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Lenses on: A Quick Heart Check

Have you read the story of Ahab and Naboth (1 Kings 21)? Can you imagine how Ahab’s covetous desire for Naboth’s vineyard led to Jezebel’s wicked scheme and ultimately, Naboth’s death? If you haven't read the story, don't worry, I'll gist you. So... Ahab, a whole king, saw the only vineyard Naboth had and decided he wanted it for himself ( to make a vegetable garden) . He approached Naboth and offered him either a better vineyard or money in exchange. but Naboth refused, because that vineyard was the only thing he inherited from his ancestors.  Now instead of accepting the “no”, cry-cry Ahab went home angry and even refused to eat ( yes, a proper grown man throwing a toddler tantrum ). His wife, Jezebel came in, saw the drama, and asked what was wrong. When he told her Naboth had refused to give up the vineyard, she basically said, "leave it to me, I gat this" , and  she meant it. Jezebel wrote letters in Ahab’s name, sealed them with his seal, and sent them to t...

Standards, Boundaries and Becoming

There are things I no longer apologize for, not out of pride, but because I am growing. You may wonder,  what are these things?  I’ll spare you the guesswork: they are  standards and boundaries. I remember a morning during my SIWES training. It was just another routine class until a side conversation took center stage. Someone had mentioned that it was okay to have “friends with benefits”, and suddenly the room was alive with opinions. Some called it harmless. One person said it was against the standards of morality. Then a lady responded sharply, “Who set the standards?” That question silenced the room, but it revealed something much deeper to me: how blurred our moral lines have become, how we have slowly drifted into a world where feelings dictate truth, and convenience overrides conviction. That moment was one of my earliest realizations of how far we’ve slipped, not just in behavior, but in mindset. The real danger isn’t always rebellion. Sometimes, it’...