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.

He found me…

…and just again I was disappointed. It felt like I slept through the journey and just when I thought I had landed, my hopes got crashed.
He, Mr Law, was really cool, even cooler you could chill drinks in him. He promised me satisfaction if I’ll continually obey. I could almost swear I had this locked in with a B and K because I was all ready to do what he wanted.
I gave in. Like a skin to a boil, I gave in for a swell time of my life.

I wanted to please him and earn his love and trust. But sooner than later, the usual dreaded realization dawned and I prayed to race out for it was all empty and void.
Worse still each try left me feeling so incompetent. He even made me see that it’s all my fault, all the time.
Maybe, I gotta get up and try and try and try…quitters never quit yea? 

I’ve tried many times but it just doesn’t seem to work.
Something tells me that there must be someone, yes that one guy…that guy that loves completely.

But where is he?

My Soul longs to see 

With him I crave to be

Maybe he exists only in my fantasy. 
Even if he does exist, how much longer should I wait?

How much more time do I have to spare?

“A woman’s time flies…” or so they say;

I hope I’ll still be in mine when he calls.
I am really tired of testing and trying, tasting and spitting out.

My soul gets parched each time I do.

I just hope I’ll still be in my time when he calls.
Still lost in the noise of my very own thoughts, Which had long started to sound like music, I didn’t realize I had wandered off into the road I once denied.

A road so broad yet lacked space.
In this vagabond state, unable to discern what the morrow holds and barely caring what happens next, I heard my name.
I was stunned ‘cos never before had my name sounded such harmony.

T’was the most beautiful sound that has ever walked into my ears. 
This voice so gentle yet strong and firm called for me to exchange my burdens for rest but having wandered so long, it sounded too good for trust…and again I felt there ought to be a price for it. Nothing goes for nothing.
In my state of doubt still, the voice beckoned. It still sounded too easy, I couldn’t give into that. My old lovers weren’t that nice.
The sweet voice persisted and then my eyes opened and I saw a spark of light which flickered in front of me.
Nothing and nobody can be compared to the one I saw standing in front of me when my eyes fully opened.

His eyes held so much love that penetrated and irrigated my soul.

The intensity of his tenderness was unbearable so that I fell, yes, I fell into his strong arms where my safety rests assured.

My head rested on a heart that beats for me and I drowned in a satisfaction that has never been conceived by nature.
I couldn’t help but ask Mr Grace where he had been all this while. As he spoke to me I saw his love. A love that is not affected by my inconsistencies. I didn’t even have to work for it…it was free! I just accepted it and that’s all I ever did.
He found me!

And sorry I was not in my time, I was in His.
-HIS Ruth

#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!!

MENTOR

I seldom think after who to follow, where to begin or what to see

Vanity skids through my consciousness leaving no room for the emergence of the true me

My ideals sprout from the knowledgeable size of my restricted mind

A phenomenon vaguely real in the covert borders of my self will

Daily I lounge at the vines picking out the foxes that spoil the challenging in me

The perfect life I seek to lead but in totality, nothing my effort seems to yield

For with insight revealed, a personality I glean from

Nothing possessed by me seem to equate the truth from Him

Through Him I tend to see, the past a shadow, the present a storm and future rest assured.

Humanity proves to wrestle with God a stupidity and to disbelieve an animosity

To whom then shall we cleave to suture our weakened beings

I hope for His gift of wisdom to grant me a trail at courage’s feet

I stand in His victory taking strength at the source to fight in faith

The uprooting of the God-mind in me

Via nature, the wonder of His words are seen

The marking of dawn filled with loving spree

To know your love and remain in grace I do plead

Teach my soul to wait and hope on your saving Spirit

For you are my root, my goal and salvation

I will delight in you and peace to my spirit will follow

Jedidaiah

HIS WITNESS

In truth, I speak him aloud
In words, I pick his existence
For he is the lamb, the lamp to your feet
For he is also the lion, your pavilion when all seems wrong.

In letters I adore him
Even beyond the latter years
Your tears now his care
Even when the world yells fear
Still he is fair enough
To bear your regret
And call you into his fold.

In sickness, when all hope seems faded
In every disappointment, when the future seems broken
Like a fracture to the brain
O yes! Yes He is with you

To heal your diseases
To reveal carefully that it’s not disappointment
But “this is my appointment”
All for seasons,
And beyond the seasons
Very much christ is alive to give you rest………..

He is here!
He is there!
He is with you dear!

Iamthealchemist
2016.

Love refreshing

I wonder what God was thinking when He made you,
Made you so perfect and pure yet no one had a clue

Of what made he you so unique, you so blue!
So sleek, so sweet and so true!

That every time,‎ I look at you
All I see is a reflection of me. What a perfect view!

If you were a word in English no matter the tense
I can’t help but over emphasize your importance with little or no stress

I can’t over stress I’m afraid you will break in this glass
So I’d rather go do the maths

Do some add ups and draw your graph
You’re so priceless, you’re worth more than a million ducats

Can’t thank you enough for what you have done
If you were combined with soap, all my dirt would be gone

You leave no stain unwashed, not even one
I’ve seen many like you‎, but you stand out

Like a gun all these thoughts keep aiming at my brain, what a storm

As I was about to drink you alone
You this chilled cup of water in the sun!

Olaoye Adeleye
(c) 2016

WE…

we see and claim not to see

we  bleed and cover it with our hands

our hearts are broken and yet we claim to be steel

we still cover our tears, the torn souls we are with smiles

we claim to be fine contradicting our state a thousand times

we see the savior but allow our pride to deprive us of salvation

we could boldly claim that the hot coal can’t burn us

and deceive ourselves when he affirm that millions will fall by our sides and we would be the last man standing

we are hopeless in our hope to marry the rope when they perceive our trouble

we are lies claiming to be truth

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This is how we roll!

Mutants are not miserly because their trust issues have been dealt with.

Mutants do very little, they have Faith.

Everything mutants do in the Kingdom is Faith- that is how we ‘roll’

Mutants speak Love- that is how we express ourselves.

Mutants are always at ease- it is a trust thing you know.

Mutants have all that they need- they receive them daily the mutant way.

Mutants DO nothing because everything has been DONE.

Mutants only have to carry their little bags Faith, about in the Kingdom.

Mutants carry their little bags by just expressing themselves through the mutant father-tongue, so you see why we are always at ease. Hmmm Cool!

The more mutants speak, the more they are transformed, transformed to be like Christ- this is the ultimate reason for the mutation!

Mutants never die, they have already died at the cross where Jesus died and rose when He did just by believing.

If the son of snake is a snake, then the son of God is a God- it’s simple ‘Mathegenetics’!

Mutants are sons of God because Jesus is Son of Man- ‘mathegenetically’ speaking!

Mutants like Jesus, are totally God, totally Man! He is our big brother the Bible says

Mutants are the supernatural beings that I call Theo-Sapiens.

Mutants cannot sin because the gene that codes for sin has been spliced off and replaced with Spirit Gene.