… That time we were so broke.. we begged for food
… The time I stole from daddy’s room or was it mummy’s….oh!  both!!
… That friend I LIED to,CHEATED on, said bad things @ their backs…even when they were faithful
… That Idiot I lost my virginity to…i should have waited
… or the time I cheated on my wife/husband
… That bribe I collected.
… Alchohol!!….m’ stupid when im drunk. Makes no sense!
… All them Hard drugs!….wish i never started!
… Lots of wrong decisions, words..

We’ve all made one mistake or the other in time past, but what the heck? …we are flesh and blood! we are only human. What matters is not the mistake made, but how we could rise back on our feet after falling and be better than when we fell.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall – Confucius

But then, this is what iThink… what do I know ?