Kwani A. Lunis

Multimedia Journalist



Why should the Chicken cross the road?

While texting a friend today I said, “our planes are God’s punch lines”, a phrase I had heard once or twice before. The spell check didn’t correct my typo of “plans”, and yet the phrase still held strong meaning. He asked me what it meant, and though I knew the meaning, I had never taken the time to put it into the perspective of my own life and decisions. I then responded with a thought to the extent that “We as humans have a strong control complex which causes us to feel the need to plan every part of our lives and make timelines, when in reality God already knows what is going to happen and he just chuckles”. It is safer to know.

The unknown is the frightening concept of “that which we have no control over”. Everyone wants to be successful and rich, but just as Joel Osteen explained in a podcast I listened to today, you have to “be comfortable with who you are”. No we don’t know where we are supposed to end up, but if we do not start heading there then we may be in turn limiting someone else’s destiny. Teachers do not necessarily get paid the largest of checks, but where would our doctors, lawyers, engineers, and scientists be without one to guide them in the right direction. You told yourself when you “make it big” you will donate money to charities, but what if you are instead called to volunteer in a foreign country and through a non-profit organization help rebuild their infrastructure. We all have gifts and talents that we are called to use whether in a capacity that is big or small. When I was younger I thought that just because I could sing, I was supposed to become a gospel singer, but that was not it. If in my lifetime I sing only one song that touches one heart and I never get any praise or recognition, it is still worth it because my reward is not of this world, but from above.

So why should the chicken cross the road? Of course the Chicken is scared, [pun intended] and has no clue as to what will happen in the time it takes to get from one side to the other, but one thing it can boast in, is that though afraid it continued its journey. God’s punchlines are all in good humor, but why not laugh with him in knowing that his joy is your strength (Neh 8:10) and that he knows the plans that he has for you are of good and not evil (Jer. 29:11). So go ahead and continue crossing the road, because in the end you’re doing it for one reason. To get to the other side with Christ.

this Joy that I have

Today’s dental x-rays revealed that I had two cavities. Yea, I know it’s weird right? Colgate smiling ole me. 20 years of A+ teeth in all my previous dentists’ grade-book. Being the best over-dramatic female in the game this basically meant the world was ending …

On my way home, I found myself breaking down in tears asking “why me? What did I do to deserve this”.–Now I am a person that rarely shows my tears, so it caught me off guard when I couldn’t hold the flood of emotion in any longer. I consider crying as a sign of weakness that grants others inside access to our emotions. –I’ve heard that the eyes are the window to the soul so I try not to drench others when it’s raining in here. Some pull out their umbrellas and stay for a while eventually growing weary and cold, while others immediately run to avoid getting “involved” in the rain. The rare few are the ones to bring sunshine, but they don’t come around too often.

So I keep it in. . .Until time has proven that this individual will help walk me through the storm expecting nothing in return.

So there I was driving home, fogging my own windshields with these things we call tears, yet I had just let the most important person in my heart see me at my low point. Instead of leaving, he reminded me that he had died and risen for this. If you never experience fear, then for what reason will you need faith in him? Without loss, why would you need restoration? A time of mourning and gloom is the only reason one longs for joy and peace.

Funny thing is, a week before I had been bragging to my mom on how my teeth were oh so “perfect” and now I had reality drill me in the tooth. My dentist had caught the cavities at their beginning stages so there would be less drilling and more preservation of the teeth. Then the Holy Spirit’s wisdom hit me again, “At times God may need to drill things out of you before they get bigger and become more toxic. He will fill you up so that you are hardly ever the same. Though new “thing” may not feel comfortable at first it will help carry you through.

They drugged me with anesthesia, and the dental assistant kept tapping my head to distract me from the pain. “Tap tap tap tap” she chanted, as she continued hitting my forehead. Distractions may help ease the pain, but the aftermath is that you will feel it until it heals, and remember it even after it has passed. And that healing aids in renewing your strength to an even greater level. In Romans 15:13 Paul sincerely says:

I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in him. Then you will overflow with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit. (NLT)

The moment the dentist said I had those cavities ,I can honestly say all my faith slipped away. True joy comes when you realize that you are literally nothing without the hand of God, but holding to faith allows God complete control to give you his best. I had forgot this. When my dentist finished filling my teeth she said, “you are now cavity free” yet I still cringed with sadness and even doubt of the cavities existence, but upon reflection I realized that ultimately nothing else matters without Him. A mouthful of teeth for a lifetime and eternal separation from God or two “bad” teeth, and everlasting relationship with my Heavenly Father. I’ll take the latter. Other people have bigger problems so, teeth or no teeth I’ll still smile, and no one can take that away. Teeth decay, the hottest styles decay, friendships decay, and eventually we decay… But this Joy that He gives doesn’t and life with Him is eternal. 🙂


3 Signs That She’s Not A Grown Woman – (For women to read)

3 Signs That He’s Not A Grown Man – (For men to read)

We all want someone to love us, but we gotta learn to love ourselves first, and work on developing who we truly are (or want to become). With God as priority, in addition finding one’s own self respect, you will get what’s yours, just be patient and don’t settle for anything less than you’re worth.

A man once asked his father, “Father, how will I ever find the right woman?” His father replied “Forget finding the right woman, focus on being the right man.” His dad is right and the same goes for us women. We must first mature internally in order to be better able to supplement, not complement, someone else’s life.

That is all.

Foolish Love

I’ve fallen in love once. Well it wasn’t exactly a fall, more like a slow motion tumble, but before I knew it I found myself at one of the lowest points of my life…waiting for the person that made me feel on top of the world to pull me out. Oh the irony.  I was young and naive, but I was “in love”. It was me and you, forever and always, but at 17 anything is possible right? I thought you were everything; always on my mind, and forever in my heart. You were It. Without the experience of “being in love”, comes the vulnerability to a Utopian idea of what true love is, not realizing there’s more to it than passionate kisses and recurring “I Love Yous”. Love is the sacrifice, the endurance through tough times, the selflessness when all you want to do is be selfish. It’s not Valentines’ day bears, or everyone saying you guys look good together;  It’s the bond that’s created when no one is looking. The union of two that ultimately makes both of you stronger. Love isn’t for you, but for the person you say you love. Love letters, and kind words are nice, but love is a verb, a lifestyle, and deed done without second thought. Funny how I learned what love was by experiencing what it was not. I stumbled into what I thought was love, but  that foolishness is what makes the sharp- eyed blind. It makes you forget the important things, like God and Family. It’s not even worthy of being called “love”. I forgot myself, and God and became consumed with who you were, and that’s where I went wrong.

If God is Love, than Love is God, but that doesn’t make the one you love a god, and if that’s the case then you’re doing it all wrong. I thought you were my first love, but in fact God was and that’s the only way to get it right. When you realize that Jesus was in fact that First Love, then it all falls into place. God loving you more than you could ever love yourself sets high standards for that man who says he loves you now. I doubt this man will die on a cross for you, but he sure as hell better come close to it. To whom much love is given much more is expected. We all want love, but are we willing to give it just the same?  All my life I’ve searched for this love from little boys who told me I was pretty, when it was right in front of me all along. God’s love. It took me 20 years, but I know that I won’t be able to fully love a man until I can fully love God, and I’d rather not give a man any less if I expect just as much.  As Maya Angelou taught me, “A woman’s heart should be so hidden in God, that a man has to seek Him just to find her.” Call me old fashioned, but I’m no longer looking for love. “The man who finds a wife finds a treasure, and he receives favor from the Lord.” I’ll  just continue to hide in plain site as you search mister.

There’s so much to learn, but why not learn it from the original author of this thesis we call Love. It’s not as complicated as reality TV and romance novels make it, but one can’t fully understand it until they’ve had the right professor. I’ve fallen in love once, and to that I say “never again”. Next time I’d rather climb up with the one I love as we pull each other to the peak; growing closer to God and each other. And the thing that makes it so special is that there’s no rush. “Til death do us part” leave a whole lifetime of exploration, so stop rushing that thing you think is love and take time to enjoy the scenery, or you’ll be right where I was stuck in that hole called “foolish love”, waiting for the wrong person to pull you out.

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