The Convenience Store God

Ever had that friend that only calls you when they need some thing. I mean, the moment you see their caller ID you know they want something. Bear in mind they’re never there when you need them, they pretend they don’t see you when you go out and they never wish you happy birthday even though it all over Facebook.

Maybe you don’t have any of those, but I have tons. I come to accept that maybe I was meant be a convenience store friend. You see, most of my “friendship” really are like convenience stores, you only go in when you need something and you never stay longer than it takes to get it. I actually don’t mind it anymore. I’ve come to realize that just being there when someone needs you, even though they may never return a favour is OK. Maybe you can be a witness in their lives.

What point am I trying to make from my sucky life? Stop for a minute and think… Who do we often treat like a convenience store? That’s right…God. We often wait until we’re in a pinch or worst, a pit we can’t get out of to ask for his help and guidance. As soon as he comes to our aid we forget about him and move right on with our lives.

I read a hilarious poem once about a farmer who got stuck in the snow and prayed for help. He dies unfortunately and when he gets to heaven he asked Peter why God didn’t send him help. Peter then proceeds to tell him them God did send help but he hadn’t prayed so long that God didn’t recognize his voice and sent him to a whole other state.

It’s not an accurate depiction of how God works but you get the point. Think for a moment, what if this was really how God operated, would he be able to find you when he sent help? Would he recognize your voice? How long has it been since you talked with the Lord? Is he a Convenience store to you or the place you must go everyday. Do you feel guilty and torn up inside if you miss your morning worship or your bedtime prayer?


Is he just a Convenience store God?

P.S. We often lose that which we don’t use.


A Hypocrite’s Prayer Pt2

You may be wondering what inspires one to come up with something like this.

I’ll answer you truthfully…Guilt.

I had thought of the title long before I wrote this poem. I wrote it a million ways in a head before I sat after midnight one night with a flash light and wrote it all down. I had been struggling with something that I kept asking forgiveness for. I knew I was being presumptuous but couldn’t seem to stop for any long period of time. I started referring to myself as the world’s greatest idiot for not being able to overcome my problem although I knew what the right thing to do was. The poem was to be a reminder of what I was doing and cause me to reflect on my life.

A few lessons ago  they taught the origin of the word hypocrite, two-faced. It originated from actors in ancient Greece I believe playing to characters in a play using masks to change personality. As I reflected on this seeming jovial poem that I had written I realized how two-faced I myself am. I appear to those around me as something I have never been. Very few persons knows the real me and no one for sure knows my whole story.

As I thought of my hypocrisy I became to see what a fake I am. I find myself struggling with the same issues over and over, but I often too ashamed to ask others to pray for me or for their advice. Yet I knee each night and presume that God in his tender mercies may see it fit to forgive me.

I can’t assume anyone else is like I am, but I’ve been asking God to fix me and making the necessary changes to be who God wants me to be and that alone. May be you’re like me and don’t recognize how we assume God will forgive for something we knew was wrong before we did it. maybe you do know what you’re doing. I often heard persons say that it doesn’t mattering if we sin knowing, God will forgive us anyway.

Don’t be like me… don’t allow life to get to the point where you have to struggle to find yourself and to get back to God. Wrong will always be wrong no matter how right we want it to be. Be mindful of what you do, keep in mind what you know and never loose sight of your true face.

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A Hypocrite’s Prayer

So this week I’m doing things a little different. Here’s a poem I wrote last year. Let’s start a discussion. Read it and tell me what you think. What’s happening here? What lessons can we take from this? Comment here or on Facebook. I’ll read them all then write my real piece for this week. Thanks all, I hope you enjoy.

Dear Most Righteous and Eternal Father,

I come before you this eve, unworthy;

Seeking you forgive me of my sin,

Truth is Lord; it was only a little gin.


Lord please forgive this one,

Like you forgot the one before;

See Lord I kinda kept my promise,

I didn’t drink anymore.


Lord you forgave me that at 6 o’ clock,

And a whole hour has passed by;

Surely you can again forgive me,

Like at 5 when I had the sky.

Lord I know I’m still in the bar,

I’ll leave when this prayer is done;

I’m not even sure why I did it,

Since it was no great fun.


Well for a moment they tasted great,

But that moment soon passed on;

And though they got me off the problems,

That happiness is gone.


I guess what I’m saying is I’m sorry,

That I broke your rules;

Sitting here drinking liquor,

With this sorry bunch of fools.


I only did it cause they asked me to,

So Lord whose fault is it?

But still I’m really sorry,

So don’t send me to the pit.


Lord thank you for the mercies,

You bestow on me;

But though I want to promise,

To no longer a disappointment be-


I think it may happen again,

Not that I’m planning Lord;

But it says not to make unkeepable promises,

Right there in your word,


Anyways thanks again Lord,

For dragging me from that ‘sink’;

Amen and Amen, Lord.

“Bartender! One more drink!”


Alana Ali

Frogs in Heaven

And the voice spake unto him again the second time, What God hath cleansed, that call not thou common.Acts 11: 15(KJV)

Green, slimy, gross, with tiny little beady eyes that look as if they’re starring right at you… Ewwwwwww. Frogs. YUCK!

Since I was a little girl, I’ve had an illogical fear of frogs.  I’d cross the road if I saw one in front of me, dead or alive, and I would not enter the house, or even exit, if one was on the veranda.  I can’t even look at a picture of a frog without being grossed out.

The thought occurred to me recently that there’ll be frogs in heaven. I had to pause to analyse how I felt about that. I’ve been really looking forward to going to heaven. [Not that I’m certain I’ll make it with all the mess in my life, but I intend to.] You see, I obsessed with animals. If I had my way, I owned horses, tigers, panthers, lions, wolves, foxes, eagles, dolphins, orcas, leopards, etc. etc. etc. I think you get my point, unfortunately for me though, that dream is illogical.

If (when, you have to speaking it into being) I make it to heaven being able to play with wild animals is a major plus. Imagine I get to meet my saviour, the prophets, great men and women of old, my family, my friends, strangers with awesome stories to tell [I like stories] and play with wild animals. AAAAAWWWWWEEEEE-SOME!!!

But frogs are going to be there… Well as I see it, I’ll either have to learn to love them or forget it all together, and forgetting isn’t an option. Ain’t no frog gonna keep me outta heaven.

My point, we as Christians have this belief it would that people we don’t won’t be in heaven or even if they are, we’ll find some way to avoid them. In plain Jamaican patios, “Anuh suh it wuk.” God teaches us love all people, no matter who they are or what they’ve done… Even the frogs. You see, in heaven, the place we’re all planning to go, there is no separation be colour, class, education or deeds. We therefore, need to start loving each other from here. Jesus reminds to judge not, lest we be judged.

I’m sure no one wants their hatred of frogs to keep them out of heaven. Imagine, frogs in heaven and I’m not there. I guess I’ll just have to start loving frogs.


P.S. Learn fi dance a yaad before yuh guh abroad.