Colossians 1:15-20 I spent 9 of my most formative years growing up in Ghana, and in middle school in Ghana, there’s a subject that every student has to take called Pre-Technical Skills. Basically, it’s the equivalent of Shop Work or Wood Work, but with a heavy emphasis on the technical skills needed to build things – perfecting angles and lines, and understanding how to draw a blueprint before actually setting forth to create a piece of work. And man, did I hate Pre-tech. Not because I thought it was the most useless subject in the entire curriculum (even more so than Agricultural Studies where we would memorize the different parts of farm machinery and different species of goats – Nungua blackhead anyone?), and not because I didn’t understand it, but because of the level precision it took to master it. You’d have to draw out the preliminary outlines in a specific…

I will not die; instead, I will live     to tell what the Lord has done. – Psalm 118:7 Twenty-SEVEN. It’s not an age I thought I’d ever attain. Not because I expected to die prematurely or anything of the sort, but just because it’s not an age you see yourself at. I could grapple with 26 and all the existential questions that came with passing the 25 mark and being inducted into the dreaded 26-35 life grouping, but somehow imagined life would speed up from there and I’d simply hit 30 and I’d be in a much more settled place when it came to self and all else. Joke was on me. LOL But in all honesty, 26 has come and gone, and as I’ve reflected on it these past few days, it really turned out to be almost everything I asked for. God actually came through and I am…