Why Do You Call Me Good?

 

Why Do You Call Me Good?

I think I would consider myself “a good person”, I mean by all standards if you met me and had a conversation with me, if you hung out with me a couple of times, you would realize I’m extremely polite, I don’t really have any vices, I’m respectful, I go to church on Sundays, I say my prayers at night, I obey the law, I do the occasional good deed ,I’m always fair and I’m mostly nice even when I don’t want to be, I’m all for social justice and human rights, so yeah, if there was some arbitrary measurement scale were people’s good deeds and kindness are measured I would probably score pretty well, I’m an all-around “good person”, whatever that may mean.
One bible passage that always strikes me as rather interesting, is the conversation between the rich young man and Jesus Christ, first off he starts the conversation by asking “Good Master, what shall I do that I may inherit eternal life?, before Jesus even addressed the question to the answer he asked him ‘Why do you call me good? There is none good but one, that is God. That sobered up all my self righteousness pretty fast. Really? Not even one? Yep, he said, none.
So stop. Stop trying to be a good person. I’m going to be honest and say that being a good person will not get you anywhere with God. I mean people will like you, they will love to be around you, they will call you nice, they will say you are responsible, your goodness might even be recognized internationally, but when it comes down to it, it doesn’t really mean much to God, because no matter how good you are you will never be good enough, you could really, really try to be the best person in the world, you can keep all the rules, always dot your t’s and cross your I’s but sadly it just won’t cut it.
There was a time when I thought being a Christian was about being a good person, I really did, I thought as long as you followed the rules, you went to church, you did the right thing, and then you get an automatic passport to heaven, and I mean being good all the time is hard!, it’s very hard, it’s exhausting, it’s restrictive, it’s by and large very impossible. Some days I don’t want to be good, I want to be selfish, I want to have a smart mouth and check someone who is talking reckless, I want to have a bad attitude, I don’t want to go to church, I don’t want to think of countless rules and regulations, do’s and don’ts, the weight of responsibility of being good and perfect will crush you, being good by God’s standards is humanly impossible.
So what makes us “good’’ or “acceptable” before God, only Jesus Christ, that’s it plain and simple, I have been a “Christian” for most of life and I just finally accepted and understood. We are only made righteous by Christ, not 70 days prayer and fasting, not endless night vigils, not going for/attending endless Christian conferences and revivals, not volunteering in the ministry, not healing the sick, not counselling, not providing shelter for the poor and needy, not paying our tithes, not sowing seeds, not evangelism, not participating in spiritual warfare, not religious dogma nothing but Jesus.
This is so liberating because what it simply means is that you come as you are, come with your struggles, come with your weaknesses, come with your strengths, come with your imperfections, come with all and everything that you are, God just wants you to come, believe and accept, and let him do the work of transforming and conforming you to the image of his son, that I may add is just a natural process of Christ taking over your life, not a prerequisite of acceptance. Christ is what makes you right with God, the good deeds are by products, always keep that in mind.
It’s funny how when all was said and done, regarding the rich young man and Jesus, when he got down to it, he really couldn’t give what was the most important thing of all which was himself for the gift of eternal life, oh he was willing and ready to do things, we are always so ready to do works , actions, deeds, we’re so ready to do so many things, be busy, but God doesn’t care about that the most important he wants is our heart, our willingness, he knows our works/what we count as righteousness are as filthy rags to him, that’s why he wants our hearts, that’s what he can work with, with an emphasis on him doing the work and not us.

About The Author
Picked up the writing bug, when I was about 5/6 currently trying to share my experiences and stories, faith through words, full time graduate student at ohio university, part time blogger-www.musingsandothershortstories.wordpress.com, sometimes entrepreneur bubo hair and beauty.
I can be reached via email at ndidindekwu@gmail.com, on IG:@ndidi_a

 

 

Hiatus

I have been putting off blogging for so long,I have sat down,organized,marked down in my calendar,written so many blog posts in my head for weeks,until finally today at 5.18 am in the morning in my typical fashion,I just sat down and decided to write.

I’m not a planner,I don’t do well with organizing and plotting charts of how i am going to get things done. I’m very organic about everything I do,I’m the kind of person that will just get up one morning and do what I want to do when the light bulb gets turned on.

What I decided to do with this blog was to plan and organize, and I failed miserably because it’s really just out of character for me this is how God made me I have to work with it,I’ve fought it I won’t lie,I’ve really tried to be that person but I’m not,I’m not a planner I’m a doer,I literally just get a light bulb switch and do.

Anyway I digress,the gist is,I took an unplanned hiatus,after writing three posts,partly because I’m still trying to figure out what I want to achieve with my writing. I believe everything in life should have purpose and meaning.

What do I really want to say,firstly I really want to talk about God. I do. I want to talk about my faith,I want to talk about existential questions,I want to talk about life,I want to talk about deep stuff.

The question is how,I want to maintain a balance and if I do talk  about God I do need to be inspired by the Holy Spirit, but even with that I do fear,will my words contradict my actions,I’m too real of a person,I can’t do the whole motivational christian thing I’m sorry,I’m not the girl who is going to tell you what to do or how to live your life,but I do want to share stories,I just want you to stop and think sometimes,I want to express conversation that is deeply introspective and observational,I get overwhelmed sometimes,when I think about what I want to do.

So,I’ve decided to do what I do best,just write stuff that’s in my head when the light bulb comes on,if you know me personally and you end up reading this blog,please read objectively don’t try to reconcile the girl you know,  with the person who writes this blog,they are sometimes two very different people. I really don’t like being deep in my day to day life I’m sorry haha ,it’s exhausting,I just want to do my workouts,eat my salad and watch my YouTube videos, here is where I’d like to get more intellectual I suppose.

So i’m back to writing,i think i will do about two posts a month and work my way up,mainly because i want it to be as authentic as possible. I am an extremely principled person I try to always be honest and forth right in everything including my writing,so I’d rather give you less and be honest,than give you more and not really mean what I say.

Always feel free to comment,I’m open to conversation. I hope you enjoy my upcoming content.

 

Light & Life

Light & Life

What is light,light brings illumination.
What does it mean to be illuminated, to have knowledge,to have understanding and a clear view.
Why do we need light,because without it we will stumble in the dark,we would be lost,darkness breeds fear,confusion and panic.
Who or What is the true source of light,the same who is the true source of life.
He is known as the word,the bread of life,the resurrection and the life,the true vine,the source by which all things exist and consist.
For without him nothing can exist or be created,he is the one who lighted the path of men and brought the gift of his essence eternal life to be made available to all men.
He is the way,the truth and the life,there is no other path that guarantees the hope of eternal life asides him.
There is no ambiguity,he has made it clear if you seek for things beyond the material things of this world all you have to do is look to him.

My Special Friend

Sometimes I sit and stare for hours
They say his presence is here but I feel nothing.
Week after week Sunday after Sunday
The words are spoken and heard but hardly ever felt.
I clap, I shout, I know the words by heart but sometimes it’s all a farce.
Sometimes I think he’s probably made up by fools who know no better
Who make up rules and form tales of wistful hereafters.
Sometimes I just want to do my own thing.
Meet the man of my dreams, have a couple of kids and travel by boat to Timbuktu.
And when I’ve finally convinced myself that perhaps he cannot be real, found or known
Alas, there he is knocking at the door of my heart
He’s patient, he’s kind, he’s always a gentleman, never rude, never hasty
Always willing to take his time, but persistent.
I ignore him sometimes, he annoys me sometimes but I find it hard to resist.
He asks me to sup with him, to dine with him, to sit at his feet, he asks for a lot and I’m afraid to give
He knows I will struggle, I like to be in control I do not know him, I cannot trust the unknown.
But I have to admit that when I’m alone I often think about the hole in my heart that only he can fill.
For he sticks closer than a brother and loves harder than a mother.
He knows my fears, he sees my secret tears, he understands my pain and looks beyond my flaws.
I will probably never be quite good enough,he knows, I may never respond to him the way he wants me to, I may even out rightly reject him and be downright rude.
But he’s always there knocking, seeking and asking to be my friend.

Beginnings

Welcome to my blog!

As far as I can remember I’ve always wanted to write. As a child I wrote poetry and short stories,I had imaginary friends,I would completely get lost in my own head and create story lines and plots .

But somewhere along the line,I grew up and traded passion for practicality. First of all, i tend to be highly self critical, i didn’t think my work would ever be good enough to even get published, so i didn’t really want to try because of fear of failure.

Secondly,I thought what if I get bored or tired and have nothing to say,or what if what I say doesn’t make any sense. I thought about all those things.

Now a couple of years later,I’ve decided to start writing again,mainly because I always have ideas, thoughts and conversations and I have no real outlet for them,and because self expression and the ability to convey thoughts and ideas into written form is a gift that has been given to me by my creator that I should express.

My subject matter is broad and diverse, i talk about my take on faith,love,friendships and all other things we millennials love, but most importantly i like to be honest and sometimes personal in my writing, i want to connect with my reader, i want them to see a little bit of themselves in me, as if my words are a personal diary.

Do enjoy.

With Love Ndidi