I get strange inspiration at strange times, like when I am hanging my clothes and wondering if my cotton blouse is undergoing expansion because it was washed in cold water and now under the hot sun. Like doors expanding and contracting in summer, no? Winter? uh…At one time I knew my Chemistry. Physics? But anyway , that spot on the lawn or more like our front yard is where I thought up the words “Devil’s faith” . I realized that the Devil believes in more people on earth than they do him. This time, I do not intend believe to mean the faith we have in God to work, but the actual simple belief that He exists. Yes, the devil knows we exist and is working on that information more than many people know. So, I could say he is filled with more faith than we probably think .
You believe that there is one God. Good! Even the demons believe that–and shudder. NIV James 2:19
The field of contentment is a very tricky one. To be content, you need to know exactly what makes you hungry . Are you hungry because everyone is hungry and so , well, you decide you must be hungry as well? For in the field of contentment, hunger can be like yawning. You don’t feel like eating, but everyone’s eating and even though you don’t necessarily need or want to eat that, you decide to, because you have to , because everyone is doing it and it tastes good. What am I saying? A good job tastes good in the pocket, a good house tastes good, a good car and all that life has to offer tastes good, but water and bread can be filling too and you don’t necessarily starve either.
But what about a bigger plate? When we are just tasting delicacies, just because they are hard to get, just because well, they are exquisite? Just because we are in a higher circle. We don’t necessarily need to , especially after a good meal. Now, its more for the bling. We are not necessarily hungry in this case, but we can at least later on talk about it . We tried so and so, did you know ? In Japan? France?
Lack of contentment is like many people running in a jungle, in a narrow lane, on another man’s track, trying to get to his house instead of yours. It’s like having a job, but instead of going to your office to do your job, you go taking photographs of people in their offices and then go home and to pretend -practice their jobs . It can be frustrating.
You cannot , cannot run another man’s race. You cannot run because everyone is running . You shouldn’t be pressurized to run because you have legs . Legs are for walking too you know, especially if you want to look around the beauty in your surroundings. How do you do that when running so fast?
I know it is hard when the first appears to become the last
I know it is hard when everyone seems to get the things you struggle to get so easily
I know it is hard when you feel you are so qualified for a position and aren’t chosen
but I also know that the race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned; but time and chance happen to them all.
I also know who holds time and chance.
I know you feel like psalm 73
For I was envious of the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
4 For they have no pangs until death;
their bodies are fat and sleek.
5 They are not in trouble as others are;
they are not stricken like the rest of mankind.
6 Therefore pride is their necklace;
violence covers them as a garment.
7 Their eyes swell out through fatness;
their hearts overflow with follies.
8 They scoff and speak with malice;
loftily they threaten oppression.
9 They set their mouths against the heavens,
and their tongue struts through the earth.
10 Therefore his people turn back to them,
and find no fault in them.[a]
11 And they say, “How can God know?
Is there knowledge in the Most High?
There is Knowledge in the most high and He will fulfil His purpose for you .
Even the devil knows that I am a winner-Nigerian song
American Standard Version
Put to death therefore your members which are upon the earth: fornication, uncleanness, passion, evil desire, and covetousness, which is idolatry
Let it die.