While I may not be able to resist the physical oppression that overwhelms any physical means of resistance I have at my disposal, it has never been a reason for me to remain oppressed in my mind. Far too many see the shackles on their wrists and assume that to be a denial of their freedom to think and to choose. I may not be able to choose my freedom of movement or association at all times, but I can always choose how much of that oppression defines me or what I am capable of contributing towards its dismantling.
The joy of symbols. So here we have a mosque with a paving design that incorporates the Jewish symbol which is the Star of David. To my knowledge, it is widely accepted that: The five pointed star is the star used by various Christian kings, including King Richard (if I’m not mistaken) who was being Continue Reading
I’m in a strange mood this evening. This simple yet serene photo brought tears to my eyes. The humble act of worship defines us in its simplicity, yet it’s the greatest demand ever placed on our egos. I cannot worship if I consider myself to be godly by nature. But I cannot submit if I Continue Reading
Perhaps if we worshipped more and prayed less, we may find that we’ll have less reason to pray and more reason to worship. That’s not as cryptic as it may sound. Worship, to me, is acknowledging the greatness of the Almighty and His power to make anything happen in your life. Prayer on the other Continue Reading