Friday, January 31, 2014

truth

Teach me thy way, O Lord; I will walk in thy truth: unite my heart to fear thy name. Psalm 86:11.

Say with your whole heart, “I will walk in Thy truth.” Every resolution expressed in the fear of God will give strength to purpose and to faith. It will tend to stimulate and to humble, to strengthen and confirm. “I will walk in thy truth.” Truth deserves our confidence none the less because the world is flooded with fables. Because error and counterfeit are in circulation it only evidences the fact that there is truth, genuine truth, somewhere....

It is not enough for us to hear the truth only. God requires of us obedience. “Blessed are they that hear the word of God, and keep it.” Luke 11:28. “If ye know these things, happy are ye if ye do them.” John 13:17.

We may walk in the enjoyment of the truth. It need not be to us a yoke of bondage, but a consolation, a message to us of glad tidings of great joy, animating our hearts and causing us to make melody in our hearts unto God. Through patience and comfort of the Scriptures we have hope. The Christian hope is not gloomy, comfortless. Oh, no, no. It does not shut us up in a prison of doubts and fears. The truth makes free those who love and are sanctified through it. They walk in the glorious liberty of the sons of God.

We who claim to believe the truth should reveal its fruits in our words and character. We are to be far advanced in a knowledge of Jesus Christ, in the reception of His love for God and for our neighbor, in order to have the sunlight of heaven shining in our daily life. Truth must reach down to the deepest recesses of the soul, and cleanse away everything unlike the spirit of Christ, and the vacuum be supplied by the attributes of His character who was pure and holy and undefiled, that all the springs of the heart may be as flowers, fragrant with perfume, a sweet-smelling savor, a savor of life unto life. 

It is truth enshrined in the soul that makes one a man of God. 

think about these things
-e g white

Thursday, January 30, 2014

.............time



I read two humorous stories lately with a similar theme:

A 5-five-year-old boy was discussing with his father some of the differences between their childhoods.  The father pointed out that when he was young, he didn't have things such as Nintendo, cellphones, computers or digital cameras.

He realized just how huge the generation gap was when his son asked him, "Did you have fruit?"

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A 12-year-old girl asked her mother, "Mom, do you have a baby picture of yourself?  I need it for a school project."  Her mother gave her one without thinking to ask what the project was.

A few days later she was in the classroom for a parent-teacher meeting when she noticed her face pinned to a mural the students had created.  The title of their project was "The oldest thing in my house."

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     I am always amazed at how young people view those who are older.  I can remember when I was in my early 20's (35 years ago!) thinking of a couple at church as being very old, almost ancient.  That couple is in their 80's today, which means that 35 years ago.......they were a lot younger than I am now!  I can't help but wonder, is that how young people view me?  Do they think that I am very old, almost ancient?  Needless to say, my perspective of what constitutes "really old" has changed through the years.

     I'm also amazed at how our perspective on the passing of time changes as we get older.  Looking ahead as a young man, it seemed as if being in my 50's was an eternity away.  Now, looking back, it doesn't seem that long ago that I was in my 20's.  How quickly the time has gone!  And every year seems to pass with even more speed.

     Peter was so right when he said, “All flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of the grass.  The grass withers, and its flower falls away..." (I Peter 1:24).  Job put it this way:  "We grow up like flowers and then dry up and die.  We are like a passing shadow that does not last." (Job 14:2, NCV).

     The glories of this life are indeed fading and before we know it, they will be gone.  Which would be depressing if it were not for the realization that those who are in Christ have an inheritance waiting for us "that does not fade away" (I Peter 1:4).

     So, while you are on this earth, make good use of your time (as short as it may be).  It will be gone before you know it.  But make sure you live your life in a way that gives you something to look forward to when this life is over.

Have a great day! (especially you "really old" people in your 80's!)  :)
-alan smith

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

arm



A 10-year-old boy felt as though he had lost his identity when he lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.  After six months of adjusting to his handicap, he decided to study judo despite the fact that he had only one arm.
 
The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training, the master had taught him only one move.

"Sensei," the boy finally said, "Shouldn't I be learning more moves?"

"This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the sensei replied. Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.

Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match.

Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals. This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced.  For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened. "No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue."

Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard.  Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion. On the way home, the boy and the sensei reviewed every move in each and every match.

Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind: "Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"

"You won for two reasons," the sensei answered. "First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm."
 
The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength!

Paul knew that God will take our biggest weakness and use it to show His strength.  "But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. [10] That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Cor. 12:9-10 )
-anonymous

web




During World War II, a young soldier became separated from his unit on a Pacific Island. In the smoke and the crossfire, he had lost touch with his comrades. Alone in the jungle, he could hear enemy soldiers coming in his direction. Scrambling for cover, he found his way up a high ridge to several small caves in the rock and quickly crawled inside.



Although safe for the moment, he realized that once the enemy soldiers looking for him swept up the ridge, they would quickly search all the caves and he would be killed.   As he waited, he prayed, "Lord, if it be your will, please protect me. Whatever your will, though, I love you and trust you. In Jesus name, Amen."



When he looked up from his despairing plea for help, he saw a spider beginning to weave its web at the entrance of the cave. As he watched the delicate threads being slowly drawn across the mouth of the cave, the young soldier pondered its irony. He thought to himself, "God really does have a sense of humor. I asked God for protection and deliverance and He sent me a spider instead. I needed a stone wall and God sent a spider. How can a spider save me?"






Soon he heard the sound of his enemies, who were now scouring the area looking for those in hiding. One soldier with a gun slowly walked up to the cave's entrance. As the young man crouched in the darkness, hoping to surprise the enemy in a last-minute, desperate attempt to save his own life, he felt his heart pounding wildly out of control. As the enemy moved cautiously forward to enter the cave, he came upon the spider's web, which by now was completely strung across the opening. He backed away and called out to a comrade, "There can't be anyone in here. They would have had to break this spider's web to enter the cave. Let's move on."



The young man fell on his face and cried out to God, "Lord, forgive me, I had forgotten that in you a spider's web is stronger than a brick wall."



Years later, this young man, who become a preacher and evangelist, wrote about that ordeal. What he observed has stood by me in times of trouble, especially during those times when everything seemed impossible. He wrote: "Where God is, a spider's web is as a stone wall. Where God is not, a stone wall is as a spider's web."



We all face times of great trouble. When we do, it is so easy to forget the victories that God would work in our lives, sometimes in the most surprising ways, if we would only trust him. Nehemiah reminded the people of Israel when they faced the task of rebuilding Jerusalem, "In God we will have success!"  (Nehemiah 2:20)



Whatever is happening in your life today, just remember... "Where God is, a spider's web is as a stone wall. Where God is not, a stone wall is as a spider's web."
-anonymous

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

quiet


The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing. (Zephaniah 3:17)  I thought of my life. I thought of what the passage says about God and how He feels about me. He is mighty to save.  He will take great delight in me.  He will quiet me with his love. He will rejoice over me.

I confess that although I do not know if I fully understand what it means to be quieted by His love, I do know that there is something inside me that says, "I need that, Lord!" As I pondered more, I prayed, "Lord, please quiet me with Your love."

       "Lord, please quiet me with Your love.
       "Lord, please quiet me with Your love.
       "Lord, please quiet me with Your love.

"Lord, I get loud sometimes. Not so much verbally loud, but my spirit gets loud. My heart gets loud. My mind gets loud. The world around me gets loud and the loudness overwhelms me to the point that everything within me and around me seems to be loud. So, Lord, please quiet me with Your love.

"In these times of unrest and confusion in our nation and world, I need to be quieted by your love, dear Lord. Decisions are being made that may well change the way we live and function as a people. Lord, please quiet me with Your love.

"As the years pass more rapidly than my mind can comprehend, I need to be quieted with Your love. I cannot keep up. I try, but I seem to fall farther and farther behind. Lord, please quiet me with Your love.

"In times when I fear for my very life and for the lives of my family and friends, I need to be quieted by Your love. In times when my spirit is under attack by the Enemy to such an extent that I begin to wonder if You are still there, I need to be quieted by Your love. Lord, please quiet me with Your love.

"In times of discouragement when I have failed to live like You have asked me to live, I need to be quieted by Your love.  In times of disappointment over dreams that have faded and when other people have failed to live up to my expectations, I need to be quieted by Your love.  Lord, please quiet me with Your love.
 
"In times of loss and my heart has been broken, I need to be quieted by your love. In times of sadness when a joyful spirit seems too much to consider, I need to be quieted by Your love. Lord, please quiet me with Your love.

"In times of suffering and pain as the result of another's actions or my own, I need to be quieted by Your love. In times when others are suffering because of my actions and I am helpless to undo what I have done, I need to be quieted by Your love. And they need to be quieted by Your love. Lord, please quiet me with Your love.

"In times of distress and anxiety over all that I must do, or feel that I must do, I need to be quieted by Your love. In times when life is so loud that I cannot hear my own thoughts, I need to be quieted by Your love. Lord, please quiet me with Your love.

"Unless You quiet me with Your love, dear Lord, my life will surely be filled with noises that may drown Your voice from my ears. Lord, I need to be quieted by Your love.

"When I remind myself that You are with me, when I contemplate Your power, when I consider that You take great delight in me and when I think of You rejoicing over me with singing because of Your love for me, I am quieted. My heart is quieted. My spirit rests.

"Lord, You have quieted me with Your love."

"The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing." (Zephaniah 3:17)
-tom novell

Sunday, January 19, 2014

how


During Napoleon's invasion of Russia, his troops were battling in the middle of yet another small town in that endless wintry land, when he was accidentally separated from his men. A group of Russian Cossacks spotted him and began chasing him through the twisting streets. Napoleon ran for his life and ducked into a little furrier's shop on a side alley. As Napoleon entered the shop, gasping for breath, he saw the furrier and cried piteously, "Save me, save me! Where can I hide?" The furrier said, "Quick, under this big pile of furs in the corner," and he covered Napoleon up with many furs.

No sooner had he finished than the Russian Cossacks burst in the door shouting, "Where is he? We saw him come in." Despite the furrier's protests, they tore his shop apart trying to find Napoleon. They poked into the pile of furs with their swords but didn't find him. Soon, they gave up and left.

After some time, Napoleon crept out from under the furs, unharmed, just as Napoleon's personal guards came in the door. The furrier turned to Napoleon and said timidly, "Excuse me for asking this question of such a great man, but what was it like to be under those furs, knowing that the next moment would surely be your last?"

Napoleon drew himself up to his full height and said to the furrier indignantly, "How could you ask me, the Emperor Napoleon, such a question? Guards, take this impudent man out, blindfold him and execute him. I, myself, will personally give the command to fire!"

The guards grabbed the furrier, dragged him outside, stood him against a wall and blindfolded him. The furrier could see nothing, but he could hear the guards shuffle into line and prepare their rifles. Then he heard Napoleon clear his throat and call out, "Ready! Aim!" In that moment, a feeling he could not describe welled up within him; tears poured down his cheeks.

Suddenly the blindfold was stripped from his eyes. Although partially blinded by the sunlight he could see Napoleon's eyes looking intently into his own -- eyes that seemed to see every dusty corner of his soul.

Then Napoleon said, "Now you know."

There are some things that simply cannot be described to you. If you haven't experienced them for yourself, you can't begin to know the feeling. If you've never sat by the bed of your father while cancer eats away at his body, you can't begin to know what it feels like. If you've never had a spouse walk out the door knowing they will never return, you can't begin to know what it feels like. If you've never had to bury a daughter before she was old enough to ride a bicycle, you can't begin to know what it feels like.

The list could go on and on. Eventually, I would get to what weighs on your soul. You have friends who try to comfort you by saying, "I understand," but deep down you know they don't. They can't. Not without experiencing it for themselves, and you wouldn't wish that on them.

What that means, though, is that you are in a position to minister in a special way to people who are suffering the same thing that you have suffered in the past. God is able to use your past painful experiences to help others in a way that no one else can. If you have had to deal with an alcoholic family member, you are in a position to minister to others in that situation. If you have suffered the death of a young child, you are in a position to minister to others in that situation. If you have raised a child as a single parent, you are able to minister to others in that situation.

The list could go on and on. Eventually, I would get to what you have suffered in the past. It was painful. It was tough to get through. But having done so, be aware of the opportunities you now have to be of service to others. You know exactly how they feel. Let them know that.

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God." (2 Cor. 1:3-4)
-alan smith

Saturday, January 18, 2014

basket


The story is told of an old man who lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning, Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading from his old worn-out Bible.

His grandson who wanted to be just like him tried to imitate him in any way he could. One day the grandson asked, "Papa, I try to read the Bible just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bible do?" The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and said, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring back a basket of water." The boy did as he was told, even though all the water leaked out before he could get back to the house.



The grandfather laughed and said, "You will have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.

This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was "impossible to carry water in a basket," and he went to get a bucket instead. The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You can do this. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again. At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got far at all. The boy scooped the water and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty.

Out of breath, he said, "See Papa, it's useless!"

"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket." The boy looked at the basket and for the first time he realized that the basket looked different. Instead of a dirty old coal basket, it was clean. "Son, that's what happens when you read the Bible. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, it will change you from the inside out.

That is the work of God in our lives.  To change us from the inside out and to slowly transform us into the image of His Son.  

Take time to read a portion of God's word each day.
-- Author Unknown

Friday, January 17, 2014

sticker



A man was being tailgated by a stressed-out woman on a busy boulevard.  Suddenly, the light turned yellow, just in front of him.  He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.  The tailgating woman immediately hit her horn, screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to get through the intersection with him.

As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer.  The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up.  He took her to the police station where she was searched, fingerprinted, photographed, and placed in a cell.

After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.

He said, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, waving your fist at the guy off in front of you, and swearing at him.  I noticed the 'Choose Life' license plate holder, the 'What Would Jesus Do" bumper sticker, the 'Follow Me to Sunday School' bumper sticker and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk.  Naturally, I assumed you had stolen the car."

Ouch!  We are often eager to communicate our faith by putting cute little bumper stickers on our cars .  And there's nothing wrong with that unless we think that the bumper sticker can serve as a substitute for actually living a Christ-like life.  Few people will be converted by a bumper sticker.  But people WILL be impacted (and perhaps eventually changed) by a lifestyle that seeks to put God's Word into practice.  And, just as surely, people will be repulsed by a religion that allows the hypocrisy of talking about God without the desire to live for God.

"What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save him?.....But someone will say, 'You have faith; I have deeds.'  Show me your faith without deeds, and I will show you my faith by what I do." (James 2:14,18)

May Christ shine through you in what you do and what you say today (whether you have a bumper sticker or not).
-alan smith

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

calling



"If we are distressed, it is for your comfort and salvation; if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which produces in you patient endurance of the same sufferings we suffer." (2 Corinthians 1:6)

"God must love you a lot! He doesn't allow someone to go through the kinds of adversity you have experienced unless He has a special calling on your life." Those were the words said to me by two different mentors at two different times within a three-year period.

Later I would learn another related truth from a respected man of God - a man who lives in another country, a man whom God uses throughout the globe. "The depth and width of your faith experiences are directly proportional to your calling." What were these men of God saying?

They were describing a process of preparation that God takes each of His leaders through when He plans to use them in significant ways. A "faith experience" is an event or "spiritual marker" in your life about which you can say, "That is where I saw God personally moving in my life." It is an unmistakable event in which God showed Himself personally to you. It was the burning bush for Moses; the crossing of the Red Sea or the Jordan River for the nation of Israel; Jacob's encounter with the angel. It was the feeding of the 5,000 for the disciples. It was the time when you saw God face to face in your life.

If God has plans of using you in the lives of many others, you can expect that He is going to allow certain faith experiences to come into your life in order to build a foundation that will be solid. That foundation is what you will be able to look back on to keep you faithful to Him in the times of testing. Each of us must have personal faith experiences in which we experience God personally so that we can move in faith to whatever He may call us. Do you need a personal faith experience right now in your life? Pray that God will reveal Himself to you. He delights in doing that.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

lost


THINKING ABOUT AdventisM and BROTHERHOOD
21 November 2013

Editorial Note

·       The original version of this paper was authored and distributed by the writer in the evening of 18 November 2013. I sent the paper to fifty-seven persons. Five persons of this number were unreachable. I have been blessed and deeply touched by the appreciative and constructive responses I have received from some of the readers. I have been enriched by their comments. Thank you, friends. What you have in your hand now is a slightly expanded version of the first paper.

              
INTRODUCTION
I felt as though part of me was being torn away as I read of the death of Chinua Achebe this past March. This eminent Nigerian writer and scholar immortalised his name when he unveiled his widely read novel, “Things fall apart,” in 1958. I presume that fellow literary scholars, Wole Soyinka and J.P. Clark, were also in fraternal pain when they dropped a short but memorable line, “We have lost a brother,” in an internet blog as they responded to the news of Achebe’s demise.  
Achebe’s “Things fall apart” and Soyinka’s “The Lion and the Jewel” were part of prescribed reading for my English class in the University of the Transkei (now Walter Sisulu University) in 1985. Kwame Ayivor, my Ghanaian English lecturer, gave me a generous mark for a paper I wrote on Soyinka’s drama, which, in essence, captures the same social dynamics that mark a traditional African community in transition and discordance because of its affectation by a foreign culture. 
The cultural transition that has been the focus of many African writers is graphically illustrated in a short incident Kenyan writer, Ngugi wa Thiong’o (1965, 1983:81), tells in his celebrated novel, “The River Between.” In a meeting of a school governing body, young man, Waiyiki, makes a proposal the school should be furnished with lavatories. But an elderly man, Kaboyi, opposes the proposal, “saying that the bush was as good a place.” Nevertheless, the young man’s proposal was adopted. A matter as mundane and simple as this one illustrates what happens when the future confronts a revered past. Kaboyi is detained in the “technology” of yesteryear while a new society is emerging around him.   
What initially impresses me about the line, “We have lost a brother,” is the depth in the simplicity and directedness of the Soyinka-Clark statement. The statement is a declaration that juxtaposes the loss Africa has suffered from Achebe’s death with the corresponding value his life has added to African literary scholarship, in particular, and global human thought, in general. In his death, Achebe has taken a portion of the continent and of the world to his grave. He belongs to the same league of illustrious scholars and creative thinkers such the eminent Ali Mazrui, Cheik Anta Diop, Leopold Senghor, Ngugi and our own Es’kia Mphahlele and Njabulo Ndebele, to name a few.
Secondly, the statement also points to the broad fraternal unity that African writers/scholars have established among themselves on matters that affect the identity, status and welfare of African people during colonial and post-colonial histories including the history of Trans-Atlantic slavery.  This is one of the major lessons I have learnt from my study of African continental and Diasporan literature – colonial and post-colonial. There are common threads of ideological and thematic concerns that these men and women spend their minds reflecting upon. Sadly, because of their incisive and expeditionary social critique, political despots often treat these writers as enemies of peace and order. They associate African patriotism with silent complicity in political malice and corruption. On the contrary, independent thinkers and responsible scholarship are not made of such flaky conceptual material.
Adventist Brotherhood
In recent days, I have been thinking of the statement, “We have lost a brother” in the context of the absence of broad socio-ideological consensus and low focus on matters of development in the Adventist community in South Africa. What I note here has nothing to do with the current tensions that are bothering the Trans-Orange Conference. I am discussing a phenomenon that has been with us as a church for decades in South Africa.
I have been telling some Adventist congregations in recent months that my generation has failed the youth of the church because of its failure/fear/reluctance/refusal to utilise its energy on issues of sustainable development. Thus, few of us can seldom declare, with clear and sincere consciences, when one of us dies, “We have lost a brother.”  You see, “brother” is more and deeper than “fellow believer”, “member” or “friend.” “Brother” presupposes a common genetic origin (biological, anthropological or religious) and enriched life-contexted progressive social affinity and solidarity around valid causes.       
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 “Brother” stands for deep-cutting connectedness at a fundamental level of existence and relationships; a social context in which truth (not imaginary self-contradictory so-called “truths”) can be told without fear of grievance or victimization.  “Brother” stands for collective action towards common goals with our God-given individual peculiarities fairly respected and protected.  “Brother” also means that I must be prepared to see the validity in the ideas that another expresses without resorting to prejudicial and insulting reactions or language. “Brother” means that I should be willing to say that I am wrong when I am wrong; that you are right when you are right; and that it is possible for us to walk and work together despite our perceptual variances, since what brings us together is greater and nobler than what separates and alienates us.
I had a “brother” in my father, Pastor Absalom Soqothile Nkosi (1908-1990). On the first Monday of November 1990, when I learnt of his death, I recalled one fact about him that made me weep with a mixture of comfort and courage in my soul. He never lied to me. I shall always remember him for this. He never lied to me. I know many people who knew him who can testify to the truthfulness of what I have just said.
Questions: When shall we stop telling Adventist children/youth that public education is not safe for them when, on the other hand, we build no Christian schools where they can be safe? Is it fundamentally ethical for us to keep expecting young people to remain true to the principles of Adventism when we continuously expose them to institutional environments that house discourses that challenge the integrity of the Christian faith?
For how long shall we tell our children that it is God’s will for them to marry Adventists when they see increasing family breakups in the church? For how long we will we spend time talking “health and temperance” in the church when we live neither healthily nor temperately?  I think it was British philosopher, Bertrand Russell, who once said that we have to make the world honest before we can tell our children that “honesty is the best policy.”
More Questions: Why do we not have forums/structures that advocate and model Christian brother/sisterhood and solidarity in the church? What makes us fail to conduct successful long-range business ventures with one another? What makes males fail to conduct Adventist Men’s conventions when women go to AWM conventions in large numbers? Why is there more positive interpersonal co-operation among women than among males in the church? What happened to the ethic and spirit of “Brother”? If “Brother” is simply a religious label for a male believer, then we need to find another term for something weightier and more biblically and morally grounded than the term “Brother.”
“Brother” is the stuff out of which the famous four Hebrew young men have become known in the history of the Christian faith. “Brother” is the essence of the classical integrity of a Joseph confronted by exquisite feminine beauty, vocal and persuasive royal power and privilege, and the joy of momentary pleasure underwritten by total privacy and utmost confidentiality.
“Brother” is the moral responsibility and exceptional patriotism that marks an Esther as her people face the threat of genocide in the land of captivity. The ethic of “Brother” embraces martyrdom without flinching in the face of ungodliness and possible death. In the ultimate, “Brother” throws the consequences of right doing to the wind as necessity calls for heroism.
“Brother” is not synonymous with working and losing sleep on wasteful and divisive causes. The principle of “Brother” keeps an eye on tomorrow and the future beyond tomorrow. “Brother” is undergirded by the one’s willingness to sacrifice present pleasures for future benefit, and let principle rule over passion.
In September, I asked an audience of university students and other senior young people who attended a Gospel Commission Conference in Cape Town if they were ready to be followed by nonbelievers if this were to be the only method of evangelism the Bible and the church would prescribe. I asked them, “Are you ready to be followed?” Where would nonbelievers land if they followed us?  Would they say that they miss a “brother”/”sister” when we are not around them?  What is your reputational quotient in the eyes of fellow Adventists and your friends in the non-church world? Are you worth following? What performance indicators mark your Christian life right now? Mark yourself on a scale of One to Ten and see if you are a genuine “Brother” or “Sister.”
MEDIOCRE ADVENTISM
There is a notion that I have harboured in my mind for some years; that much of the Adventism that surrounds us in this country and which we practise routinely severally and corporeally is mediocre. Challenge me on this one if you will. I regard the absence of a known master plan or longitudinal strategic design as the first failure of any organisation or religious movement. In the absence of a formal design for action, the church in this land, especially in the black ethnosector, can only stagger into the future by means of adhocratic thinking and behaviour. When this happens, as it currently does, cyclonic activity that claims to be forward motion feeds on routine and monotonous repetition of the old when the new stares us in the face for doing. This is why in the present annals of Adventist thought and mission we are adding nothing significant. This is not what it means to be younger “brothers” or ”sisters” of Jesus Christ.
There is virtually nothing new and spectacular that has come from the black Adventist world in our land. Show it to me, if the previous statement rubs you the wrong way. We are become a virtual religious franchise, an assembly plant of the ideas and programmes of other people. We are not creators and designers of newness. We are not a brand in the broader scheme of Adventism. We are merely there for the purpose of presence.
Before we disappear into our graves, some (many) in my generation will need to shake the greasy dust that has settled on our minds and do something before the harvest is over. Did not Jesus tell the people of his time that his father, mother, brother and sister, were those who did His father’s will and work?  To be a “brother”/”sister” to Christ means to think, pray, live and minister as he did. There can be no genuine brother/sisterhood in the absence of mission to our contemporaries.
Mediocre Adventism is rooted in spiritual consumerism that spends time and energy arguing about the sanctuary, the identity, role and status of Azazel, among other things I see on Facebook in recent weeks.  Perhaps we need to start a movement in the church called Spiritual Freedom Fighters!! I do not know the colour of the berets we will wear!!  
What do you wish to be remembered for?
I have a friend whose family runs a television station. One time he interviewed some prominent religious leaders and ended each interview with the question, “What do you wish to be remembered for?” Each of the interviewees would pause for a moment before uttering a response, for this is a question that calls on a person to undress himself of his dishonesty and pretense.
These days this is one question that I am striving to find an answer to in my own life. The answer to this question will determine whether – in the final analysis – when all has been said and done - we shall be ready, individually and collectively, to meet our “Big Brother” when He returns to lock the last gate in our earthly pilgrimage.  I humbly pray to God that we all find a sincere answer to this question; and that in our funerals somebody will be free to say, “We have lost a brother” or “We have lost a sister.”
-thula m nkosi