Every thing was purposed for something,
An eagle to fly, a lion to prowl the jungle.
Even now what man makes is always to serve a purpose. A car for transport, a blender to make juice and so on.

But imagine if each of these refused to serve the purposes for which they were created. An eagle would no longer be called an eagle, this time it would be a chicken and I guess a lion would now be a cat. But if a car also refused to move, do you know what would happen, we would make scrap out of it. And for a blender, I think I would give it to kids to play with. The amazing thing is that even when they have lost their solemn purpose, they still serve a purpose though lower than what they were meant to do.

So my challenge to you is; what purpose are you serving?

Many times we have been caught up in the rat race of life and have forgotten our true value and potential. Like an eagle was meant to fly, we are meant to do great things but most often we have accepted to be made scrap rather than serve our true purpose.
In each one of us there is possibility, there is a spirit yearning to be released to do what no man can comprehend. There are still great things yet to be done, great things yet to be seen; and you are the one to do them.
You know that in each generation there are men and women who have made their mark, so why can’t you be that woman and man that will impact his/her generation like an eagle that chooses to fly.

However great things don’t just happen, you have to make them happen and that always takes a price. It takes sacrifice, determination, passion, getting out of your comfort zones and so on. But always remember this that a life of purpose is a life of possibilities.

Welcome to the journey where your foot prints are not left in sand but on stone. Hope to meet your name in the records of the great.

A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner, the people were in and out of the cold. The little boy was so cold that he wasn't trying to sell many papers. He walked up to a policeman and said, "Mister, you wouldn't happen to know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would you? You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and down the alley and it's awful cold in there for tonight. Sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay."

The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, "You go down the street to that big white house and you knock on the door. When they come out the door you just say 'John 3:16' and they will let you in."

So he did. He walked up the steps and knocked on the door, and a lady answered. He looked up and said, "John 3:16". The lady said "Come on in, Son." She took him in and she sat him down in a split bottom rocker in front of a great big old fireplace, and she went off. The boy sat there for a while and thought to himself:  "John 3:16 ...I don't understand it, but it sure makes a cold boy warm."

Later she came back and asked him "Are you hungry ?" He said, "Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of days, and I guess I could stand a little bit of food," The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a table full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat any more. Then he thought to himself: "John 3:16...Boy, I sure don't understand it but it sure makes a hungry boy full".

She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub filled with warm water, and he sat there and soaked for a while. As he soaked, he thought to himself: "John 3:16 ... I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty boy clean. You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my whole life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in front of that big old fire hydrant as they flushed it out."

The lady came in and got him. She took him to a room, tucked him into a big old feather bed, pulled the covers up around his neck, kissed him goodnight and turned out the lights. As he lay in the darkness and looked out the window at the snow coming down on that cold night, he thought to himself: "John 3:16 ...I don't understand it but it sure makes a tired boy rested."

The next morning the lady came back up and took him down again to that same big table full of food. After he ate, she took him back to that same big old split bottom rocker in front of the fireplace and picked up a big old Bible.

She sat down in front of him and looked into his young face. "Do you understand John 3:16 ?" she asked gently. He replied, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard it was last night when the policeman told me to use it," She opened the Bible to John 3:16 and began to explain to him about Jesus . Right there, in front of that big old fireplace, he gave his heart and life to Jesus. He sat there and thought: "John 3:16 I don't understand it, but it sure makes a lost boy feel safe."

You know, I have to confess I don't understand it either, how God was willing to send His Son to die for me, and how Jesus would agree to do such a thing. I don't understand the agony of the Father and every angel in heaven as they watched Jesus suffer and die. I don't understand the intense love for ME that kept Jesus on the cross till the end. I don't understand it, but it sure does make life worth living.

John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

It isn’t about how many times I have fallen or how deep I have fallen or even how weak I am to avoid it but it’s about His Love, mercy and grace. It’s only that there is still a war waging in me that keeps me from seeing that.

You know before I used to tell people how they shouldn’t do this or the other but now I have lost my moral authority and found myself in the sin I condemned, a  place where I can no longer call myself holy or even worthy to be heard by God. Before I judged those in sin but now am being judged.  Couldn’t imagine how someone could indulge themselves in some things. But now can’t believe how I can indulge in something. No wonder the scripture became true that says, "be careful you that stand lest you fall".

>People under the bondage of sin need people to still affirm and not to separate themselves from them.

> They need a shoulder to lean on to strengthen their own.

> What they need is not another critic.

> But the strength to face their sin, not another,’you have compromised summon’.

You see, they want as much to get out of it even when they seem to you to be liking it or doing nothing about it.

>One thing is true for sure they are weak unable to carry themselves any longer they need a loving shoulder and many times they actually need someone to carry them on their shoulder.

When you have sinned and continued to sin you become a slave to that sin. When you’re in sin you know everything about it but just can’t get out because you have been bound. So another summon on what we are doing is sin is not helpful because we already know what we are doing.

This we need.

A young man was walking with a friend along a field until the young man slipped and fell in dungeon/pit but out of consciousness the friend held out his hand to the young man and held him before he could hit the bottom. At that point the young man was surviving on that one hand that was holding him.

So the challenge is can someone who has fallen count on your hand?…… Imagine the scenario , what do you think the guy was telling the young man? Either he was saying "hold on to me, you can make it, don’t give up", or as many of us he would have said "I told you, whats wrong with you didn’t you see the pit, where were your eyes?!?".

Another thing is that people have created all these expectations of people and burdened them with people and almost at one point I forget that am a human being that needs grace. And at that point that’s where the fall begins. And has made people to judge others and criticize, it’s actually now a race of who is the most spiritual mature.

Many of us act much as the Pharisees becoming stricter than God himself just get Simon's impression (Luke 7: 36-39, 44-48).

From the book "Loving a Brother from sin", by Timothy N Babweteera. Copyright protected

The 21st Century has brought so many things along with it. Some actually could have existed before it came, but it has made them really significant in our lives, in our world. For now let's talk about the social network. I know I don't have much to say that you do not know already, if at all there is. One of it's best features is that there is no demophobia here; even those who can't speak in public can confidently say what is upon their hearts. You also get to speak with people to whom you do not even say "hi" when you meet in the corridor. Funny, isn't it.

A lot of time each day is spent, sometimes remorsefully with the guilt of the things people could have done rather than be online. What you can do on the social network is so limitless, each of these sites having its uniqueness. You'll either be chatting, tweeting, poking, following, name it. Unfortunately my vocabulary is limited to only Facebook and Twitter. I can't handle being engaged with another otherwise I will need something like 30 hours a day.

I am particularly enjoying my experience on Facebook being able to keep in touch with many friends in Uganda. It would be much harder (read impossible) to keep with such a number of people without Facebook. I do chat, not a lot, but sometimes enough to make feel like I wasted time I could have used to pull up my grades. I have also been amazed at how you find people you have not seen over years, and you had no idea you would ever be in touch again. I always marvel when I see those friend requests fly in. But that is only until the awkward moment.

There is this guy, you used to be good friends, you talked a lot, shared a lot. This time you meet on Facebook, you are glad to find one another, I imagine. It's been weeks, months, anything, but certainly been a while with no see. However after the catch up ritual, a rare silence breaks... Ouch, the silence it too loud.

Okay, this time let's go to the phone. Same pattern. Happy to be in touch after long, stories to catch up, blah blah. After a few minutes, "Hello, are you still on the line?" The line that breaks the silence. It is often followed by weak efforts to keep the conversation going on. Asking same questions, repeating things already mentioned... "why don't you just hang up?", one may ask.

This seems funny, but I think it isn't. I mean, you used to be friends, did it change? What changed? Something definitely changed... How come you no longer have things to talk about? Does someone identify with this? It's definitely not imaginary, at least I do. I have another friend who does. I head him say "These days Facebook is boring. Even when my friends are online we can't make a conversation. It is like we are not friends anymore." That's a sad statement.

Okay what exactly happened (happens), I am yet to find out. But that is one of the things that sometimes happens when you talk to an OLD FRIEND

You can check out Old friend 1 too.

"Talking to an old friend makes you realize how much you have changed"

So true. As you get through the stories connecting from where you had left off to the present, you get to see it. Then what was 'the future' now it the present, what was 'tomorrow' being the day that we now live. The shared memories coming back so real as though one were watching a movie. Through the changing scenes, there is a lot to say. The laughter shared, the tears cried, the lessons learned...and much more.

As the stories unfold, you realize a number of things that came out different. Was there a mistake in the script? Or was it the actors who did not work out their part well? I wonder where it went different, but two things are certain. 1) I am not who I was, 2) I am not who I thought I would be about now.

This afternoon I came across one of my note books from about 2, 3 years ago. Looking through the pages recalling where I was, what situation it was like when I wrote those things. The times I was down, the times I was strong, the things I wrote to encourage friends...all so real. I looked, looked, looked. It was like a cinema, watching in 3D but with not 3D glasses.

I looked further along the shelf and there were more of my old notebooks until it struck me. Where is the current notebook? It could not be located anywhere, reason being it does not exist. What happened to my love for the pen and book? They were my great friends, those who were always there to listen when everyone else expects me to listen to them.

In S1 CRE (Christian Religious Education) class, we had phrase. "If you don't change, change will change you". That is what happened to me. I changed with the time, I forgot about my old friend, The Notebook. It was not just change, it was loss. Looking at the JJ I am now, in a lot of ways I want to be a better me. Somehow I feel if I didn't lose my love for the notebook things would not be so different.

A few weeks ago, in a boring English class, I pulled out a sheet of paper. To my dismay, I failed to put down a paragraph. I didn't know that is how my OS had been corrupted. Back in the day I was always overflowing with ideas, writing page after page. It is not surprise for over  a year now I have had the idea of writing a blog but have failed to get on with it consistently.

What happened to the script? I wonder. I may not be where I thought I would be, but I am not where I used to be. Glad about that, but there is still too much room for me to lie back without moving on to fill it. The room for improvement.

My old friend, the Notebook. Reminded me so much. I am now out to find myself, find my old passions, this time the script must be followed. Maybe a turning point, the kind that comes only when you talk with an Old friend.