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THE MANGER

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I never expected anything like this

If there was to be a HAGGLE between my will and His I would never have BARGAINED for this
A strange being growing steadily in the belly of my espoused wife

-to-be

Born

-to-give

Life to His BRETHREN

Try having stone as BREAD-THEN you would see that this was not easy to swallow.

It seemed Mary was having a LION’s share of this predicament so I could BEAR to hang on for nine months, just so I would see what this little task that came by night would look like at TWILIGHT. My whole expectation of joy in marriage have suddenly been ECLIPSED by burden, like aligning the sun with the moon I was confused and groping in darkness, hoping that all of this SAGA just like my wife’s water would BREAK-IN-DAWN.
But then again, I had to endure another night of a weir wolf duel.

A tax payment trip to Bethlehem and Mary birthed Him. He who the angels proclaimed was to be named Jesus, Messiah, Holy One, I was in much anticipation I desired to look upon a God. I expected His birth to be like Glory rising, in royalty, magnificence I wouldn’t have been shocked if He was born with a crown to His head but instead when I looked in those eyes all I saw were twinkles.

Twinkle, little stars
I needn’t wonder what you are
For though you came from up above the world so high
Like a simple child you appeared in our lives

Right there, right then, I knew I had found a treasure, a diamond in a child so precious I would run half way across the world to keep Him safe from Herod. I protected a God, YES!!! I never had a normal marriage, but this junction is where my simple life of carpentry collided with God’s spoken word by His prophets and I became the one relevant carpenter in Bethlehem.

My name is Joseph

And I am here to tell you that as sure as darkness never outshines light, Though it might seem like the GOOD ROAD-HIGH SPEED-CAR RACING of your life is becoming a BAD BUMPY-SLOW MO-DONKEY RIDE, and you have fallen off the cliff into a stampede that leaves you picturing your MUFASA’s death, and it SEEM-BAD with everyone like dear uncle SCAR watching, remember that you are the KING’S SON and you would be the LION KING when all of this dust settles.

For no scar, no stampede, no darkness and no dust can outlive the one I have come to reintroduce to you.

I have come to reintroduce Him to you because it seems as those He gave His life to live are yet to realize that they have become living beings, still living off the leavens the Pharisees have been leaving them, leaving the love life left for them to live by the Living one, licking LIME and BITTER LEMONS, tasting but sour GRAPES allow me to heal your liver so you can take in His divine Grace for life in Christ is SWEET

ORANGES

He is THE VINE, you are His branches
If he is DIVINE that makes His branches same. Start acting like the Spirits you are 

Stop putting to shame your High priest. Just because your PLANE has crashed and you are LOST or you have been constantly SKIPPING MEALS like someone practicing for the HUNER GAMES doesn’t make God is dismayed in your situation see casts are going up you should give Him some credits

Make Him director, producer, script writer, let’s leave this whole movie to Him and do all that we have been called to “acting and costumes”

Dress up every day in full assurance that someone is in total control, His pain is your gain and I would say this again and again, JESUS ROCKS

The celebration of His first breath (CHRISTMAS) to the time He fulfilled His purpose should make you see the distance from a birth pang to an ‘it is finished’ on the cross so when your life becomes crossed and tangled always remember that God’s plans and purposed for people prevails

TRUST GOD NOT YOU, TRUST ONE NOT TWO, and He has spoken better things to abound for you in Christ now if you would put your whole faith on His ABIDING WORD nothing would be able to THUG at this.

Once again I am Joseph, the one relevant carpenter in history

God’s word, God’s sword, God’swill God will make you relevant wherever you find yourself today.

Listen to this, reason a bit

If LIFE ETERNAL could come in something as common as a manger, how ironically possible can God be in seemingly impossible situations?

God bless you.
#ucTRUTH
#AllHailTheKing

#AllHailTheKing (nqv)

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For the invention of phones,
Facebook whatsapp 2go,
For my cousins and Friends,
Okpa, yogurt and bread,
for plantain and for beans,
some don’t know what this means.
But am praising the Lord
who I couldn’t afford,
but I got him for free,
like a slap in a crowd,
and he teaches aloud,
when am quiet enough,
I am caught in his love,
like a flame in a stove.
All bow to him,
who makes wild flowers a team,
who with no greater speech
made a star and leech.
All hail the King,
don’t wait to sing,
make noise and dance,
this here’s a chance,
He’s Lord of the Rings,
Circles circling him,
All hail the king

Allhailtheking

WE ARE ONE

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Northern rim
Rasmussen slides about, skating through snow, thinking of soon coming stars
Tonight, above us all, they’ll bubble brightly, billions of ’em
He’ll dream of us, let his eyes widen in wonder of a mass unseen, scattered abroad
In the States, Shawn shaves grass off its parked blockade, frees wind-stuck track of trash
Tomorrow, he’ll pack a block-buster sermon in Church, deliver punches on Christ’s redeeming crunch moment
He’ll look around, see faces, and stay dead-in-stare, stirring slowly for a wider world
Walls can’t keep Khalid’s speedy stream of serene thought, transfixed as He is, reflecting
He’s in the mid-east, but peace, though scarce without, rests within
He’s already been let out, his mind criss-crossing sand dunes to fine sheep-grazed plains far off
He, together with us, feeds off freely given gift, gives up self-ensconced cockpitting
One thoughtful spark from his heart leaps up and away, beating sea spans to find another
Connecting to Bilkisu’s, grating chilli, warming up by fire in chilly condition
Before now, she’s been lone ranger in a universe of mediocre exuberance
This minute , she thinks this thing betwixt and about her bent pounding position, more
A presence warming up, spicing it all up, making sweet dish of a dire shift
As she suddenly joyfully bursts out in brand new songs, praising, somewhere in West Africa
An awakening, this army of faithful followers bear witness to, a telling no distance ever contains
Wang dials Ajeh; they are held in divinely designed triad, fired up beyond Mandarin and Hindi
Katerina cries “Christ is Risen”, as bells clang, clock strike time to converge
From Valparaiso, with love

So together, all of us see the stars above, are awed by life designed by Divine Mind
Signs seen through space, regardless of time zones
Night or day, our praises rise like resurgent waves, our unity a praise
Thousands of miles apart, closer than a linking of hands
We are a life, a voice, a flame to illuminate
Let us, in oneness shine as saints, to show the world
Let them know that Christ is greater than creed, greed, boundary stones or skin tones
Christ is for us, all; Christ makes us his, makes us one.

BURDEN

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How’s a life possibly turned inside out without touching it?
The feel tells us neurons are dying off, sense surfaces growing numb
There’s an exterior of sparrows cared for, plus plaques for fighting for top spot
Lots of them, lots of birds flying away
Dying embers, remember the ignition
The spark that started our living joyfully, dying selflessly
Today, its running really fast, the engine’s powering past the sixth mile mark
Change the stripes on that signpost, make it ‘feet’, fittingly, end-stone-post
truly, the birds are gone now, its just a silent owl howl, a ringing hark back

This morning, I saw my life again, in the mirror with black patched under-eyes
Old, renewed angst, plans slammed to pieces by own hands, lone stands
My failure, I wail, is me, me, yes me in the mirror, no other, infinite bother
Burden
I fall with abandon under its torture, it takes my mind, makes me bear it, do its bidding
Bow, cower, lose my sanity, my grip, even as my phalanges lock ever more tightly
I’m me, I’m fear-formed, fall-prone, done for
Dusk comes, sees me weeping under that neem tree, over meanly meted defeat
I fight to be me, so it means I’m still bound
Burden, oh burden, what burden drags my soul upon, yes, against thorns and thistles
To pierce and tear me apart, to leave me eternally distraught!

Finished, I leave my self for dead
Its the only way to be free from destructive weight
I resign to life, I put down the self centered sack slung across my back
A cross, not my type, but truly radical a cure
The price for freedom mine to take
To be in awe of, enthralled by, taken into, illuminated
Live out
The new burden, the one I now actively fall in love with.

COUCH POTATO

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Day after day, I sit on the couch. My favorite place, and start watching. Hour after hour, I flip from channel to channel, I scroll with a smug on my face, I compare lives situations, circumstances, beginnings and endings. Of good people, bad, successful and the not. Creme de la creme, less priviledged ‘so cool! Ugh! Not cool!’, I say. Not realising, obviously I’m the worst. Unwatched, unlaughed at, even unfrowned at. Depend on what I’m given; smiling when smiled at, smiling when frowned at. My world full of plastic smiles. My future a gaping void, created by negligence, widened by overindulgence, and finally established by being a vision watcher- a couch potato. Then when life’s light goes off, my only memories will be fragments, of other people’s achievements. Then! I blame the couch! The economy! Every other thing! ….. Oh no! Can’t be my fault! Holding the candle for others, not lighting mine. When I wake from my terrible slumber, there’s already enough light, for all and sundry. As you percieve, they don’t need me. Such are the proceeds I get from trading my visions For a Couch!

WHAT NEXT!!!???

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Do I begin with me or do I begin with God? I wonder.

Well I heard He was the architect of life no wonder the battle line was drawn from birth, because it seems like every free breath He gave was a sword fight for survival. Blood thirsty “me and others” doing all we can to win territories.

Let me show you how we fight in life for life, it’s like gasping for breath in breath; till we eventually go from life with breath, to no breath, to death and finally leave the earth just for foes to waltz through our boarders, or at best we ‘will’ it to some close others, would you really call this living? I mean look at him

He would work at being the best, no time for leisure, ‘forget that fellowship thing’ he’d say… ‘I came to school to learn, that’s the aim of this phase’, so now all those monotonous years amount to this,  WHAT NEXT? Why this rat race? Ok he would use this certificate, get a job I mean shooting at these grades must score a point!

Well at least he wasn’t like us who would bask in the arms of deception, speak the language of the brothel, drip the poison of narcotics, embracing and embraced by mass frolicking with filth and savouring the spoils of wasted years…Now there’s a next step to take, and it seems like doing this all over again is stupid…  WHAT NEXT? Why this rat race?

We have been going in circles so now we feel boxed in and have only earned the gloves to fight but since we don’t care about anyone, alas no opponents, we are left throwing punches at ourselves, getting high in moments like we are eagles on mountain tops just to fall back face-down to depression, is there no end?

Or shouldn’t there be like a peak to all these guilty pleasures? That height where we would get to and eventually burst into freedom?

I heard of a lady who was told that indeed there was an ultimate! ‘A place of rest’ they said… ‘a place of rest you say?!’ her eyes lit up with excitement. Get married, have kids, make sure He is rich! Then you’d have eternal life…. Don’t look at her that way, that’s how it sounded. So now she is home, three screaming kids, a dirty house and a dog, murder threats lurking in her heart, ready to kill those who gave her this false gospel; a story of total abundance and satisfaction once you choose to journey east to the plains of Jordan, only to become lots wife, joining a group of lost wives who just wanted to fill their slot so they cast their lots and escaped to marriage only to get caught in the acts. Now looking back in time it would show life had taken its toll on these pillars of salt and getting out would give you a divorce label by the same ones who preached this gospel to you, sharing what was on their minds and tagging you in comments like “over aged singles” which made you aim to please social networks of friends, now you see the set-up and realized Abraham’s choice of taking it slow at greener-pass-views was better so I ask WHAT NEXT?

this is WHAT’s NEXT

I heard an enthusiastic one say one time that life had been called into dry bones before, where though one could have so much or even have none that person would have enough.

Where deep voids were levelled with unimaginable peace. The fellow spoke of this Jesus. The one who would mend broken hearts and calm raging storms of suicidal thoughts for no just cause.

Oh wait,

 There is a cause, he said Christ did it because He is so in love with us.

Permit me to laugh, it made no sense… but then I encountered the words that broke my soul and conquered this stone now turned heart, how any man that believed was made new… and I became this one that speak to you with a clear view; now do I begin with me or do I begin with God?

I have done me for so long to realize there are no escape routes but one. The ONE WAY, ONE TRUTH and ONE LIFE that holds dearly those who would dare to believe that He has paid for all the mistakes they make trying to survive this rat race and give up their no life for His grace, His life of total peace.

I am not saying the storms would be over, but I firmly promise that you would never ship-wreck while riding with Him, because while your life loses breath and stops in death, His life ends in eternity, “whenever that is”

I know you have tried for so long but have never come to making a good decision, now you have that chance to do so.

So next time I draw a portrait of those to whom I ask ‘WHAT NEXT” you wouldn’t be found within the frames of my picture.

Choose Jesus, get a life now!!!

#RayTruth.

 

The Race

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There is a race
That is run across the face
Of the earth, everyday.
Racers line from a starting place called ‘Birthday’
They all have enough fuel for the first leg.
Their mission is to get a second full filling of fuel before the first leg is over.

…from the Heavenly Race.

There is no gunshot to signify the start of the race. And their volumes of fuel differ…some have enough fuel for 70years…some for 100, etc
The racers start out screeching and screaming at the sound from her face, some of you know her as Mommy, Mumsi, etc.
They all have forgotten their destination, so they shoot of in different directions, families, talents, dreams, etc.

…from the Heavenly race.

The tracks appear dangerous, there are traps and tricks, bites and licks, designed to distract racers from getting answers. Answers to the question of ‘How does a racer get their second full filling of fuel?’

…from the Heavenly race.

To get these answers, let’s turn from the racers… To God, The Lord, who so loved the world.
He knew the racers before desires and kindergarten, before exams and birthdays. He left them words, a map, so they could locate their second full filling of fuel.

…from the Heavenly Race.

There are books, books and more books written every other year telling racers how to be successful and updated winners of the first leg. And as more and more of these books are read, less and less racers even remember that they need a second full filling of fuel.

…from the Heavenly race.

Even worse are those
Whose prides rose
Because they found the map
They went and took a nap
They let other racers be their trap
Thinking, ‘Let them read me the map,
I like my things sharp sharp!’

…from the Heavenly race.

You are all racers, yes!
Temporary participants of the human race.
The bible is the map.
It comes in different designs, languages and translations…
All saying the same thing- Seek first the Kingdom of God and his righteousness, not yours. That’s how you get the second full filling of fuel.

…from the Heavenly race.

The Spirit of God is the second full filling of fuel every racer needs…not money or marriage.
In the second leg, with the Spirit, we do not run, we are seated in Christ, we have entered God’s rest. We have ceased from our struggle.

…from the Heavenly race.

There is a race
That is run across the face of the earth…
Racers sit in a starting place called ‘Christ’
They all have, we all have, unconditionally, just enough fuel for eternity.
Join us, God loves you too.
This was the Niel Quchi, reporting…

…from the Heavenly race.