Everyday Jesus – GOD IS GOOD!

I have been down in the dumps and I have fed fat from all them rubbish down there so much that I have become plump…robust actually. Nice right? All of me junks!

I have literally cried my eyes out. All I have left are empty eye sockets, and blindness; even the bat offers a helping hand.

The night, that one? It seemed to provide temporal relief as it reluctantly accepts my cares during its shifts and without hesitation hands them back to me at the break of dawn. Woe betide me if I interrupt my slumber to pee…no words mincing.

The devil in his subtle magnanimity created a sovereign state of melancholy for me and appointed me the executive governor. A state which enjoyed absolute independence and privacy; custom bans been raised for encouragements hence no trading.

A confining state it was but you know, I am a governor, the governor…but was I? Really? My subjects; fear, selfishness, worry and pride ruled over me (One of them horrible things Solomon saw on the earth) Twisted right? I thought so too, only that it was just a thought. I obeyed orders from my subjects with the cheers of a good leader is a servant!

Rest was “the road not taken” by poor me probably because it was the road less travelled by most. Pride had always insisted I carry my burden because it is mine…“carry your burdens, for you have no one in the world but you”. Fear on the other hand provided an awfully overwhelming companionship and selfishness made the world revolve around me in a very bad way.

With all the prejudice I had about God’s personality, “cast your cares upon me for I…” didn’t make any sense because all of my five senses were numb…already.

My woe tales…

…but blessed be the Lord and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ who works in and around us to bring us out of the ugly situations we face. My problems were his as much as they were mine and he sure has his way around it.

First things first, I have my eyes back and He started by making me listen to what he spoke through the mouth of his son…the prophets were getting a lot of things complicated (figuratively). They painted him both black and white with a grey touch of indecision; all lies! He doesn’t have a multiple personality.

And you’d think the devil can bear to be left out of the ecstatic torture of the human soul with questions that brings confusion? You wish! He plunged into the game head first and he has been having a nice time in my life until now.

God is good! (This is me on top of my lungs!)

He that has seen the Son has seen the Father. I have seen the Son so I have seen the Father; so beautiful, full of compassion, ever loving, never angered…such awesomeness and all these I saw by just a peep, I haven’t even taken a glance yet!

Why didn’t he remove my problems first you’d ask? They were not really the problems, alright? My problem was the fact that I had a warped image of God in my eyes and the statement “the way you look at the problem is the problem” has never been truer.

Am I still faced with challenges? Yes of course but I have taken a new approach to it. I have migrated to the state of REST. Stuffs are way better there and the standards of living there are premium but the Father foots the bills. I don’t enjoy my privacy there, His presence is all wrapped so lovingly around me and it is sweet in the strictest sense of the word. His assurances and encouragement have no trade ban, it is one of the legit must haves and it is free. I walk knowing that he said that he is with me and he will never leave nor forsake me.

We (God and I) are still on my case brethren and it gets better every day.

Meanwhile I can’t stop chanting God is good! (This is me on top of my Lungs!)

 

By His Ruth

(Ogbuabor Ruth)

EveryDayJesus- ‘Who can be Mad?’ (an Update)

Who can be mad?

I am just not speaking of mad, as in mad in love. I mean who has a right to go about in his full original birth dress, pretending or maybe claiming that he is the only true son of Adam left, enjoying the Eden that only him can see in a garbage heap, and really hoping to find the bone of his bone and the flesh of his flesh in the same pile of ‘Eden’- and probably determining in his heart not to let his Eve lure him into eating anything that will open his eyes and show him what he is not wearing because he is ADAM MAN (an anagram of A MAD MAN). So who has a right to be called A MAD MAN simply because that is the best title befitting him?

Well, writing this particular article was to me a kitchen experience which involved fixing up a delicious meal that I think you might not be able to resist. Therefore if you permit me to call it a good meal then you might also like it well served- three course:

I would love to, and I am presenting before you a buffet of sumptuous platters of a ‘who-can-be-mad’ appetite whetting, mouthwatering antique thin soup of English, French, Italian, and may be Spanish cuisines, aka juicy and savory antique quotes on MADNESS for you to do justice to- mercy me, no, mercy you!

  1. What is madness?

“To have erroneous perceptions and to reason correctly from them”- Voltaire (1694-1778), French writer/philosopher.

  1. “A source of strong emotions and terrifying images which it arouses through fear of the Beyond, Catholicism frequently provokes madness; it generates delirious beliefs, entertains hallucinations, leads men to despair”- Michel Foucault (1926-1984), French philosopher.
  • “A body seriously not in equilibrium, either with itself or with its environment, perishes outright. Not so a mind. Madness and suffering can set themselves no limit”- George Santayana (1863-1952), Spanish-born U.S philosopher, poet and novelist.
  1. “Although …a societal reaction might pressurize an individual… into becoming an outcast, delinquent or rebel, it is difficult to imagine how a similar reaction would force him to adopt the central schizophrenic syndrome”- John K. Wing (1923- ), British psychiatrist. Lecture, University of Vienna.
  2. “King Madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go”- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), English poet and play wright. Hamlet, Acts 3, scene 1.
  3. “And something’s odd- within me- that person that I was- and this one- do not feel the same- could it be madness- this?- Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S poet. ‘The First Day’s Night Had Come’
  • “ A man goes far to find out what he is- death of the self in a long, tearless night, all natural shapes blazing unnatural light”- Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S poet. The Far Field, ‘In a Dark Time’.

You might also like this platter, African, savory, but recent

“Madness is one of the offspring, in fact the son of old age of the old man christened ‘Wrong Believing’- Nneoma Favouromeje (alive and well, duh!), the girl who is hell bent on making poor you read about ‘ who can be mad’- of all things.

  1. Main course

Enjoy the fun and thrill in finding out the continental origin of this cuisine- only by eating it completely.

Madness in my one eyes, is just that sickness which has its own etiological agent ( disease causing agent) being ‘wrong believing- well I am so sorry that I see microbiology in almost anything, I might still change if you give me enough time to, and not give up on me too.

 

The different forms of madness present similar if not exactly the same signs and symptoms as do the different forms of demon possession talked about in my Bible. So if you do not mind, I would be so glad to deduce that madness is equal to and equivalent to demon possession. Also, demons are not necessarily just things that appear to take the forms of living things, and which find themselves unfortunately denied of bodies to live in. For me, demons wrap themselves up in wrong belief systems, in destructive words, and they effortlessly make their ways into human minds through both the ear and eye gates. These wrong beliefs come with direct or indirect contact with infected people just the same way that viruses and other pathogens do. Therefore, viruses and bacteria are to influenza, HIV, and meningitis, what wrong believing is to bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, and panic disorder. The basic difference is that wrong believing produces mental illness while viruses and bacteria produce body illness. The funny thing is that, with gradual increase in severity of madness, ADAM man might inflict damage on himself, the demon possessed people in the Bible usually cut themselves with sharp things just in the same way that a mentally deranged man on the streets, or better still in a psychiatry, would himself, or just as how any boy on the lower pole of his manic-depressive disorder would love to feed sumptuously on the thoughts of committing suicide. Sometimes, mad folks enjoy the thoughts of harming other people as their most fancy daydream- so if you are not planning to take authority, just stare clear, don’t say nobody told you. In fact, Jeffery Dahmer planned his ‘17 men in one day’ killing spree, more intricately than I am planning my future ‘home sweet home’, or even more delicately than Dr Carson planned his hit Binder twin surgery, okay?

Madness is not more or less than the outcome of poor believing. If Dennis believes that only he has to dutifully pay for every dime of his wrong doings, then he has succeeded in catching a reticulate ‘Chlamydia’ because when you hear that he hung himself in his room and left behind a note on his bed written “NOW YOU ARE FREE OF ME BECAUSE I DENNIS HAS PAID THE VERY LAST PENNY OF THE MENACE” you will know that the condensing ways of the matured elementary bodies in his head are way past finding out. It would be so sad then, because he was sorely terrorized by the sum of them, and painful shall his passing be.

You see, madness is the obvious outcome of the mental harassment unleashed by demons, as mind-teasing as the word ‘tease’. In fact, madness is the name of the cry you hear when a mad man believes, and is mentally harassed, humiliated and molested by demons which present themselves as ugly nauseating buffets of lies diligently cooked up by the only Chief Executive Chef of lies that I know of, Lucifer.

 

 

  1. Dessert.

I think everyone needs some generous dose of sugar loving here and there, don’t you? After a great meal such as this, I believe that a well whipped cold strawberry-chocolate sundae with any juicy red fruit atop, cannot be a bad idea.

Si vous plais mutants, you are not permitted to be mad, in fact you cannot be mad or demon possessed- if that is a better rendition for you. The base pairs concerned such a possibility, was part of the genes which the Recombinant DNA Technologist spliced out- I am so sorry! Only non-mutants are allowed to, if and whenever they so desire, in fact they cannot help it when the terrorist comes visiting. Mutants have The Gene that codes for the only good antidote to madness ever known or heard of- top secret! Mutants believe on the right thing, The Truth, the only life changing Good News that any human ear has ever heard of, the Gospel. Mutants know what right believing is, and this is right believing, it is finished, He is risen, Believe and Receive (get mutated, be eternal)!

 

By Favouromeje, 2016; Updated, 2017.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everyday Jesus – Hymn 311

“I could not do without thee”, said the priest.

The pianist proceeded with a familiar tune, the choir joined, and the rest of church sang along.

 

I could not do without Thee

O Savior of the lost,

Whose precious blood redeemed me

At such tremendous cost.

Thy righteousness, Thy pardon

Thy precious blood, must be

My only hope and comfort,

My glory and my plea.

 

As the first stanza went by, I couldn’t help but imagine the cost of my redemption. I tried to wrap my mind around what Jesus must have gone through for love.

 

A man had a lover who he gave up everything for, including his wealth and prestige. He gave her his attention and showered her with gifts. She lacked nothing but yet she wasn’t satisfied. She gave herself to riffraffs and vagabonds who had nothing to offer her. Her lover couldn’t give up on her despite her promiscuity. Life however caught up with her and she contracted HIV. She felt bad for herself and knew she deserved to die. She didn’t want to cause her lover more pain so she ran away but her lover went through thorns and pains until he found her. He said to her, ‘I don’t care about what you must have done. I still love you. I’ll transfuse your blood into mine and take yours. I’ll die of the HIV but I want you to live’. Shocked and guilt stricken, she told him she couldn’t accept such offer. ‘what if I go back to my old ways? I don’t trust myself. I’m sick of myself. I disgust myself’, she said. Her lover said to her, ‘my death would take care of it all’.

 

Isn’t it amazing? The story is unbelievable… I mean, it’s not even ordinarily possible. I heaved and shook my head to clear it as the church began the second stanza.

 

I could not do without Thee,

I cannot stand alone,

I have no strength or goodness,

No wisdom of my own;

But Thou, belovèd Savior,

Art all in all to me,

And weakness will be power

If I lean hard on Thee.

 

Another exciting thought hit me. And I thought…this could be it.

 

Melania Trump did nude photographs during her modeling days but she’s now America’s first lady. According to societal measure, she definitely doesn’t deserve to be the first lady of America but she is. Her past doesn’t matter anymore, just because she married to Trump. Her critics would still greet her as ‘Her excellency’, if they are ever opportuned to come before her. She has a covering and her prestige comes from association. Her weaknesses became power because she leaned hard to Trump.

Exactly how I’m a beneficiary to Christ’s sacrifice just by the reason of my belief in him. My husband is the King of kings…chew on that!

 

I could not do without Thee;

No other friend can read

The spirit’s strange deep longings,

Interpreting its need;

No human heart could enter

Each dim recess of mine,

And soothe, and hush, and calm it,

O blessèd Lord, but Thine.

 

The third stanza brought my consciousness back as I remembered “The lady, her lover and her Lord by T.D Jakes. There are issues and aches that rise up in me, that even I do not understand. So how do I explain it to anyone? Only my manufacturer, I imagine, can understand. T.D Jakes while trying to explain a lover’s role and Jesus’ role in a lady’s life said, “But, in the stillness of the night, when he has gone to sleep and there are pending issues on her mind, it is her Lord who works the night shift and watches over her in the dark. He is the one whom she can talk to when her words cannot describe what she is feeling. Her husband may understand what she says, but her lord understands what she feels”.

No human can enter the deepest and darkest part of my heart to soothe, hush and calm it. Only the Lord.

 

I could not do without Thee,

For years are fleeting fast,

And soon in solemn oneness

The river must be passed;

But Thou wilt never leave me,

And though the waves roll high,

I know Thou wilt be near me,

And whisper, “It is I”.

 

Finally the last stanza came and tears rolled down my cheeks. People have left me and I have left people. Some people left because they couldn’t cope with my excesses and I don’t blame them one bit. Others left because I couldn’t meet up with their standards. I don’t blame them either. I pushed some away and they left. I cried over some and still didn’t even notice some leave. Some didn’t leave by choice. They promised never to leave but death took them away and it’s sad that nobody has power over death. Through all these human helplessness and limitations, I found someone that come what may, will never leave. “And though the waves roll high, I know thou wilt be near me, and whisper, “it is I”.

 

The church chorused an “Amen”.

 

-ChyD

Everyday Jesus –  4 loving-thing ‘sweet’ nothings that you don’t want!

The world is so ‘loved’ up that she really wants no more. I think I have heard a lot of ‘I love you’s that some of us really want no more. I mean, we have heard it too much that it only holds a little drop of water only and only when we want to fool around with a special someone. My point is this: ‘I love you’ is too clichéd that it means nothing to many people; I mean, didn’t anyone tell those words to Jeffery Dahmer and why did he end up with such a troubled mind that gets tranquilized only when he adds a medal to his ‘Milwaukee cannibal’ reputation, a money making condiment if you like- I mean, didn’t Juicy Jay add it to Katy Perry’s ‘Dark horse’ hit? What I am saying is that this renowned serial killing dude of the late 90s was ‘loved from the heart’ at least by his ma yet he loved to eat men’s hearts out! I think that he like many of us was born and raised by mere, I repeat mere 100% human parents who have got mere ‘sweet’ nothings that were no good for us because they were ‘loving junks’ to our little growing young hearts. I would want to show us these loving junks that we should not allow inside of us, so we don’t end up puking on anyone. I call them the loving-thing sweet nothings or junks if you like and ama tell on just 4:

“Never be mad, oh little one”. This is what ‘loving’ mummies and daddies and uncles and aunties all mean when they call little Denis ‘a messed up lazy thing’ just at the point he was about winning the heart of his 6 year old love of life; and this loving mummy and uncle expect Denis to say “oh thanks, that was just what I’ve been tryna say all day”. Ahn ahn, I repeat nah nah, Denis would be a menace because he’s got his own mind too, even if you say it’s a little one! Who said that babies do not have a right to be mad too, we can only give them enough liberty to fume at us, so that they might not want to yell at us later. They might actually, but we must show some empathy! By the way, you would never find this scene in that movie except you see it again in your mid harmattan night dream, just saying. Thanks!

“Awwwwn, she is such a cute little dumping place, can’t you see?”. This is what some mummies mean to say when they have some food stains on their hand written job application and want to put the blame on someone’s little life, even when she knows that this 7 year old someone had been chilling at her *Ma nnukwu’s place since God knows when. Little someone would feel like one messed up old poop especially if she had been trying to be a lady at least to gain some respect. My point is we should know when we are forcing the people we said we love to become sports rackets after we said that they are the objects of our love. Don’t even say that your racket is your best friend because even if you do, I’d tell you that it’s simply because it doesn’t have the will of mind to stop you from using it. Well, little ones do, okay?

“You are my love toy, baby”. (Coughs) please are you still with me? This is what Zee world mummies and daddies mean when they force their ‘favorite’ son to quit his untamed hopes and dreams because some successful mummy and daddy needs a successor to their own dreams. That is it.

“You have no life baby, but I can give you some”. This is what some mummies and daddies and besties do when you don’t agree with their views and persuasions and they say “you don’t love me, do you”? My point is, does love not set us free, and does love produce mindless zombies? I don’t think so, Abba Daddy in his love and power made us and gave us what it took to want or stab him, just think about it!

Favouromeje, 2017

 

*Ma nnukwu is the igbo title for Grandma

EVERYDAY JESUS – DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

09/2/17

Dearest Damsel in Distress,

I hope that this note does not leave you without help, having found you in distress.

I have come to learn by experience, how bleak a future could be when you cannot see any lights at the end of the tunnel.

Oh DD, I am at that tunnel right now, it feels as though my cloud is night and I dare say that I have not found any silver linings yet, it’s so really dark in here!

DD, I really cannot tell you that I know how I got in here, or my way out of here; and the blanket thick darkness in this tunnel is so smoldering yet I am unshielded from the ice cold in here.  Maybe they are even hot ice, I really cannot tell.

You know Damsel in Distress, the only clue that I have is to simply cry because I really just cannot help it.

I have a lot of hope, and I have some faith too but I guess I don’t have any answers at all in my supplies – in fact, I got lost in here with nothing in my convenient pack!

Nevertheless DD, I would want to share with you, a few of my little things – some of the strengths that the LORD is giving me here!

I do not know how my help out of here will come, but I know too well that the LORD has helped me by His Spirit. I have chosen to hang on to His grace because His mercy is all that I have to hang on to. Sometimes, the rain beats me so hard, the ocean tries to drown me, the fire burns with smoldering smoke with me buried-stuck inside, and the mountains don’t even let me have the luxury of a little air to breathe.

But do you know what DD, I can never be consumed! I have not found that in my Bible, it’s not about here being too dark to see; the Spirit is my inner witness!

I mourn but I am blessed daily by the LORD’s comforting Spirit. I know that my pain would all go away someday because I know that it is well with my soul. I know that even if everything choses to remain dead hopeless, I’ll live through it all.

One thing I know for sure is that my problems are not pioneered by God but I know that He will hijack the situation to beautify me even more, my “sisterly” Ubamara calls that ‘Make up’!

Therefore DD, because I know that beauty is my sorrow’s end, and spiritual endurance is my heart’s fate, I have chosen to hang on because I BELIEVE! And because I believe, I am going to show myself that I believe.

I am going to grab a pale from time to time, and I’d soak my feet ready for some generous pedicure. I have chosen to take my bath times more seriously because I have promised myself to savor every single bit of it, even my lotion times too! I am never going to forget to wear myself some beautiful makeups every single morning. I am never going to forget to eat good food, no junks! And I am really going to be walking in here with some self-respect. I would never forget to keep myself hydrated because I need to look beautiful for my beautiful end. Who wants to look like a mess at red carpet entry? Not me, most def! You wouldn’t want to DD because our end is fairer than any Grammy red carpet’s euphoria, trust me!

 

Damsel in Distress,

Favour Omeje.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EverydayJesus’ ‘How to be Happy!’

Happiness can only be found within Love!

Love is God and God is Love.

Receive wholeheartedly, the love of the Father;

Bask in that love for yourself

Accept yourself in His gracious redeeming love, you’ll end up accepting others too

And you’ll be happy all along!

 

Happiness may be a rested acceptance and enjoyment of providence

The surest way I know to Rest, is in accepting the acquittal of the only Just One, He who makes men right in His own eyes;

In allowing His forgiving Love on yourself first, others may receive from you, willingly given

And you sure will be happy all the way!

 

Happiness is Rest and trust!

If you are not able to simply believe and see the Father’s Love from your heart’s eye;

You might never catch a glimpse of happiness, as you run in your fervent pursuit of happiness

You might never receive His Rest for sure!

 

By Favouromeje, 2017.

 

 

 

EverydayJesus’ ‘How to be Happy!’

Happiness can only be found within Love!

Love is God and God is Love.

Receive wholeheartedly, the love of the Father;

Bask in that love for yourself

Accept yourself in His gracious redeeming love, you’ll end up accepting others too

And you’ll be happy all along!

 

Happiness may be a rested acceptance and enjoyment of providence

The surest way I know to Rest, is in accepting the acquittal of the only Just One, He who makes men right in His own eyes;

In allowing His forgiving Love on yourself first, others may receive from you, willingly given

And you sure will be happy all the way!

 

Happiness is Rest and trust!

If you are not able to simply believe and see the Father’s Love from your heart’s eye;

You might never catch a glimpse of happiness, as you run in your fervent pursuit of happiness

You might never receive His Rest for sure!

 

By Favouromeje, 2017.

 

 

 

EverydayJesus and 2 of my favorite things!

Pearls and diamonds!

Pearl is the smoothest word that the world has ever met, do not take my word for; go find a true pearl for yourself!

Diamonds are the prettiest things that the world has ever happened, yet gloriously ‘tough hardy’!

These are a few of my favorite things.

I find it even more intriguing that ‘Pearl’ and ‘Diamond’ find expression every day and everywhere among all jewels, as the definitions and names for the word ‘woman’. Oh these are precious smoothness to my soul, and multifaceted beauty to my taste.

Diamonds encode fine mysteries to me; the stories that go with blue diamonds and some of them reds, excite my senses, and get me more curious than I can ever manage. God knows that if diamonds were to be a girl, she wouldn’t just pass the ‘is she looking interesting enough to be my friend ‘test; she would simply be the marking scheme for all my potential girlfriends, because the more mystery-dressed aka interesting looking the person is to me, the more likely I am going to start a conversation her, period- except if we look both bored and I feel like saving the day for two.

So back to my favorite things, pearl! The making of pearl at the very depths of the seas perfectly define the word ‘thrive’ to any blocked human five senses. Pearl is the love child of ‘patient endurance’, the untold lesson behind ‘beauty for ashes’!

I love pearls and diamonds too much that I rarely wear the so-called jewelries at all. I have been saving my body for jewels and I am so going to wait for my first ever jewelry!

I hate to wear the parodies of them but I just cannot help it sometimes. I would just wait for my pearls and diamonds because in wearing them, I’d surely feel thoroughly self-aware, for I’d be perfectly in touch with my inner self.

I do not want to say that pearls and diamonds remind me of God, no; I know too well that they remind me of my one daring boast: ‘invincible, wild and untamed shall I ever be as forever as my Father endures!

By Favouromeje, 2017.