Everyday Jesus wants us to be Careful with the Ministry of Teaching (1 cor 12:8, 1Tim 1:3-7,Acts6:10,Acts 9:1,2, 18:24-28, 2Tim 3:7,813b-15)


I was once privileged to have teachers of varying abilities. Some of them were enthusiastic about what they were doing that it reflected in the way they taught us. You could literally see their pain as they try to salvage the conditions of those that were bodily present but never learnt a thing. They cried, (and sincerely we assumed it was), wolf. We thought that their dilemma was uncalled for. We thought they had lost it and turned to determine wielding the cane as their panacea. How wrong we had been all along and never knew. We were wise in foolishness and accused the wise ones of folly. 

  The short account I artlessly delivered to you is just a preface to a little hazy discussion I intend that we would have. 


  Jesus is our teacher. Honestly speaking, he had the first set of Christians directly under his tutelage but coincidentally, just like my teacher, he had occasions where he was completely dissatisfied with the “never-learning” life of his students that he had to boldly say to them, “until now, una never sabi this mata”. He expected to have a group of forever improving students, the kind you can call polymaths or savants considering how much of himself he had invested in them. He had taught them by one of the best teaching methods, Guided Inquiry, when he looked back and saw that the Lecture Method he employed in teaching them back at the mount had little or no effect. His long but punchy lecture only got them cheering him on but when he rested his case, the only thing they went home with was his authoritative tone while delivering the lecture; they went home with no new lesson learnt, defeating the Instructional Objectives  of the Emeritus Professor.


So, he did a kind of sifting to reduce the class size of his disciples and as you know, “many were called but only few (the twelve) survived the screening”, to be taught to teach. After the programme had ended and Jesus made up his mind to retire from teaching undergraduate students, he told them to go scouting for students from all over the world and make sure that they were taught pass the fundamentals of our faith.


Many enthusiasts ran into the street preaching from “hear-say” the truth they never had as a reality. Technicians like the Seven Sons of Sceva also joined the mob only to get embarrassed by stubborn, masked reagents. Other people he really never commissioned took it upon themselves to become his marketers (though they never studied marketing), selling his goods to the public; painting the wrong picture as they were already outdated in terms of the new breakthrough in Heaven’s Education. In case you still want to doubt, when you cross the bridge ask Bro. Apollos who boldly and accurately taught the old Research Method. Well don’t be too quick to condemn the actions of that loving brother, we were all at that same level and if people like Priscilla and Aquila who proved that they have been taught by Jesus by not shushing us but patiently updating us never came to our resources, we would have continued on the woolgathering venture. They understood what Jesus implied when he said that those who are not against him are actually for him. They remembered how patient and loving Jesus has always been when it comes to the ministry of putting us right in the face of misconceptions.


And sorry, Paul, aka The Killer, saw that too. Believe it or not, it’s stale news telling you that Paul persecuted the Church because he was “law-loving” thinking that he was “God-loving”. So, the next time an opportunity came to show how abreast he was with the new spiritual law and his deeper revelation, he told little Tim to stay back and help people like me that might be walking straight into cuddle-sac of endless philosophizing to see their pit falls; not because he wanted them to be downgraded before their students nor to get more highly placed. He just wanted to show his love. He could not afford to sit on a professorial seat of Jesus Culture and watch the doctorate degree holders stuck at the point of no promotion courtesy of the wrong theories they kept on quoting in their works. He wanted to make sure they were sound spiritually in terms of insight, so that their students would not be academically poisoned. But I doubt if the aim of our correction is to promote faith from a pure heart or just to prove a point and get others defaced. Either ways, teachers beware.

#EVERYDAYJESUS…IS THE TRUTH

Reading about it now may make no sense…seeing as the encounters cut across a large expanse of cultures,religion and time.
As I study the variables however ,
I soon discover me a constant, covered beneath paradigms that have been shaped by time and race in the telling.
Talk about the reality of the ‘Truth’…

One thing I’ve learnt about the truth is that nothing else is ‘ Realer’… than it.
So,running with that theory,come with me,let’s do a little time travel …..to a time before the A.D era..

Close your eyes and imagine….quickly

“You are on a boat with Jesus,and He is asleep.
Everything seems fine for a while, then suddenly
The winds decided they had somewhere they needed to be real quick ,but the waters would not let them pass in peace. Consequently a fight ensued and amid the snarling teeth of the turbulent waters and the biting wind,there lay this poor grass- your boat-underneath the feet of the two elephants.

Defeat,depicted by the depths to which you sink and then rise up for a few seconds….only to sink back again.
Tossed too and fro at the whims of a restless sea–the world.
See your boat sink as it filled in with water.
One man just went into the snarling embrace of the waves….
Say your last prayers, you’re gonna die.
Say your last prayers….to who?

That’s when you notice,HE’S STILL ASLEEP!
…like how could this things be?….You rush to His side with a mix of…what’s that emotion again?….exasperation?…confusion….awe
You’re thinking…’Dude…this boat is gone,how can You be asleep?…..then you say aloud….”Teacher,don’t You care that we’re gonna die?!”
Cut!

Come back to our time and see you. Your life….now.
Circumstances and turbulence on the news…
Scrutinize deeply to see your present predicament..

What is it?.

Failures. No cash. Unmet dreams and expectations. An ailment that defies medicine. Family fracas. A divorce. Obstacles on your path to destiny. Heartbreak. Lost contract…opportunity..a loved one lost…a besetting sin…an addiction…
What is it?

Name it…..
We are so good at being ‘real’…so count your failings.
Let’s do something we learnt in high school …..
Compare and contrast,
Discuss in details and give examples of how similar the scenarios are.
Your life and our time tour adventure….

I’ll ask a simple question,
What is the ‘truth ‘in both situations?
………………….think deeply and answer………………

Now let’s compare your answer to the real answer
John 14:6;
” Jesus said to him,’I am the way,the TRUTH,and life. No one comes to the father except through Me'”

Jesus said…I am the TRUTH
The TRUTH….the only real and and unchanging reality

From this I learn that ‘Truth’ is not an event or circumstance. Truth is a Person;Jesus!

1Corinthians 12:3;
” Wherefore, I give you to understand that no man speaking by the Spirit of God calleth Jesus accursed and that NO MAN CAN SAY THAT JESUS IS THE LORD BUT BY THE HOLY SPIRIT”

From this I learn that I can’t know the Truth of my circumstance except the Holy spirit reveals Him to me.

Like the disciples,we tend to look on the circumstances around us as the ‘truth’….
Bamboozled on every side, we cry out daily…
“Careth ye not that we perish?!”
But the Truth of the situation is revealed from God’s perspective by a sleeping Jesus,who knows that the waves cannot end His life.
He wakes up from His rest and scolds the fighting elements, like two naughty children….”Peace,be still”
I’m pretty sure He was thinking…”Shush! I’m trying to rest here after a long day. You just won’t keep shut….Now you’ve gone and scared these men!”
The Bible records, “And the wind ceased and there was a great calm”

I ask you again,in light of this light…
What is the ‘Truth’ of your situation?

Reflect and you’ll realize,
#EVERYDAYJESUS…..IS THE TRUTH!

He doesn’t just know the answer, HE IS THE ANSWER!…
To raging storms..
To bent old women..and lives..
To wine finished too early at a feast…or marriage
To a dead and buried Lazarus…or friendship
To an issue of blood that defied medicine…or cancer
To women with seven demons..or addictions..
To zealots that persecute the church or Boko Haram…
To age long feud…and wars…

#EVERYDAYJESUS…IS THE TRUTH

#EVERYDAYJESUS speaks well too

It takes a lot hard-heartedness for the prophets of Christendom in Nigeria today to carry on with their myopic denominationalism while the masses of faithfuls under their responsibilities suffer in the hands of thieves and looters who are ironically part of their congregations.
It is easy to perceive the epic perversion of our perspectives. We’ve all fallen from loving our neighbors as we do ourselves to loving our neighbors because we love ourselves. Instead of not casting away any person God has given us, we’ve let capitalism and shortsightedness teach us about life and righteousness.

Prophets ought to remind the people of their spiritual identity. Instead today’s prophets are focused on materialism while professing to be God’s mouthpiece. Slowly they have taught and indoctrinated a vast majority of their society to chase after all the wrong values. Politicians who the kings of today, Cheating capitalist who prey on the entire country with their connection to the helm of affairs all kneel and are blessed by ‘men of God’ who have chosen the way of greed and fraudulent opulence.

Prophecy when used appropriately is capable of fostering a general awareness of responsibility. People will be confronted with the reality of their acts done in the seeming darkness; these acts which damage both the image of the society and its name but also the distribution of resources. It also ought to be a sharp reminder of moral principles already established.
These effects of prophecy including social Justice and an awakened sense of responsibility will in turn drive the inhabitants of the society to inadvertently support and promote development without bias or fear, because even the law enforcement agents will work on cutting down on internal corruption.

This applies to all religions in the society.

#EVERYDAYJESUS is The One

Because #EVERYDAYJESUS is The One … Two or more ideas drop like fruits from the tree of Life four our five fingers to wrap around. He who six the Lord of Seven Spirits, and eight the bread of life and will find he doesn’t need nine lives or ten commandments…

I think the problem is people think I show myself,
But even books praise God sitting on a shelf.
Its not difficult to make a cult of words that follow.
Am sure someone understands. Raise your thumb if u follow.

The Word rings true like the font is an android.
We type, write rungs up the ladder of the Word

Its grace.

It greys death, till he’s old and ghost-faced.
And yes we’re all dead, call my bible ghost-faced!
I am hid in Christ, healthy, (no hide and sick)
Laughing at the devil, he’s the joke of the weak.

Threw my…block of burdens at God, God is my director.
He sighed, ‘Caught,’ once and made me a blockbuster.

Beginning of time, there’s only him B.C.
World’s greatest man, the next bests freely copy.
I am no me without him.
Time is vanity, (’cause he’s busy chasing A.D.)

Free!!

I was, he who the son set free,
In a Prison of freedom until he redefined me.
This is just practice, for us the new bees.
Its you in the Word, bibles are selfies!!

The Freestyles of August 12

Godswill:
This Friday
Like most days…

Dawned bright and fair
So many possibilities out there

Unknown to many there’s a rumbling somewhere
An army hones their craft without fear

Word upon word
Precept upon precept
Truth established

The Christapoet Team
Welcomes you
To Freestyle Friday

Symolean:
Call our kingdom
Freedom
This dorm of life
Where we are the life of light
To be right with God
And man
To walk on the sea of peace
And truth
To share nothing but gospel
And owe nothing but love
To be called free
And be free from sin nature
To be sure of our fate before rapture
The last day for our departure
From this world of bondage
Where our freedom we see in part

Zee CAP:
I’ve been here
Awaiting the arrival of the fair
I’ve been there
Confused by the cacophony of the fair

The Niel Quchi:
She just jabbed
Better yet stabbed
The harmony, sanity the other words had
But then she’s free
Type as she wishes
Hope you all see
How to break word dishes

Simple!

Zee:
You think you’ve got it
You think you raised the heat
You know what I’ve got ?
I’ve got him who is God!
I can land on my feet
No matter how high the heat
Because with God, I can’t smell defeat

Adaobi Chiemelu:
Smell the feet
Like smelling petals of dusty colors
Smell the feet of principle
The feat of knowing what to wear and when
Socks of words that keep our feet warm from the biting cold
Our feet of godly, solemn gratitude
Of peace that surpasses all understanding

The Niel Quchi:
I think the problem is people think I show myself
But even books praise God sitting on a shelf
Its not difficult to make a cult of words that follow
Am sure someone understands. Raise your thumb if u follow.

Zee:
Its the flow that makes us glow
Like a mosaic of creation
We live for the creator
By the creator
With the creator
IN the creator
Our vibrant colors and inconceivable messes
It shines a beam of messages
Words colored to convey
Its the word of my Lord
That makes it all beautiful

The Niel Quchi:
Their words ring true like their fonts are an android
We type, write rungs up the ladder of the Word

Its grace.

It greys death, till he’s old and ghost-faced
And yes we’re all dead, call my bible ghost-faced

Kruise:
Trying to do this unpredefined
Looking for a treasure that i know I’d never find
Its like looking for fishes in the sky its like walking on the road with a blindfold on my eye
All these high roads left me high All my my doubts I left it all behind
Following the word and am seeking just to find

Cindy Dike:
Looking up to the sky
wings spread out in strength, birds fly
One time hands spread out on the cross – so no cross breeding with darkness
The sun shines
I mean just one son gives light
Not withstanding the shackles trying to bind my feet,
I put on freedom as a foot wear
My feet won’t tear
Cos Christ is my peace
Yes my piece…..
In all am in him, without him am none

Uc Truth:
We live in a hostile world
The sound of freedom scares them

I said we live in a ‘hostel world’
And the sound of ‘free dorm’ scares them

So even though it doesn’t bring the ‘come-forth’ they expect in forever’s arms, they would rather cling like leech to their beliefs and refuse to be leafs hanging on nothing but the true vine

A sure bet that they would reap, what He sowed

We live in a hostile world
And the sound of freedom scares them

So we r leaving a hostile world
Make your sounds of ‘free dorm’ until they hear them.

Kruise:
Feels like my breath can quench the fires of hell
I build castles in the sky with their foundation in heaven, trying to make it the opposite of the tower of babel
Let the word spread round the cardinal points
Let it suffocate the darkness out of their lungs and joints
His Freedom is the price
And my Freedom the price
Hope am able to cash in my redemption
on the arrival of his kingdom For his Freedom be got my Freedom…

St. Davnique:
Freedom…sounds dumb to a bum who lived down in that street….Streets on which he heard nothing but shackles,lived nothing but battles. Picking the pieces of meager charity and crumbs of kindness dropped by “good” Samaritans. His idea of liberty is glitter and rump…the fanfare of life on the other side…It’s always greener and brighter there he thinks. Unthinking though,he is of the truth that his liberty was limited by the darkness of his mind and the bounds that set his mind in its constant state of doom. Dreaming only of snares and nightmares from enemies that lay in the far reaches of his conscious subconscious…He would never know…                                             That the Samaritans that have charity lived in their versions of binds. Insomnia,depression,greed and lust he saw no other way to bury but in drunken stupor…She saw no other to kill than with the steel needle that pumped limbo into her veins…Aware of something wrong…they would awake the next morning and drop crumpled notes on the subway where the bum lay…Someway to slay the gnawing guilt and feel good again…seeking a permanent escape they would never know……                                                                   They would never know that the binds and blinds were needless. That freedom had been purchased centuries ago by the stripes and agony of a God that so loved,He gave…His soul a slave to hell for three days…just so that He becomes the salve of Gilead to soothe her aching heart and crown the bum a King….they would never know…if it was left in your hands dear Christian…that they’ve been freed…from the doom ahead.

Adaobi Chiemelu:
Yes ma ‘am
We’ll wear those soles on our feet as we go
We’ll wear those souls on our sleeves as we go tell

Macaulay Priscilla:
Held bound in the shackles of self bondage, tackled hard by experiences,cut deep by betrayals,living in denials of no confidence in me,spitting venom on everyone that dares to redeem the past errors of others.                                               Sunk deep in believing I have no love left to share, fighting invisible wars,hoping for a prison break. I want to love like Him. I want to give value to those around but am restrained. I need freedom from this…     Then He whispers in my ears.. Just let me… I work in you both to will and to do… Then I realized, it not my battle. My freedom is His battle.

Cindy Dike:
My chantings flowed
Echoes came and go
Drums of victory -my heart beats
This freedom is not in bit.
I have being set free…..
Forever… It’s not short-lived as a spree
I don’t say the laws by heart but I speak in tongues in the spirit
With delicate hands spread out I dance within his luminosity
Joy of him streams out
So am lost in all insanity of me- madness
Laughter flows across the meadow.
For a future kept in him
I don’t need the “dos and don’ts
While the religious minds prescribed drugs in struggle…
I have completed my dose
Cos if my feet slips
One has slept in peace and leapt over the lions den
..am free to rest in his lawn
Morn till dawn…..

Hanna Azubuike:
With Him I became so free
To walk on water without a real scream
So excited as I pass through walls of weakness
I deem my King
The God with freedom Skills

Symolean:
Three in us made us four
Touring and team-mating
Intimidating the dark kingdom
With the spark
Our lives were packed with
Like paradise park
We remained the envy of many
Satan hating
God rejoicing
We rejoining the saint
Our lives more beautifully painted
We remained undaunted
Never fainted
yes, we became triumphant

Promise Buzhoo:
Coz so long as we are in the vine
We gonna be alive
We gonna be fruitful
We gonna stay full.. With His love

Symolean:
I never knew this rain
Would lead to our reign
I never saw the tears he shed for me
The price he paid for me to overcome weariness
I foresaw not this freedom
Whose walls are eternity away from me
I still waited for the fetters of sin
Waiting for Satan to tether me with one
And close my page on the stage of filthiness
My silliness
I forgot the price he paid

Godswill:

Check out my Freestyle!!

Alexander Iyke:
Defining Freedom without Christ in it
Is like trying to cook without heat
His love is as endless as the abyss
But we fail to communicate with it at times like we’re keeping a malice
Freedom is a song and Jesus is the melody
True Freedom knows no negativity..
Not even in its irony
He destroyed the bondage of a billion years
and resurrected in Freedom within 3days
For the sake of more than a billion faces of a race
Surely.. Its not enough even though I give him a trillion praise

TO MY LOVE…
Love
The yawning expanse between us is beyond the encompassing hands of routine’s weary howls
I’ve lost track of the times, as motion becomes mundane, as living has decayed to losing the sense of being
Of breathing, of the exchange of affections we afford
When we are together

Love
Light seems far, as the black clouds claw at my fleeing frame, attack my feeble heart
Doubt arises swiftly, terrifying in its stoking of concerns about my knowing you
Have I ever really seen your face?
Do I know who you are?
Am I even right to speak of you in this vain? My love?

Fire, let your sparks of passions once stifled fly fervently into the heavens
Illuminate the space in which I’m found, carve out the path to my vision, my comprehension
Roar, as the communion of my love and I ignites thee
Crackle, devastate, refine, purge, demystify, drive into the past, the forever banished state
Sent it all, my grave misery, to the unfound
While I come into home strait, arms interlocked
Mine, and my saviour’s, my lover’s.

The Niel Quchi:
I am hid in Christ, healthy, (no hide and sick)
Laughing at the devil, he’s the joke of the weak

Threw my…block of burdens at God, God is my director.
He sighed,’Caught’ once and made me a blockbuster.

Beginning of time, there’s only him B.C.
World’s greatest man, the next bests freely copy.
I am no me without him.
Time is vanity, (’cause he’s busy chasing A.D.)

Free!!

I was, he who the son set free,
In a Prison of freedom until he redefined me.
This is just practice, for us the new bees.
Its you in the Word, bibles are selfies!!

One of Us:
And so many alphabets have gone ahead to set minds free like proclamations to the captive.

And I’m going to do the same too because the LORD made my pen a key just like the rest of the saints in here

A Master key to unlock shackles
Shackles of those bound with the law of sin and death
A deadly death, the one Christ had to be slayed for…Even for the gentiles who had no written code sent to them…

oh you foolish Galatians! Why have you imprisoned yourself by yourself?
Why are you trying to carry all that burden by yourself?
How can a dead body lift up a finger?

Fresh cus we like branches connected to an Evergreen vine in and outta season

If the law was a race, it would be Marathon…
But I have my legs amputated because of sin
So crawling on these tracks will not get me the price
Behind is satan taunting my weaknesses
Like scoffers do
The best way to win that Price is to have someone run in my place…
And Christ does the switch and I enter my rest
So I’m Free from the weariness and satan’s taunt
So my Champion wins the race and gives me the price.
#JesusEveryday

EverydayJesus wants me sane!

“Slow down, you might crash”. Has anyone ever told you that in the last six months? Maybe you should start applying that advice by not rushing to the end of this article, or you might crash- just kidding.

Whew, the world is too stressed out for her own good! Can you imagine a case where someone is her own major stressor? That is exactly what the world is doing to herself. The manner and speed at which people move around and go about their business is that kind that can make me nauseous in a merry-go-round, or the kind that can make me throw up in a galloping bus heading north from Nsukka. Concerned folks are left with very few alternatives like taking matters into their own hands, and forcefully applying unsolicited brakes for the ‘rat race’ people. Smart professionals even make a living from the chaos- after all good business is seeing a problem that nobody probably saw and solving it, isn’t it?

Recently, I saw an ad that said something that sounded like “ultimate De-stress Experience, our aim is to provide a haven of tranquility, away from all your day-to-day worries, we help you detoxify”- and all that kind of candy sweet promises. Don’t ask me where I found that ad, because I know too well that there is definitely a place with such offerings. The ad got me thinking anyways. So I thought, why do people really get stressed out, how, and to what end? Can a therapist really help me de-stress and detoxify, to what end, and what is the sell-by-date of the ‘de-stressed’ feeling. If I do not have the luxury of a ‘de-stress experience’ for so long- maybe two straight years, what would become of me, better still, how long is the sell-by-date of mental sanity. Therefore, is it really possible to be permanently de-stressed and detoxified, or should I pretend that the thought of it tastes better than a chocolate-box story. Well, I decided to do a fair amount of study that was more than good enough to give me more than a fair amount of excellent answers.

Professionals define stress as events or situations that makes us feel tension, pressure or negative emotions such as anxiety and anger. On the other hand, others view stress as the response to these situations or events, these responses are usually physiological changes and they may include; increased heart rate and muscle tension as well as emotional and behavioral changes. However, most psychologists regard stress as a process involving a person’s interpretation and response to a threatening event (Auerbach, Stephen, and Gramling, Sandra E, “stress (psychology),” Microsoft ® Encarta 2009). So I decided to interpret this whole stress perspectives thus:

Stress may be:

A nut to crack;

How I choose to crack the nut;

Or the decision making process of how I choose to crack the nut.

Therefore if you ask me to shed more light, I would say that being busy, or having an important deadline to meet, or problematic work or social relationships, such as a poor evaluation by a supervisor( just like I experienced in my project while completing a major requirement for a bachelor’s degree in microbiology last month) or an argument with a friend( the kind I sometimes have with one of my favorite roommates who I like and dislike at the same time for having opinions too strong for her own good) , or even failure( like failing a third year organic chemistry course in the only Nigeria’s den), personal humiliation( the kind I call embaharassment, self-imposed embarrassment), physical threats( like when my supervisor said he would slap me- even though he is still apologizing today) etc. are all events (stressors) on their own, but people’s responses to them can be a stressor too, and also interpretation/ processing of these stressors in one’s mind may be called a stressor too.

I just hope you are not expecting me to give you a seminar on stress- I am really not too interested in doing that, you know I am not much of an authority in the field. Telling me to that is simply asking me to write a review on scholarly works, and I am so going to call that an ‘event’ myself besides writing reviews on microbiology, kept me away from you all this while and I am so sorry.

Nevertheless, I would love to say something on one of the effects of stress that I find rather interesting- mental illness! I discovered or do I say that I rediscovered that the people who we consider irritable, socially withdrawn, and emotionally unstable are simply people who receive a high dose of exposure to stress- and people who cope poorly with the stress. Prolonged and high stress dose exposure may lead people to anxiety, depression, or other severe emotional problems. Anxiety disorder caused by stress may include generalized anxiety disorder, phobias, panic disorder, and obsessive-compulsive disorder. And guess what, people who survive catastrophes sometimes develop an anxiety disorder called post-traumatic stress disorder. They re-experience the traumatic event again and again in dreams and in disturbing memories or flashbacks during the day. They often seem emotionally numb and may be easily startled or angered. I also find it shockingly interesting that professionals agree that coping with stress required individuals to use thoughts and actions to deal with stressful situations and lower one’s stress levels. Also, many people have a characteristic way of coping with stress based on their personality, and that people who cope well with stress tend to believe they can personally influence what happens to them, they usually make more positive statements about themselves, resist frustration, remain optimistic, and persevere even under extremely adverse circumstance, most importantly, they choose the appropriate strategies to cope with the stressors they confront. It was at this point of studying that I was like eureka, I found it!

If a professional’s textbook and his experiences teaches him that coping with stress is basically a question of response due to a person’s heart (mind) disposition, and I chose to agree because it sounded logical- even without studying his textbooks or having his experience. In the same way, any and every professional would be polite by me, if he, without studying my textbook and having my experience chooses to agree with me that mutants (Theo-Sapiens) have the only sure and strong antidote to stress due to the permanent state of their hearts, coded for by the Spirit of God in their hearts (spirits). This stress antidote is programmed in them and is automatically activated in them when confronted by the ugly and eerie face of stress because of the reviving power of their right believing. They believe ‘the too good to be true news’- the Gospel! When confronted with bad and ugly events or stress (which I have chosen to all call the bad news) they automatically switch on to the beauty of the Gospel- The Good News’ locked away within them, and get refreshed and renewed. “They that trust in the Lord shall renew their strength” my textbook says. We don’t necessarily de-stress or detoxify because the stress cannot mix or mingle with them.

Therefore, I realized, reaffirmed and concluded that what doctor or a psycho therapist might choose to call a healthy state of mind was a mind state that slightly or grossly mimics ‘ the Rest of God’ because I know that such state of mind is a permanent and vital reality of mutants. God’s rest is a place but more to that, it is a place that only our hearts (spirits) can be in. Our spirits house our souls which in turn house our mind. When my spirit is at ‘The Rest of God’- The secret place, the Kingdom of God, only then can my mind be tamed to rest and be de-stressed, detoxified and permanently tranquilized. I know too well that no amount of yoga can take anyone there. The best that yoga might do is to show you a dream scene of ‘Rest’s door’ swinging to and fro like the graceful dance of a beautifully formed damsel in any deliciously written chocolate box love story you might find in my library.

So we rest because we believe, and because we believe, we continue to trust in Him with His own faith, the faith that came with the Gospel we heard. And because we continue to trust in Him, He gives us wings like that of an eagle, so that we can glide and accelerate with little or no efforts in the turbulence of the air currents that never appears to cease. Unlike other birds in flight, we never struggle- we soar! We see the turbulence, but like the eagle on the sky don’t take notice because we have a similar soaring swagger. When the ‘Frozen’ ice queen sings “the cold don’t bother me anyways” we get it because we share similar experience. In fact we save our energy for any ‘swift and swoop’ attack of the bald eagle. We know that they that put their trust in the Lord are like mount Zion which cannot be moved but abides forever. We also live on the truth that them that wait, that hope on the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount on eagle’s wings and they will soar and not grow faint.

Jesus Christ is the Rest of God, the very rest from every work- from every doing, it is done. It is finished on the tree, and He is the risen king. He is the risen, the reason why we rest, why we have believed. He is the risen, the reason why we are permanently in the de-stressed, detoxified, tranquil and serene mode.

 

Everyday Jesus wants us to Consider Demas [Col 4:4, 2Tim 4:10, Hebrews 6:4-15, 10:26-29 ]

  Few minutes before I started writing this piece, I asked Ben few questions and one sincere answer he gave me on correction was displayed on the screen of my phone the exact way it would appear here, thus: “I think correction implies truthful admonition, reality of issues, the implication of stiff-headedness … And finally an encouragement“.
  On that note, I wish to truthfully admonish us and encourage us to seek out the truth of the gospel; to assume that nothing is implied by the scripture unless the holy spirit tells us so; to look beyond the endless motivational speaking and permissibility of the subtly anti-kingdom life knowing that those motivational/permissibility talks (which is always in line with logical thinking) may not be totally wrong the same way fallacy is never a full blown lie. My perspective, I assure you would never be the most correct bearing in mind that the vegetarian is not a sinner neither is he that eats all things a sinner. None of them is outside the clan of saints considering the truth that they are just trying to please our master, Jesus Christ (Rom 14:1-23).


I am filled with conviction, the same way water fills the ocean, that salvation is not the kind of gift that you are permitted to keep no matter what you do. By implication, one can be saved today and tomorrow darned. Before you start dragging me to the synagogue where the high priests would confirm me guilty and order that I be put to death by stoning as my punishment, hear me out. I know I shop left and you Shop right.


We all know of zealous brother Demas that Paul, the field marshal of Missions acknowledged in his letter to the Collosians. Am sure Demas must have been a born-again, holy ghost-filled, tongues speaking believer who had no need to meet Paul when the sun and countless people had gone to sleep to inquire of the kingdom. But at a time, t, when the going got tough,  he played the wise and went to the house of plenty. Allow me to categorically tell you that Paul did not call him a sinner for his action of loving the present world but maybe if you consider 1 John 2:15 & James 4:4, you may have a standing on what cadre Demas should be placed in. If he loved the present world and we can tell people that our God and this world can not be accommodated in the same house, life, we can say that Demas became worldly and fell out of Christ. But we just can’t wrap his story up just like that. He is still living, so ’em still get hope’ to be saved again. But what if he rejects the second chance till he dies? Well, if you know what happens to lands that enjoys producing thorns, we can say that Demas would embrace that. Am I trying to say that God is so heartless that he would forget our labour of love? No! Am I saying that Demas deserved no mercy if he never repented? No!

God demands that we be patient when hard times strike us because the only ticket to getting his promise is faith and patience. If Demas lost faith and became impatient, do you think he still deserve the promise for those that wait till the end? Have you ever seen where an athlete that drops in the course of a race got to be crowned the winner? Enough of these questions!


I know you might be preparing to argue it out with me but the truth is, ‘I won’t reply’. We only need to look deeper into the scriptures and then stop quoting the scriptures out of context. If once saved our salvation becomes irreversible, why would Paul after telling us about the works Jesus had done to safeguard our salvation start warning us against sin. O! Am sorry, he must be talking to unbelievers or probably those that claim to believe but do not.ah! Satan is roaming around seeking whom to devour and believers are not in his list ‘cos they are saved? You know the truth.


He told them that if they willfully sinned; if they carefully plan and lie,  cheat others, steal, even kill themselves, they would face God’s wrath. Why? Jesus brought a new covenant which was aimed at making the old one perfect. Sin is not allowed. He would teach us to deny ungodliness (Titusville 2:11&12). If you think that grace pardons sinning; making a practice of sin, am sorry. Grace is more demanding. Grace says that it can not be accommodated in such a Heart. Ask Jesus and he would tell you that the way I looked at sister Nkechi was actually a sin and I deserved to pay the price for it…… But because I am his student, he would tell me to go and sin no more the same way he told the woman and if you try to protest, he would ask you to cast the first stone if you were clean; yet he would continue teaching to get my heart clean. Why? Out of the abundance of my heart, I would certainly act. That’s a funny way of letting you know that He is after the cause of my depravity and not the symptoms. But have you considered what my plight would be if I failed to learn? A Tree that does not bear fruit has one thing awaiting it: to be cut down and used as source of energy. That’s the verdict. 


If God tries correcting a believer who is living wrongly and such a person rejects his advice, what happens to sons of disobedience would be their reward no matter how many years they have worked for God. Salvation is not a permanent asset for those that made up their minds to continue in sin.