So… I had an “aha” moment this morning as I was driving to work. I was thinking about the craziness of our world today and the intensity of the upcoming elections and God’s faithfulness in the midst of all of it. I thought about the scripture in 1 Cor. 1:25 that says:

“For the foolishness of God is wiser than man’s wisdom…”

For the longest time I had interpreted that scripture to mean that God is so wise and so superior to us that even His foolishness is wiser than our wisdom. Wait a minute – doesn’t that imply that God can be foolish?! Because I couldn’t even go there in my mind (I was raised in the African culture where it’s practically an abomination to consider an adult “foolish”, let alone God Almighty), I didn’t delve or seek to unravel the mystery of those words.

Well, this morning, it occurred to me – the “foolishness of God” is not referring to foolishness in God’s nature or personality, but to what WE would label foolish. For instance, isn’t the very message of the cross foolish to the secular mind? Why should God Himself come as a man to pay for sin He didn’t commit, on behalf of people who not only do not deserve it, but who sometimes completely disregard His sacrifice and reject Him, chosing death over life over and over again? Makes no sense in the natural, a.k.a. foolishness, at least in the way we perceive it; the way our human reasoning processes and defines foolishness versus wisdom. I guess I should have read the Message translation of that verse, which says:

“Human wisdom is so tinny, so impotent, next to the seeming absurdity of God.” [emphasis mine]

God has no foolishness in Him whatsoever. We, however, are full of it!


Meet Mini-Me

Temi lounging in front of the TV

Temi lounging in front of the TV



Let me introduce you to the youngest of my babies, my 11 year-old daughter, Temidayo Moriah Olumuyiwa Ojonugwa Thompson. You can call her Temi. I call her Mini-Me. Of my 3 children, she’s the most like me, which can be good and bad. She looks just like me and there are pictures of me as a child where you’d think it was her. I’ve talked about my other kids and was waiting for the right time to talk about Temi and the time is now.

She’s athletic (with legs that go on forever), sings beautifully and very, very smart. A straight A student, we just last week got a letter from her school asking our permission to test her for giftedness. Did I mention she’s just like her mama? 🙂 What’s more, she brews a mean cuppa tea and knows the right amount of honey in green tea and cream & sugar in black tea that Joseph and I both like.

As she stepped into the world of middle school, pre-teen drama and Disney teeny-boppers like Hannah Montana and the High School Musical gang [sigh!], I realized with despair that my baby was growing up. Gone are the cute things she used to say like “glettuce” (lettuce) and “apple-tizer” (appetizer)…

Before I know it, she’ll be in high school, then college, then some boy will think he’s good enough to marry her – aaaargh! Until then, I’ll watch a few more Disney channel programs and cuddle with her on the sofa to watch “Biggest Loser” until she decides she’s too big for all that.

Demi, Bimi and Temi…God has indeed blessed me with these.

I did it!

Tired but stoked - I voted!

Tired but stoked - I voted!

So…today I exercised my civic responsibility and voted! It was my first time voting, as I only became a naturalized american citizen a couple of years ago. The funny thing is that as I stood in line – for 30 minutes – I realized that I was dressed the same way as the day I got sworn in as an american citizen. Same yellow turtle-neck even. Maybe it’s symbolic. Or maybe I need a new wardrobe!

At one point, I heard a shout and applause from the voting room and when I asked, I was told they were celebrating a first-time voter. I told the lady behind me in line that I was also a first-time voter because I only recently turned 18. She said “really?” and as I started to say “yes, really”, my mouth instead articulated “nah, just kidding.” [Sigh] I really had her too. Yeah right. Maybe from the back I could pass for 18… After all, the real age test on Facebook puts me at 19 and you know Facebook is always right…

Anyway, I voted – yay!

Aaaah, Monday!

At the disaster relief packaging warehouse

At the disaster relief packaging warehouse

Taking a practice swing

Taking a practice swing (yes, that's a pink t-shirt & hat; you should have seen the clubs too!)

So…for once, I remember what I did over the weekend. Usually when people ask me on Monday how my weekend was, I tell them “it must have been good because I can’t remember it!” You see, by the time Monday rolls in, I’ve moved on from the weekend. However, last weekend’s memories still linger on this fine Florida Monday.

On Saturday, a team from our church went on our monthly community volunteering. We went to a disaster relief packaging center and helped sort blankets, towels, sheets, robes, etc. These items get shipped over to disaster-ravaged countries/regions and are a tremendous blessing to the victims of those disasters. It was great to see such a big turnout from various ministries and individuals in the community. It was a couple of hours well spent!

Yesterday, I went golfing for the first time. I must admit I was a bit skeptical at first, and found myself thinking of other ways I could be spending my Sunday afternoon. By the end of our time, I was a believer! Whoddathunk it?  This morning, I woke up to a few new muscles I didn’t realize I had. Did you know there’s a small muscle somewhere deep in the back of the shoulder that’s activated by golfing? Trust me, there is! What’s more, a couple of times during the day, I found myself practising the “golf stance” with an imaginary club in my hand!!

Now I’ll have to edit my answer to question #10 on my page under the “staff bios” section of our church website, www.churchatthewell.org

Shifting Blame

So…yesterday my hubby took me to the theater to see the movie “Fireproof.”  BTW, for those of you who haven’t seen it yet, go! Anyway, I was able to get dinner done before we left, but decided to skip eating until after we got back from the movie because I wasn’t very hungry then. Well, sometime after that, I got hungry. About halfway through the movie, I heard this loud HOWLING sound and realized with alarm that it came from my stomach. And would you know it, it happened at a point in the movie when there was silence, so there was no muffling or muting by background noise.

I cast a sideways glance at Joseph and saw him cracking up as quietly as he could – he was laughing at me! So I did what any smart, self-preserving wife would do. I turned to him and using the best chiding tone, in the loudest stage-whisper I could muster, I said: “Joseph!!!”

I call it deflection. You may call it shifting blame…

Happy Birthday, Mum


Today, I’m a little melancholic. My thoughts are far away, in a different time and a different place. You see, today my mother, Abigail Olumuyiwa Obaweya, would have turned 73.  Six months ago, the day before Easter, she went home to be with the Lord after a debilitating illness. She was a beautiful, radiant, godly woman and people turned out in large numbers to pay their respect and testify of how they were impacted by her life and ministry. She left some big shoes to fill!

I have come to terms with the fact that the pain of missing her won’t ever go away, but it will be dulled by the passage of time and, more importantly, the hope of seeing her again. As much as I miss her, especially today, I wonder how my Dad must feel. They were together for 50 years, married for 46 of those. They were soul mates. The tender, patient, loving way Dad took care of her the last year of her life touched everyone who witnessed it in a tangible way. The way he’s thrown himself entirely upon the Lord since her departure is a joy to behold. What’s more, they shared the same name and the same birthday, though five years apart. They both went by the abbreviated version of their middle names: Olu. To differentiate between the two, their friends affectionately called them Olu aya (Olu wife) and Olu oko (Olu husband). I remember growing up thinking all parents had the same birthday and was always confused when my friends would mention each parent’s birthday separate from the other.

So today, if you’re a praying person, please say a prayer for my Dad, Ebenezer Oluyemi Obaweya.

I thought I’d get to an age where I wouldn’t really need a mother, but I was wrong. I’m reminded every now and again when I get the urge to call her and realize I can’t. So I’ve resorted to sending her hugs during my prayer time. Sometimes when I pray, I say “give my mother a hug from me, OK, Lord?” and one day, would you know it, I sensed a response: “she’s hugging you back!”


Abigail Olumuyiwa Obaweya

Abigail Olumuyiwa Obaweya

You know you’re getting old when…II


OK, can I just go on record for saying this (all the while naming no names to protect the identity of the innocent)?…

No woman, regardless of age, tribe or tongue, color or creed, whether dead or alive, in the past, present or future. No woman – EVER! EVER!! EVER!!! – deserves facial hair!

And that’s all I’m gon’ say about that!

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