Sunday Funday
If you're expecting something serious today, hmmm! I don't know what to tell you but keep reading.
Hiya People of My Laive!
Welcome back to our writing channel or should I say Little corner of my heart, My Heart To Yours—where I overshare, rant, and try to act like a responsible adult.
Anyway, today’s gist is not deep—just to fulfill the righteousness that I wrote to you this week. So, take it that you're seeing this post on a Friday night and not Sunday night. Amen?
First off, let me just say, this week? This week has been dragging me by the edges of my wig! (Oh! just remembered I’m on dreadlocks) Anyhoo! you get the point. Work had me thinking for other people while my own life was on pause. It’s like I was living on autopilot. How demanding, but it is what it is. I wanted to write you guys earlier, but every time I thought of putting words together, my brain just whispered, “Not today, dear.”
But somehow, I still found the energy to start something bold. Something that requires discipline. Something I have shockingly never done before, despite being in church since fetus era.
Now, let’s talk about my Bible study plan—or as I like to call it, “New Year, New Me, But Make It Spiritual.”
I had a moment of self-realization recently: How have I been in church since fetus era and have NEVER read the Bible cover to cover?! A joke! So, I started a chronological reading plan. 1200 pages? Not bad. Ah… who am I kidding? Matter of fact, suddenly feeling sleepy. Ekwensu, laa azụ! (Get behind me, Satan!) If you laugh at my Igbo, that’s on You!
Genesis 1-5 has been an interesting ride—creation story, Adam’s genealogy, the ultimate origin story. Does it refute the Big Bang theory? Maybe. Maybe not. Frankly, I don’t really care how we got here. (Is that bad?) All I know is—the created must bow to the Creator. Simple logic.
Now, can we talk about how people were casually living to be 800+ years old?! Meanwhile, here I am, and my back is already cracking in my 20s. Make it make sense. And while humans were aging gracefully for centuries, God was busy engineering ecosystems, ensuring rain watered the earth. A multitasking King.
One thing that caught my eyes; God was not patriarchal. Shocking, right? But it’s there in black and white: Eve was a helper COMPARABLE to Adam. Not beneath. Not inferior. Comparable. Meaning, a worthy counterpart. So, anybody trying to twist Scripture to justify nonsense—better go and read their Bible again.
And then, there’s Enoch disappearing like a WhatsApp message you regret sending. (Fun Fact: Enoch did not die. “He was no more. God took him.”) Not really sure what this means, but I trust they’ll elaborate later.
But what cracked me up the most? The name copycat-ing. Adam had Abel, Cain and Seth. Cain’s son was Enoch; Seth’s son was Enosh. Whose son was named Cainan.. What in the name of zero originality? Smh, younger siblings. Thank God I’m an older sibling!
Favorite verse so far? “The voice of your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground.” Whew. A powerful reminder to do right by people.
Speaking of cries…
Ever walked into a stinky church bathroom on a Sunday morning? The way people suddenly turn prayer warriors is unmatched: “JESUUUUS!”, “Father Looord!”, “God forbid!”. And the most fascinating of all: “BLOOD OF NEBUCHADNEZZAR!” Wait. Sorry, what? Nebu? As in Nebuchadnezzar, the guy who mocked God, went mad for seven years, and started eating grass like a cow and whose nails became like bird’s claws? What about his blood?! 😂😂😂
Honestly, church people are the funniest. No doubt.
Life is already doing its own, so please let’s try and enjoy the little things, laugh when we can, and be kind to people (before their blood starts crying out from the ground). I pray this week favors you, and may God grant you wisdom where you need it.
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