Sunday, September 6, 2009
WET PANTS
kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between
his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is
going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has
happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys
find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out,
they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.
The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and
prays this prayer, 'Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now!
Five minutes from now I'm dead meat.'
He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in
her eyes that says he has been discovered.
As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is
carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in
front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the
boy's lap.
The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself,
'Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!'
Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy
is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives
him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other
children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The
sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that
should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie.
She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You've done enough, you klutz!'
Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the
boy walks over to Susie and whispers, 'You did that on purpose, didn't
you?' Susie whispers back, 'I wet my pants once too.'
May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good...
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
FACING YOUR GETHSEMANE
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Saturday, August 29, 2009
SEASONS
only that there is a season for everything (that in itself is a
beautiful comfort I'm every stage of life) but that "everything is
beautiful in it's time.
Today (Friday 29 Aug) saw the end of what has been an incredible
season for me as a presenter on Link FM radio. Each time Ive switched
that mic on over the past 3 years Ive been aware of the many people
whom I had the privilege of speaking to. It is therefore natural that
there is a sadness as I bid the station farewell.
But with each closing door God, the architect of our destiny ushers us
toward another, making every season we experience beautiful in its time.
Let that encourage you.
Being a regular social networker I'm exposed to many status updates
relating to the frustrations people face being at whatever stage of
life they're at. I challenge those people in particular to not only
accept the season, but to grow, mature and develop through it.
For everything, there is a season, and He makes everything beautiful
in its time.
M.
Sent from iPhone 3G
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Maximize Your Leadership
(Proverbs 29:18, King James Version)
Maximize Your Leadership provides powerful, essential lessons for both current and upcoming leaders aspiring to create their own visions of what the future can look like with God's help.
Shonn Keels is a former Senior Pastor with more than two decades of leadership experience who has dedicated his life equipping global leaders with the skills needed to focus on God's will and lead at greater levels. Keels shares a host of leadership essentials that include proven principles, effective tools, and stories of real-life leaders, as well as Keels' own failures, struggles, and challenges in leadership. In this book he teaches others how to:
- Communicate a vision to a crowd
- Do your best the first time
- Commit to leading out of the box
- Select the right team
- Practice the art of encouragement
- Maximize value in others
Monday, August 17, 2009
LIKE A FISH OUT OF WATER

Thursday, July 30, 2009
I LOVE AIRPORTS
and check my latest social networking feeds, I realize how many of my
contacts are in the process of doing exactly what Im doing -
travelling. What grabs my attention, however, is the general dislike
of airports. I've always been a bit of a different breed, but I can't
share the 'anti-airport' sentiment. (For the purposes of this blog
we'll pretend East London has a proper Airport)
Where else do we find such a variety of cultures, languages, ages,
races, economics, belief systems, dreams and goals? Each passenger
travelling for unique reasons.
Yet despite all the differences represented by the thousands of
passengers who walk through our airports each day, there's an unspoken
realization that right now, right here, we're all in the same boat.
The lady sitting opposite me is travelling to a funeral. The guy on
his phone at the table near me (who clearly does this often - he
brought an extention chord so he can sit on the comfy chairs with his
laptop instead of where I'm at) is clearly on a business trip, and the
group of rather athletic looking girls in their SA tracksuits are
obviously heading somewhere on a sports tour. We're all so different,
yet we all know that regardless of the differences that separate us
right now, in 45 minutes time we'll each be allocated the exact same**
amount of space on the plane, we'll breathe the same germs, eat the
same food, watch the same cheesy safety video, struggle to hear the
same pilot over the PA system... And the list goes on.
For the next 90 minutes Ill be nothing more than 'man in seat 9D', but
as I step into that airport again, I get to choose to me myself again.
I'm no longer in the same boat as 'weird looking girl in seat 8F' or
'overweight insecure dude in seats 17 A & B'. I am reminded as I step
into the airport that I am unique!
"For we are God's workmanship [unique work of art] created in Christ
Jesus for good works [cf Jer 29:11] which HE created us in advance to
do" (Eph 2:10).
I love airports!
M.
** as it turns out we don't share exactly the same space as my seat is
clearly bigger, with more leg room than most of the other passengers,
but u get the drift...
Sent from iPhone 3G
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
WORLD CHANGER
If we look at 'world' in it's larger context, we will no doubt agree that the inventors of the car, electricity, phones and the like were world changers. If we look at the arts, we will most likely agree that the Elvis's, Beatles, and most recently MJ's had a 'world changing effect'.
I'm more inclined to look at my world, however. My world is the only world I know. I have no real concept or experience of your world. I might be able to relate to your description of your world, and may even share certain parts of it - but it's your world, not mine. So when it comes to 'World Changers'- we will most likely have some different views.
But I can quite confidently say that in my world, my car guard at gym - the guy who never asks for money, but is quick to crit my lastest sermon and my dirty car - is a world changer. I can say that my wife, who has brought a whole other level of experiencing and sharing life with me, is a world changer. I can say that the person who anonymously paid for my supper is a world changer. I can say that the SA idol finalist whose contagious vibe and sarcasm allowed me to be myself this past weekend, is a world changer. I can say that my friend, studying in chiro in Durban who always has a smile on his face and who 'lives the dream' every day, is a world changer. And my list could, and does, go on! These people may mean nothing to you - but to me, they are world changers.
So the question is: who are YOUR world changers?
Friday, June 26, 2009
MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD
In all honesty, and this statement has already shocked far too many people so I'm not going to be surpised if it brings up some emotion in you, I don't care. Rumour has it he was a musical genius and all those wonderful things - I was, and will never be a fan, so in the greater scheme of things, his death is as relevant to me as the mating habits of an egyptian dung beatle.
What does amaze me that this seems to have become the most important event in the world today! Every news channel, every radio station (except the one I work for), youtube, every second facebook status is referring to the death of the King. (I even read an article that said twitter crashed for a short while because of the flood of #MJ messages)
My comments seemed to upset some people on facebook, but heres what I'm getting at: If you're a Michael Jackson fan, honour the man. respect him. speak of his music, talk about him, mourn, take a day off work if that's what you feel you need to do.
But, if you're not a fan - why get involved in the 'disaster' that is MJ's death? Why not spend that energy doing something productive, like (as a fellow facebookers status encouraged me this morning) taking a blanket or jersey to someone on the street who must be freezing to near death in this weather.
Our response as the 'people of earth' to MJ's death says a whole lot about us - it reminds me that we're a celebrity obsessed generation, reminds me that we are at times more concerned about the happenings 'out there' than what's happening right in front of us.
I mean no disrespect to MJ fans - if my favourite artists died, I'd mourn - but this is a bitter reminder of the events of 1996 when Mother Teresa's death in the same week as Princess Di's made page 3. Something doesn't seem right.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
From the mouths of babes
Twitter will know I've been crazy sick for a week. My beautiful wife
whose a pre primary teacher happened to mention that to her 5 year
olds, and they decided they would all make me get well cards!!! Wow!
The world wld be so much happier if we learned more from 5 year olds!!!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
THE CHRIS BROWN VERDICT
(REBLOGGED FROM MOMLOGIC.COM)
Reactions to today's Chris Brown plea deal have been decidedly mixed. Many believe that the singer got off too easy for the February 10 beating of former girlfriend Rihanna. What's most shocking to those following the case is that the 20-year-old Brown will serve no jail time -- only five years of probation.
We asked Robin Sax, a former Los Angeles County Deputy District Attorney, if Brown was treated differently because of his celebrity status. "Of course he was," said Sax. "Anyone who says that they're going to treat a celeb like any other client is kidding themselves." What really makes Brown's punishment seem inconsistent with the seriousness of his crime, explains Sax, are the shocking pictures of Rihanna, her face bruised and beaten, which gave even the casual observer "a sense of what the actual crime was." Ultimately, Sax believes Brown has been forthright in taking responsibility for his crime. "He pleaded to a felony; he's had public humiliation. Yes, he got little better than what he would've gotten if the case had gone to trial -- but that's the nature of a plea deal."
That deal, some believe, is sending the wrong message about domestic violence -- that it's something to take lightly. Sax disagrees. She says, "The most important message will come from Rihanna herself if she takes Brown back."
Monday, June 22, 2009
REBLOG: Hayibo on 'Vuvuzela's'
Sunday, June 21, 2009
CS LEWIS SONG
So there I was, in the dark, just me and the music, listening, really listening, to the words - and being touched by an incredible message: "Am I lost, or just less found..."
I'm not lost. I'm not 'less found'. I know my identity. I know my place. I know Hope - I know He's found me, I've found Him. But what about the guy I speak to so often who I know is lost... who doesn't have hope? Am I calling out enough for him to come out of hiding to be found? Am I praying hard enough? Sharing Him loud enough? Am I being Him enough? '
Brooke has challenged me tonight - and I pass on the challenge. The challenge either to call out to the ones you know are lost, or the challenge to you who is lost, to be found. Hope is coming for you... He's coming.
Check out the song on youtube here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHpuTGGRCbY
Here are the lyrics - be blessed.
If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the felsh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
then ofcourse I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared
[CHORUS]
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as
I wait for hope to come for me
Am I lost or just less found?
On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free,
wanting to come alive?
Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
An avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become
For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you
Hope is coming for meHope, He's coming
Friday, June 12, 2009
LIFE LESSONS FROM A SCORPION
There was this man who saw a scorpion floundering around in the water.
He decided to save it by stretching out his finger, but the scorpion stung him. The man still tried to get the scorpion out of the water, But the scorpion stung him again. Another man nearby told him to Stop saving the scorpion that kept stinging him. But the man said:
"It is the nature of the scorpion to sting. It is my nature to love. Why Should I give up my nature to love just because it is the nature of the Scorpion to sting?"
LESSON:
Don't give up loving even if the people around you sting.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
the iTunes system
So if you've been looking for a good system for managing all your music - iTunes gets the nod.
Talking about music though... where do you get YOURS from. Give your opinion on my poll. (http://marksthorts.blogspot.com for those reading this on FB)
Friday, June 5, 2009
SUSAN BOYLE? STILL NEWSWORTHY?

Thursday, June 4, 2009
CUTTING CORNERS AT WORK?
James Hines was a giant - a 6-foot-7, 300-pound preacher and funk musician so big that after he died in 2004, a macabre rumor began circulating in this small town that the undertaker had to cut off his legs to fit him in the coffin. This week, after years of whispers, Hines' body was exhumed, and the gruesome story appeared to be all too true. The coroner's office said only that it had found "undesirable evidence," and a criminal investigation has been opened. But Hines' widow said investigators told her that his legs had been cut off between the ankle and calf, and his feet had been placed inside the casket. "It's just like pulling the scab off an old sore. I was kind of like smoothing things out. But now it's like starting all over again," Ann Hines said Thursday, two days after investigators pulled the casket from the ground, lifted the lid, photographed the contents and returned it to the earth, all without leaving the graveyard.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
GUESS WHO
THE WORTH OF A LIFE
Having been to so many people - I've realized something. (Apart from the obvious, that we'll all die one day). The size of my funeral one day is not going to depend on how much money I have in my account, how big my business or ministry is, or how long my CV is - it's going to depend on how many people I choose to love. It's no secret that to make friends, we be a friend... to be loved, we love.
Maybe it's worth taking some time to think about your level of 'love influence' at the moment. How many people had a better day today, because YOU exist?
** Clearly not their real names.
REASONS TO GO VIRGIN
Mark
SHOULD WE CELEBRATE OUR LACK OF CELEBRITY CULTURE? (Matthew Freemantle)
Opinions are divided on Heat Magazine. There are those who think of it as a waste of trees and there are others who are wrong. Of course, like many of you, I am the worst kind of hypocrite. I will never buy the magazine but am thrilled when I find it on a friend’s coffee table. How cheap, I think sanctimoniously, before gawking at the ‘dodgy old photo’ of Gareth Cliff.
'We have done our best in South Africa to manufacture something resembling ‘celebrity culture’, but if we’re honest there is really not a lot going on.'
But even if it is occasionally interesting in a sordid way, how good can something be if it is best enjoyed while sitting on the toilet? There aren’t a lot of great things that are best enjoyed while sitting on the toilet. You are trying to think of one now aren’t you? Good luck with that.
Of course, this is not to say that the likes of Heat Magazine fail to address the defining questions of our time. Just last month, with the world in panic at the outbreak of the swine flu epidemic, that very magazine ran a feature on its website titled: “Piggy Flu: The Oinkers are attacking”. Now if that is not genuine, heartfelt concern I don’t know what is.
Their concern would, however, be slightly more obvious if they didn’t have a habit of running the heavy, bleeding heart features alongside the vapid, frivolous ones. It is an unnerving thing to see a “heart-wrenching” story on Oscar Pistorius next to another gasping at ‘Britney’s Tampon Malfunction’.
It’s…well, it’s inconsistent is what it is. And it’s confusing.
You’d have the same feeling if The Dalai Lama suddenly proposed to Fergie out of the Black Eyed Peas. (Which won’t happen of course, because Fergie is said to be “so happy” with Josh, said a friend close to the star)
We have done our best in South Africa to manufacture something resembling ‘celebrity culture’, but if we’re honest there is really not a lot going on. As hard as Heat has tried to tell us that our scandals are as scandalous as those in Hollywood, “Joostgate” just doesn’t quite roll off the tongue, does it?
As for paparazzi, well, we don’t have any. The photos we do see in Heat are more often than not sent in by the famous person themselves. A former Idols presenter whose name I won’t mention but whose surname rhymes with Toss is said to have emailed his holiday snaps to Heat in the hope that they would be published.
We should celebrate our dismal attempt at a celebrity culture. It is one of those things that is good to be bad at, like video games. Our uselessness goes under successes not failures. Do we really want to be like them, they who find it astonishing that “the Jolie-Pitts get their own groceries”? Of course not. Now, if you’re finished with that Heat, can you pass it over?


