I have heard that 70 is the number of years we have been granted to live, and that anything beyond that is the favour of the Lord. So I searched the Bible, and many times I came to zilch except when Psalmist in the first part of chapter 90 verse 10 noted;
“The days of our lives are seventy years; And if by reason of strength they are eighty years…”
Okay, I am still looking for the relevant scripture that says for sure 70 is the number. Please help me look.
In the meantime, I am thanking God for this age. I am grateful, because God has blessed the one that brought me on this earth, and ensured that she lives beyond the number 70. On Saturday, June 5, 2010, my mother, Onkgopotse Margaret Dube, clocked the blessed number. Please don’t tell her I told the whole world how old she is coz dah dah! But I think she deserves the honour to be written about.
So, I thank Father God for nurturing and guiding her to this point, and continuing to add many more years while giving her the peace, the healing, the wisdom and the love of God to continue the journey. I truly believe she deserves a pat on her back, for not only giving you Yours Truly, but my siblings too.
My mum is a special woman. She has not only single-handedly nurtured and guided the six of us, but also those of her late sister. Because of her ways, the ways of our African mothers, my cousins are my sisters and brothers. Their offspring are my many nieces and nephews.
So, thanks MaDubs, you are a star. Stay in the blessed path of God’s love and wisdom of age. Don’t ever look back with regret. Know that the good in us is your doing, and the bad is our own mess.
Step up to the Pulpit woman of God
Talking of mothers, I have a thought. Call it an inspiration, a revelation. It is for you ladies blessed with preaching the Word of God. Don’t you think your moment is now? I think so.
Starting today, Friday June 11th until July 11th, our men will be, like many others, glued to the television screens, and those crazy enough, will be down there in Mzansi stadiums, watching the 2010 FIFA World Cup. Believe you me, their eyes will be on nothing but the round ball on the field chased by 22 guys with one called a referee whistling and shouting at them.
Expect your man to be kicking and screaming, for Christian men don’t swear.
Anyway as they do that, women of God, you can be assured that our men’s eyes will not be on the most important goal – God’s work.
I know some will argue soccer is a very important aspect of our lives. I agree, and believe you me I am a soccer fanatic, and anyone who tells me Bafana Bafana is a dead horse, I say you are dead wrong.
And like many soccer fanatics, I have my choice, and it is not Brazil, nor any of the African giants who have made it to the world stage. Not, I just love the boys in Orange— the Dutch boys. Not Germany, though I never really minded them. I am talking the Netherlands, Holland mei skat.
But coming back to the women of the Cloth. I am not advocating for a revolt here. I am just thinking, aloud. I am saying lets do what we have been quietly in the background, and take the God given opportunity, the World Cup craze, and step up to the pulpit. I say it is the moment for the Esthers and Deborahs of our generation to take up their positions.
These women are my inspiration, as many other women who found their place in the Bible, Mary the mother of Jesus, Elizabeth, Sarah, Ruth, Rebecca, Naomi and so forth and so forth. These women knew their roles, and when the time was right, they did wonders. And somehow, women always step to the glory of God in the troubled times.
Take Deborah my friend. She comes alive in Judges chapter 4. It was at the time Israel was slave to Jabin the king of Canaan. After they cried to the Lord following many years of cruel oppression under the army commander Sisera, in verses 4 – 5, we are told that;
“Deborah, a prophetess, the wife of Lappidoth, was leading Israel at that time. She held court under the Palm of Deborah between Ramah and Bethel in the hill country of Ephraim, and the Israelites came to her to have their disputes decided.”
She informed Barak of the Lord’s commands for him to take an army of ten thousand men of Naphtali and Zebulun to go after Sisera. But Barak was nervous and told her, in verse 8, that “If you go with me, I will go; but if you don’t go with me, I won’t go.”
Of which Deborah agreed to. “I will go with you. But because of the way you are going about this, but the honor will not be yours, for the Lord will hand Sisera over to a woman.”
And that’s exactly what happened, Sisera, the enemy fell into the woman’s hand, just as the enemy will fall into your hand today.
So, women of God, this your call. As our men take a break from the real work, step up to the plate. Know that God is ready and waiting to hand over Satan to you.
I say with determination and encouragement, there is nothing that will stop the whole army of prayer warriors to bring down the walls of Jericho.
So mothers, there! Take the cross, and lead the nation out of captivity. With your Vuvuzelas, the Bible, and your Makarapas, Psalms 91, you are armed for battle. March on, the devil is going down.
Viva FIFA World Cup Viva. Viva mothers of the cloth, Viva.