Buston Chronicles

 Have A Very May-be Christmas  by Buston I don't know how to begin this. This is a deep one because my relationship with Christmas is......complicated. We’re currently taking a silent night . 😁😁 See what I did there, because the silent and like the night, like it's a relationship...okay, let's move on. Tough crowd. It's not only Christmas that I struggle with, as long as it's a holiday like Get-Together, is that still a thing? I barely celebrate them, including my own birthday . Is that a strange thing to say out loud? especially in a season filled with lights, laughter, and the pressure to be joyful. But in these seasons that apprently I should be enjoying, laughing, living like nobody's looking, that's the most depressed I become or be. Because how can I be happy when I'm so broken? I think just like the mother of most of our problem, mine also began in the intimate sector that is a family. Just like any other African boy, my dad decided to go...

Can Obedience Feel Like Failure? by Buston I don’t know if anyone really prepares you for this part of the journey, the part where following God doesn’t feel like soaring on wings like eagles… it feels more like watching everyone else take off while you’re still stuck on the ground. Most people hear “missionary pilot” and imagine adventure, impact, purpose. And honestly, that’s what I imagined too. I had this picture in my mind of flying into remote places, helping people, serving God with everything in me. It was simple back then, hear God, obey, and the path unfolds. But nobody talks about the chapters where obedience feels like you made a mistake. I’ve put so much into this calling. The late nights studying. The long days training. The sacrifices. The waiting. The hoping. The praying. Coming from where I started — from the slums — chasing this dream has already felt like a miracle. But dreams are expensive . Purpose is heavy . And obedience… obedience costs more than I expected. Wh...