Fope's Blog

Basically just what the title says: I'm starting a new series of psts and they'l all have "Fopsy's Days With Jesus" before the day's title. That already feels like a handful to type, so it might just be #FDWT...because it's 2014 and hashtags are a thing. I originally started this on a different blog, but I figured I'd just merge everything. Makes life easier. :) They'll be daily reflections on what I read in the bible or hear on the radio or watch on YouTube... all having to do with Jesus anyway.  It’ll be anything and everything.  Enjoy!

You know how you can say you've been a Christian all your life? Like your parents were as Christian as Christians get. You could count the number of Sundays in your life where you'd missed church on one hand. The dress code was and still is "if you can't wear it to church, you can't wear it at all". You kept as much of a distance as necessary from all things worldly because it's "flee all appearances of evil" right? You heard it over and over again-no sex before marriage. It was a no-brainer and yes you got it. After all, the bible did say thou shall not commit fornication. Hmm wait did it?  Anyway, you knew Jesus as your Lord and saviour, because often enough they'd say you know your parents' salvation doesn't make you saved; salvation is a personal decision. So you understood these things, understood the ways of the church, the rituals of service, and the shame that came from answering in the negative to whether you had your qu

I'm staring at you right now and all I see are eyes. Eyes that bear an uncanny resemblance to those of the girl who came up to me just last week. After work everyday, I have a spot of Mivhy Street where I write poems. I have a really hard to miss sign that says "Stop, pick a poem about everything and nothing and feel free to leave a tip". So she stopped and said hello, but didn't try to make eye contact with me like my regular customers did. She just started blankly. I said "hi" and smiled, expecting her to ask me about my work like others did. Just as I was about to ask if there was something I could do for her she said, "Can I just sit here next to you and cry? I need a moment to cry and not look like I'm crying. You're here writing poems so can you make it look like you're writing a poem about me or something. If you had a speaker playing slow and sad music in addition to this set-up, it could enhance your tip-ability. You can say no

Some days I want to sit here and blog about how much I should be loving God and all. It's one of those days. Days when all the human diaries I have would only have half assed "aww...pele(s)" to offer. So I'm just here trying not diaritize the blog and focus on all that's going right. She had  has Instead of her regular Friday reminders, Today she remembers  W e looked down on him, thought he was scum. But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—  our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us. We thought he brought it on himself,  that God was punishing him for his own failures. But it was our sins that did that to him,  that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins! He took the punishment, and that made us whole.     Through his bruises we get healed. We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.     We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way. And  God  has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,  on him, on

Meet Psalmos I’m having way too much fun listening and moving to this song. I love her voice! I should know the 'technical term'  for what I like about her voice, but I don’t. While you’re listening to that (you’re doing that right?),   I've had the itch to blog for a while now and I'm slowly getting around to scratching it. So I have here what I’ve written so far. I'm not really scared to put unfinished work out there. I think it's okay to let your imaginations help you complete it, like I'll be doing eventually.  Enjoy! ----------------------------------- The hardest thing about coming home has been that nothing changed. I was looking forward to having a familiar yet unfamiliar place to return to. Kind of like a fresh start but with elements from the past that didn't need fixing. But nothing has changed. These streets still smell like freshly brewed human stench, the mix of unbathed bodies, decomposing waste and everything else

I wrote this piece on last year's "Live it loud " experience, and all I could say was that it was an amazing experience! I couldn't exactly express how I felt about it, but I knew it was great. I've had a year to think about why that was, and here's what I've come up with:   It had been so long since I had heard doctrine that sound and for that amount of time (almost 4 days of non-stop goodness!) oh my goodness!  I like to think of myself as a turn down kind of person, but it turned out that all I needed was my kind of turn up; live it loud provided that and more.  It was a road trip and mini vacation in one! Those are two of my favorite things.  I think amidst all that excitement, I ate the word but somehow didn't digest it. So I tasted it, knew that it was great, but it didn't do much to my body. So it ended there and I couldn't even point to what I remembered from the whole conference.  This is so easy to do you know? In the excitem

If you didn't sing that title in Beyonce's "I've been drinking, I've been drinking" voice you need to go back and fix that. Like right now. Lol.  Have you? Alright then. You know how on some days you want to just share your issues. Like, ranting with no purpose other than to talk to someone without holding back. Not because you want their advice or their judgement. Not because you need a friend or sympathy of some sort...you just want to talk. Turns out many people don't get this. Everyone's so eager to be the hero, save the day, give you that life changing piece of advice. And you're just there like urgh, just shut up and listen. Anyway, I think that’s why I want to be a shrink, one of the reasons why. In the absence of suitable humans, I've been doodling. Lol! I'm just going to take the liberty to call it art. You might disagree, but when I use the "hang in gallery" feature on art pad, it looks as gorgeous as regular art wo