IT'S THE POLICE

In light of recent police killings in PNG, more particularly in Hanuabada Village, people have been calling on a review of the so-called Buai-Ban by Gov Powes Parkop. Somehow those voices seem to think the Buka-ban caused the deaths. This is my response. 

Stay focused people:

This is about the ill-disciplined Police Force. These are not buai-ban-related deaths. These are police-related deaths. 

In fact the every media organization should have a collection of files grouped as "POLICE-RELATED DEATHS".

Lae, Tatana, and now HB...not counting the countless other deaths at the hands of The Police. 

Stay focused on The Police. 

The Police murdered these people. 

The Police abused them first.

The Police is immature and have very very low emotional control.

The Police lacks discipline. 

The Police hierarchy lacks control. 

The Police is Terrifying. 

The Police training is insufficient. 

The Police protocols on use of firearms is as good as toilet paper. 

The Police is a conglomerate of small gangs in uniform. 

The Police have terrible psychological and pathological problems that have been unchecked for years. 

The Police reserves don't even have basic training yet are given guns to use.

The Police is feared more than respected.

The Police is feared more than criminals.

The Police seems to bring more terror than security. 

The Police is sick and dying. 

The Police needs to change. 

Stay focused. Addressing the buai-ban WILL not correct the problem of Police-related deaths. Trigger-happy cops WILL always find another excuse. 

Stay focused. Let's help the Police change so we can one day trust them again.

#IamMoanna #IamNicholas #IamToka 

#PoliceBrutality #undisciplinedforce #RPNGC 

HARD WORDS TO BUAI CHEWERS

The woman's death is not just a wake up call to the government and the police. It should be a wake up call to all buai chewers.

The buai problem (the ban, the illegal buying and selling, the wrongful deaths at the hands of an undisciplined police force, etc.) is not a problem of SUPPLY, it's a problem of DEMAND.

The only reason buai sellers defy the ban, despite the presence of a brutal police force, is that you chewers are willing to buy from them on the streets, the busstops, and the undesignated spots. They risk their lives and limbs to meet your craving. They take the beating while you selfishly walk away with their merchandise that the city rangers or the cops foolishly scatter all over the pavement. Despite them servicing your addiction, you won't stand with them or for them when the ugly arm of the law treats them like animals.

We rubbish the buai seller like he's an animal that has no sense of compliance to the law? "Ol olsem blu lang! Polis rausim ol tasol stil ol kam!" But what of the chewer who seems to have no control over his addiction? Aren't we like animals, who must have what our body craves despite the sacrifice of the one who supplies it? Do we deserve to be beat up as the buyer, to be fair to the seller?

Buai chewers who facilitate the breaching of the law should be fined and locked up. Or dealt with exactly the same way that sellers are dealt.

The blood of the poor woman who died is on you.

She was trying to supply your need. She knew the risk of exposing herself to the thugs in blue. She knew the deadness of of their hearts. Yet she was trying to bring to you one of your most important needs. She knew you'd meet her at the busstop to collect your supplies. And despite the risk, she went out to meet you. But when the cops came they didn't see you. You were right there. You're always there. But they didn't see you. They saw her. Now she's dead.

SHE DIED FOR YOU.

But you didn't defend her. You never tell the cops "If you're going to beat her, then beat me up too!" She was the one who ran in fear. But at that instance, and every instant like it, you're the real coward.

So stop.

Stop buying where you aren't suppose to buy. Stop chewing where you aren't suppose to chew. And stop spitting where you aren't suppose to spit. Stop encouraging the seller to risk his life and limb just for your moment of high.

God made us to have cravings. But he gave us a will and an intelligence to resist feeding that craving when we are required to. That's why we're not animals.

Heavenise weekend.

#TokautTokstret #policebrutalit #buaiban #deathoverbuai

Ganjiki D Wayne

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Sin is Sin--And sometimes Human Rights Can be Human Wrongs

Sin is Sin—And sometimes Human Rights Can be Human Wrongs

Since the debate is popping up again I probably need to warn you non-Christians about something.

If Christians condemn homosexuals to exile or death and hell, they aren't behaving Christianly, or as Christ would. Just like when the Crusaders went on a rampage, claiming a mandate from Christ, they were actually acting on their own volition. If Christians express hate for the homosexual, rather than the act, they aren't doing what Christ would do.

Don’t assume that they represent God when they express such sentiments. They are representing themselves. Every ambassador must represent his sovereign within the rules and within a mandate allowed him by the sovereign. If he breaches those rules or that mandate, he cannot claim to represent his sovereign in that instant. Although he could cause disrepute and shame to his sovereign.

The same applies to those Christians who react in a way that Christ never intended.

But.

Don’t expect true Christians to accept and tolerate the exaltation of immorality by the activists for human rights.

There is a moral law that exists. Everyone has a perception of it. Christians recognise it as God’s standards found in His Word. We all breach that moral law all the time. When we do it’s called sin. But Christians don’t accept that our sin is ok just because “almost everyone is doing it”. Or because “that’s the way it is”. Or because “the law does not prevent it”.

And we most certainly are not willing to accept it just because the UN and the human rights movement says "it’s ok.”

Christians recognise sin both in others and themselves. We don’t like the fact that we or anyone else sin. We pray and preach against everyday sin all the time—despite the fact that we are prone to it. And to the extent that a sin is increasingly becoming acceptable and encouraged, Christians will respond with righteous anger.

The problem arises when the Christian’s understanding of right and wrong clashes with the human rights advocate’s perception of right and wrong.

Christians are not mandated to curse and condemn, for they themselves are not without sin. But they are mandated by God to (1) stand up for truth and righteousness, and (2) to  stand against the rise of ungodly and immoral practices.

The most unchristian thing that a Christian could do is to say “it’s ok” to sin.

Christ never said it was ok to sin. He condemned sin. When He saved the woman caught in adultery yes He did say “He who has no sin cast the first stone.” But He also said to the woman:

“GO AND SIN NO MORE”.

When the Pharisees brought her to justice they had recognised and had already condemned the sin. But Jesus kept them from condemning the sinner, because He would not allow a sinner to condemn a fellow sinner. By doing what He did He stamped the authority of His Father as the only righteous Judge who had the authority to condemn the sinner.

But at no point in time throughout His ministry did He tell His followers to be silent about sin and accept it in others, even when their sin did not affect us. Instead He commanded them to spread the Truth—to preach the Gospel.

And that is what Christians have been doing, are doing and will continue to do as long as they have breath in their body.

They will speak of the truth about sin—including the sin of the practice of homosexuality. They will not be silent when human rights advocates, in their ignorance of truth, unwittingly try to promote a grave sin in the society and country in which those Christians live.

Lastly to fellow Christians, remember: SPEAK THE TRUTH IN LOVE.

Heavenise day!

GDW

 

Lewa Blo' Mi Buruk

Lewa blo' mi buruk

That the world would celebrate the murder of a child

That the world thinks the freedom to choose 

far outweighs the freedom to live

That the best way to fix our stupidity is to kill the innocent baby

Lewa blo' mi buruk

That the world thinks abortion 

is NOT an abomination

That a murderer is made a superstar

That a movement promoting baby-killing

Is a movement of noble calling

Lewa blo' mi buruk

That 1 in 3 babies will never see the light of day

Because their mothers had the final say

on whether they lived or died

That they were thought a mere extension of their mothers body

Not having their own self

Equal to an appendix or a spleen 

To be discarded as a useless piece of flesh and skin

Lewa blo' mi buruk

That this world is so perverted

That it can't tell the difference between right and wrong

That it can't tell the difference between anything anymore

Lewa blo' mi buruk

Ganjiki D Wayne

Reflections on Christmas Part I: Lessons from the Dream-Job

This is probably the first time I truly and sincerely appreciate Christmas. It really hit home. The first time I cried in realization of what Christmas truly meant. Not just in the joy of it, but in the loss and the pain it signifies; and then it's end, its ultimate purpose. It hit me like never before.

Because this was the first Christmas I celebrate as a father. And if you're a father (especially one who loves his child) you'd know that you and I would probably never let our child be given as a ransom to save a people. And not just a people but a people who neither know you nor appreciate you, and who probably hate you. People who aren't even on your time. People who are on the NAUGHTY LIST. I can't imagine doing that to my child. I would have to be crazily in love with the other people to let my son go like that. 

And yet.

That's exactly what God the Father did. "For God so loved the world that He sent His Only begotten Son" to die for us. Not after we acknowledged Him or got on His side. But He did it while we "were yet sinners". We were still His enemies. He was sent to pay a ransom for our salvation. 

Thank God He isn't like our mythical Santa who only brings gifts to those who are nice this year. When God sent Jesus We were/are all in the Naughty List. It's ONLY when we receive the Son that we make it to the Good list. Otherwise, we're stuck on the Naughty list till we die or Christ comes the second time. 

Such a move by that Father is unfathomable. Yet it happened. 

His Birthday, Our Party

His Birthday, Our Party
By GDW
23/12/13

We pay homage to the season
But little attention to the Reason
We adore Christmas more than The Christ
The Christmas Tree, than Christ's Cross

Happiness for happiness' sake
Laughs for laughs' sake
Love, Joy, Peace
For love, joy and peace sake?

We'll take the holiday
But forget to make Holy the day
We gift each other
Sister, brother, father, mother
But our lives...
For ourselves we keep

The first gift of Christmas
T'was said in the "Christmas Box"
Wasn't wrapped in colored paper
Didn't come in a big red socks

Not bought in the Christmas' specials
Yet it makes Christmas special
St Nicholas could never deliver it
But that Gift would deliver St Nick

As a politically correct world celebrates
X takes the place of this Gift
We celebrate the time
But are blind to Him who created time

We enjoy the blessings
But hate the Blesser

We sing of a sleigh and a red-nosed reindeer
And that wonderful time of the year
Of white Christmas and jingle bells

But what of that First Gift
And the Tree on which the Gift hung?
What of the Child that was born?
A Son whose Father had freely given?

That we might not hang on the Easter tree
But the Son would be made dead
In our pathetic sinful stead

Would we celebrate his birthday more than Him?
Have a good time at His expense?
Give to others on a whim
But fail to give our all to Him?
Would we eat His cake; deny him a piece?
His birthday, our party

Do we trade His name for a letter in the alphabet?
Do we glorify the message
Ignoring the Glory of the Messenger?
Can we really pursue peace, but deny the Prince of Peace?

Can we watch real Joy grow?
Without seeing pain of the Father who let go?
Or the Son who gladly obeyed?
And for us His life He laid?

As I look on my child with Love
Wishing no pain but life's lessons upon him
I can't imagine giving him up
For an ungrateful sinful people

But the Father did
Knowing we'd reject Him
His Son we treated just morbid
While we were yet His enemies
He sent Son to die for us

And so I cherish that Gift
And that Sweet Holy Name
That a politically correct world
Would trample on in shame

I savour this priceless fellowship
With Everlasting Father
The Prince of Peace
Wonderful Counselor
Mighty God

Jesus, the great I Am
The ONLY Reason
I dance this season

His Birthday, His Party...

"Ours"

"Ours"

(#musingatlunch)

Ours is a country
Where the leaders are too sick in the head to notice that they are sick in the head
Where investigative journalists are too afraid to investigate
Where the people are too ignorant to know that they don't know
Where the Christians are too complacent to be the salt and light
Where power is too concentrated to be powerful
Where service is too private to be public
Where production is too foreign to be productive
Where justice is too partial to be just
Where law enforcement is too brutal to be lawful
Where deportation is too arbitrary to be legal
Where service is too slow to be delivered
Where goods are too expensive to be good

But

Ours is also a country
Where Grace is sufficient
Where Mercy abounds
Where Beauty surrounds
Where Greatness awaits
While citizens sleep in
Where Light seeps in
Where darkness recedes

Where Change comes
One home at a time