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It made little sense then; still holding onto the vices and restrictions of society moral. But, a light shines at the end of the tunnel.

The idea that crept up on you as a child, as dumbfounding and impossible as it was, will and must come to pass.
Do you remember once, way back when, how you’d wanted to grow up to be a pilot; but got involved in the humdrum routine of accountancy? Or how you’d imagined you’d become a doctor; but now you lie between the throes of madness and lunacy as the regional director of a flower farm…and unable to leave? Even C.E.O’s get depressed, though it may seem hard to see how a million-a-month cheque in the mail could ever be cause of a frown on anyone’s forehead.
To some, happiness is the acquisition of material possession. To others, happiness may come in the form of a loving spouse and the pitter patter of your loins around the house. Is it out of necessity? Has society weaned us to believe what society deems for us to believe? Do we do what we like or what we must? Have you dulled the annoying tingle of Jimeni Cricket’s “positive message” approach? If the kingdom of heaven is open only to those like little children, what say you to disregard those dreams you yourselves prophesied over your own futures? But then again, behind the blinds of broke-ness, alcoholic lethargy, sexual and immoral addictions, do we know of goal-driven purpose?
I tend to lean toward the notion that whatever you feed the mind usually is defecated into action and speech. Well, let’s put it graphically for monsieur layman’s sake; if you ate broccoli for 2 days straight, your digestive system could most assuredly NOT regurgitate tomato stew.

If money is the source of happiness, and not happiness simply, THE source of happiness then, let us call a spade a spade and flowery worded synonyms for “gold digger” reserve their poorly veiled root meaning. Otherwise the whore walking K-street is not the high powered, AND newly appointed executive director, whom slept her way up the ladder because of her administrative prowess and without the help of crippled leverage quaintly named ‘affirmative action’!
It’s all ooh’s and ahh’s ‘til the venereal disease one day denies us our daily fodder, and realization of a well-structured risk becomes the ill-fated mistake that leaves in its wake, a spinster, a con man or a 27 room mansion without inhabitants. And we wish we could turn back Father Time’s hands when all along, the child we’d banished into a closet at the entry of puberty finally escapes, to warn us too late.
Please confirm for me that money though does not solve all things, helps no matter how it is obtained. And the screaming child I let out of the closet full of bones is a figment of an imagination that isn’t mine…

TRUTH part 2

Why do you do what you do? What caused you to make that decisions you made? Who controlled it? God gave us a mind; and an intelligent one at that; able to make decisions and choices in accordance to our God-given intellect. So we use it…and strive to use it in obedience.

But I speak as one hampered by my flesh as are you. In so many cases we seem to do what we may think is regarded as right, disregarding the counsel of One whom knows better…whom knows all. Wisdom is not knowledge. What we have and can access on earth is merely information that we imagine, once we gain access to it, may bring forth knowledge and thus, wisdom. But wisdom can only come from One.

When God created the earth, he told Man,

“Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moves upon the earth.” Genesis 1:28

So God gave Man the earth; and Man’s kingdom was on earth as God’s kingdom was the heavens…in accordance to God’s will. “Jesus said, my kingdom is not of this world…” John 18:36. And this verse clarifies that. But sin came to the woman by way of the serpent and God cast the man and woman out of Eden because they did what the flesh pleased them. And dominion of the earth was taken from them.

Work with me as I move to my point. Now, the disciples were asked to perform 3 tasks while Our Lord walked this earth. To preach the gospel, heal the sick, and cast out demons. They were successful in two but not so in the first. Their own knowledge had not the strength…or, more specifically, the wisdom. They performed these miracles without the Spirit of God. But the day of Pentecost saw the disciples receive the Holy Spirit, and change.

Jesus Christ came to earth as man, to give back dominion of the earth. Jesus said, “…I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Son may bring glory to the Father. You may ask anything in my name, and I will do it.” John 14:12-14

God’s divine love for us brought us Our Lord Jesus Christ; and in so doing, gave us back dominion over the earth through the Holy Spirit.

Please understand, dominion is the relationship with God we lost in Eden. As Adam walked with God in the garden, so have we been granted, once again this divine closeness; to be with God at every waking moment of our lives.

Don’t get me wrong however. God did not forsake His people after the fall of man. He was with man as the Scripture tells. I remember King David and how he overcame the 9 foot giant, not because he was confident after dealing with the lion and the bear, but because he knew God was with Him and would deliver Him out of the hands of the Philistines.

And this is what I drive at. “I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me.” What do we understand by this verse? What can we do in Christ? Yes, we can overcome adversity; and yes, sin should have no hold on us no more. But sin still does in most of us. Not temptation specifically, but more poignantly, acts of sin displeasing to Our Father.
We have been given divine power and grace to overcome everything outside of God but there are few of us who take this to heart. We’ve been saved so long that we’ve gotten used to an idea of Christianity that, is not wrong, but so far below the standards God wants to work in us.

Mediocrity. Jesus walked on water and called Peter to come to Him. Peter did so but allowed for doubt to enter his mind and he began to sink. Have we no more belief? If God is such an impossible God, answer me this. What has God done for you that is impossible? If he paid your rent when you had no way of paying it, that is worthy of praise and worship but…is that all Our God can do in our lives? Has our faith waned so much as not to expect nothing more from the God whom created us and the earth we live?

Philip was carried away by the Spirit of the Lord after baptizing the Ethiopian eunuch and was found about 40 kilometres away Acts 8:39-40.

How much of your life have you given up to God? I need you to look at yourselves and re-evaluate your lives with God. Time is passing away and God is calling on us but we cannot hear.

What would you give up to follow God? The truth is, if you do what you think is in accordance to God’s will, you may very well be wrong in your assumption, for no one can know the will of God but through the Holy Spirit. Is the job you work at God’s gift to you or something you took because of necessity? How much counsel did you give God before that decision was made? Do we know the voice of God? Does the Holy Spirit live in us?

“The power of the Lord came upon Elijah and, tucking his cloak into his belt, he ran ahead of Ahab all the way to Jezreel.” 1 Kings 18.

He ran faster than Ahab’s thoroughbred horses…on foot. God is a powerful God.

What makes you think God cannot, or rather, will not do the same for you? Listen, the most elaborate ideas you could ever come up with…let me put it another way…I can fly! I can run faster than the fastest land animal in the world. My eyes can see farther than the most able of eagles. I can learn to live without food and water. I can move mountains!!! If only I can allow for God to live IN me. Not with me, but IN me. With the Holy Ghost, sin will not be a trial no more.

What I am trying to ascertain, and to impress to all who listen is that words are easier said than done. To let go of all we hold dear is the surrender I’m talking about. If God called on you to go outside and live in a box for the rest of your days, would we do it, expecting nothing in return?
Too many Christians live on this earth waiting on possession and financial gain to become ‘useful’, or to feel blessed of God. God wants us to be totally and entirely dependent on Him. You and I cannot fathom the things of God. And our faith limits us from the blessings He so wants to bestow on us. My faith should be strong enough to move mountains…I WILL NOT take this as a metaphoric statement but literal truth. If my God asked for it, I will move a house out of the way for it hinders my path…

Think about it.

How mediocre are you? “He will do even greater things than these” Jesus Christ walked on water; you?

I only wish to foster a need for people to seek God so feverishly that their own lives are meaningless; to the point where the next breath you take is not because of our biologic makeup, but because Our Lord and Saviour granted it; where you refuse to think unless He allows for you to think.

Think about it. Of the three tasks Jesus asked the disciples to perform, what have you done? Our God deserves more than this people. That’s the truth. That, is the wisdom we MUST seek.

Amen.

the analytic struggle

Mortified by his own imagery
The hue over his mind, thick and obscure.
He must change
He must flee
He mustn’t waver
He must be free.

How long has it been
Since he noticed times passage?
Lavishly he sits,
Twiddling thumbs, awaiting vision
That do not come.
How much more blood must be shed?
Who’s his enemy?
Where are his friends?

It has been etched somewhere unseen.
Faith must take over
Otherwise death is the wage of sin
And yet there’s no one to blame
He looks into himself without shame.
No supportive shoulder
But faith’s invisible palm.

Ok, ok, it can be done.
He isn’t the first person
Point blank, facing his own gun.
Seeking him for reprieve
Friends with power to deceive
A lonely cadaver,
Allowed his right to breathe.

If it has to be done,
It’s now or never
And with that task at hand
The pressure mounted is greater.
He cannot hide
Cannot run cannot decide;
It’s better to fail before battle is lost or won.

So he sits and cries
Bemoans his demise
Hoping despair will grant him sympathy.
But the more he tries
To justify his time
His enemies work against
Any assault in his defence.

Give him time
It’ll be fine
He won’t be let to the wolves
It’s by design
And proclamation,
His body and mind were given away
Before birth on this earth,
He’ll realize this in time.

TRUTH

Truth. What is this truth we seek?

Is it strewn in the inconceivable winds, speaking to us in a dialect we have not yet adapted ourselves? Or, is it amongst the existence of flying or scurrying animals? For truth surely doesn’t reside amongst our own kin. Truth is far from our lips, our minds and our flesh.

And so is life; procrastination after procrastination of misguidance and nonchalance highlighted by the occasional monumental event of the season. A kiss from Sue in Standard 2 behind the teacher’s desk; graduation with a degree you’d probably have done just as well without; first pay check at a job with all the perks of routine boredom; and the occasional swap of flirtatious banter with the cute receptionist from third floor.

Someone finally falls in love with you…finally. For whom you really are no less; despite the irreconcilable habits you’ve grown to hate but have adopted as genetic. And there’s no turning back, a wedding ring’s been exchanged. The job you’d wanted to leave so often has become one you’ll bend over backwards for, in bitterness, because you can’t leave now…you’ve got mouths to feed, bills to pay.

Is there truth in making the best of our existence, or, living life to our invariably utmost potential? And in so asking, what then makes us happy? We drone about, knowing that tomorrow will come and that the next is inevitable. That our regret of yesterday will profoundly wake with us in confining companionship; in a state of ‘forever’.

Where does this truth reside? Whom must we interrogate to get this truth?

In Kenya, 70 year old geriatrics vie for the people’s vote, proclaiming visionary plans, incredible even to the 70% majority of ears the youth use, who vote them back into leadership and gnash their teeth in frustration of a governance run by imbeciles and selfish ambition. How much work experience does one really need for greed to overshadow rationale and allow corruption to become a template of one’s life mission?
It’s easy to see that the truth isn’t what people want to hear. And yet, in a warped paradox, people hate being lied to. People know the difference and choose to abandon thoughts about the paradigm they have boxed themselves into. How much more must we fall before we realize we’ve already hit the ground? Do you see it too or must I spell it out? The genius gene is genetic…obviously. And this genius gene did not skip a generation, nor does it permeate lone personalities.

Mediocrity. The truth, as I see it, is in a word. Not all of us suffer this demographic, also will I not fake grandeur and exclude myself from it. This is our global language. This is our currency of trade. Our restricted minds cause for restrictive thinking; and the moon we landed on is the confession of our limitations.
The truth is that the most imposing of dreams we could ever enumerate, could never scratch the surface of our worth. The truth is, we’ve impregnated ourselves with scapegoats enough to fill a universal-sized warehouse…unimaginable isn’t it?

Mediocrity.
Think about it.

Could I have been so stupid? And it’s clear as day. Clear as night, I might add. As we may have all heard before, the answer is heavenward. It was not a clap of physics or chemistry or biology that brought you into being. Nor is it true, the fables concerning the storks or how your parents suddenly found you immersed within the leaves of a cabbage. IT IS NOT TRUE that you were a mistake!

It is not entirely false that we are lords of this earth. We were given that lordship a couple millennia ago…with the passing and resurrection of One.

What do we crave most in the world? Take a moment to think about it. As enlightenment graces your solitary cave ask yourself:

How wealthy will I be by the time I’m 40?
Could I become president?
How many women can I sleep with before I make a decision?
How many children will I have?
Will I have any children?
Will I make a difference in the world?
Will I be the best I can be?
Where would I be without daddy’s money?

Listen, the most elaborate ideas you could ever come up with…let me put it another way…I can fly! I can run faster than the fastest land animal in the world. My eyes can see farther than the most able of eagles. I can learn to live without food and water. I can move mountains!!! It has been done before…

These may sound but mere rants and it may seem like I ask a lot of questions; I’m merely speaking by way of ambiguous rhetoric. These are answers you should already know. I’m trying to inspire you to live outside the walls of your mind. They are restrictive and limited. Ask me how and I’ll tell you…

TESTIMONY...

I instinctively knew what IT was, and, where it came from. I knew that IT was given to me to help in the struggle that would later be the life I’ve lived. It was part of my growth but I couldn’t grab a hold of the concept; couldn’t fathom the immediate weight of responsibility I was granted.
Of a past, it seems, I can only wish to recover. When things were easier to accommodate; easy to follow. I took for granted the prophecy appointed to me by our Lord and misused it. If only things made less sense then. If only my genetics forced my remaining a child; not this intellectual sceptic I have been. At only 12 years of age, I was ungrateful for the gift of discernment.
My own security system, alerting me of all the negatives I might have faced if I hadn’t known their origins, their purpose. I could walk away from danger as plainly seen as a 100ft stop sign in front of you. It became a part of me. It was easy to make a decision. I knew which road not to walk down; I saw which music I could listen to, which music led me down an awkward path. I was made to feel safe at all times, for a saw danger before it could seize me.
My calling has been placed before me to choose. According to His word, He gave me that responsibility. I could not back away from it because He gave me purpose; a sincere reason for living and helping in the fight. How could I have been so foolish? It is I to blame as it is myself to congratulate. For I have seen the err of my ways and willed to take the course that which He, one time, long ago, asked of me. I failed Him once before; I will not do it again.

How it shocked me to be doing these strange things. And how, at the same time, I was humbled to have been allowed this beautiful placement of participation in the legacy of Christianity. At only 12, I was ungrateful for the gift of discernment.
He called on me; I didn’t hear His voice but I knew it was Him. I didn’t need to justify the ‘hows’ and ‘whys’. I just knew. My life would be dedicated to Him, and this was my calling on earth. My birth was caused by Him; my mind was His; my health was His; my strength belonged to Him; how, now, was I to reject His summons?
I obeyed and saw clouds. Discernment encouraged understanding and I saw demons. Fluid colours; whipping across the sky with healthy irregularity; very unlikely aware of my present set of circumstances. They had inhabited a child, about my age, with a painful earache. It had been difficult for him to speak, let alone eat…a couple of friends and I were asked to pray for him and we complied.
The moment I closed my eyes to ask for my Lord’s healing hands I saw the erratic colours. Blue, green, red, white…streaming in and out of the hurting child we were praying for. It was strange and I opened my eyes suddenly thinking I was hallucinating. A girl shouted, “They’re trying to kill him!” I closed my eyes almost immediately and went ahead with praying like a crazed fanatic, regardless of the ensuing chaos before me.
Fervently I prayed. I asked my Lord to take away the evil things from the boy, over and over like a chant. I couldn’t help watching the airborne colours move faster and faster around, into and out of the boy. The boy heaved and panted, like he couldn’t breathe and our prayers intensified just as well. I wanted those things to leave; they were bad! The girl who’d screamed before, prophesying the boy’s condition updated us frantically of everything happening. I was frightened but couldn’t stop till those things went away.
Suddenly, it seemed the colours could not penetrate the boy anymore. They furiously scattered in different directions out of windows and doors. They whizzed round those of us in the room and but finally disappeared. I miss the exhilaration; the love of being in love; the safety of being a part of something great, immeasurable…