​Everyday experiences may not be Everyday Jesus

You are owing God if you don’t pay tithes and there are dire consequences to be paid, the preacher man said. So the next week I calculated 10 percent of the amount I have made monthly since I started working and ran to the church to pay it. I was indignantly moved by how I thought I had annoyed God. I couldn’t have that. It was a pretty big chunk of money to me. The next month I got a call that was a game changer. As a result of the call, I started getting paid without working. I had stopped work to go back to school. I was paid for the previous months that was skipped and the money never stopped coming. Yes! Imagine that! 

That must have been as a result of my tithing right? 

So I went to church and testified and brethren were so moved i’m sure they started tithing too for returns. I would use that experience to preach at all times to show people how real God is. It was working for me. I got a study scholarship. God’s faithfulness was lit! But something happened along the line. I stopped tithing at a particular time.
I stopped because I wanted to see if God was in the business of trade by barter. Was I supposed to give the church money to avert mourning? Was it an eye for an eye? The rain didn’t cease for me, a reaper while it fell for sowers. Even Jack the ripper had the blessing of both sunshine and rain.
I can’t be dictated to, how much to give monthly or annually and to whom, because i’m no longer under siege. After the ‘undertaker’ took the power of the law of sin and death and buried it under the law of the spirit of life I waltz through life without misunderstanding my stand in the kingdom of God. Turned out my blessings weren’t as a result of my tithing.
But I started experiencing breakthroughs immediately after I started tithing! True. However, my experiences doesn’t define how God works nor who he is. Old covenants doesn’t apply to believers. It’s like carrying a yoke someone already told you not to worry about. 
That I met a man that married me after nights of vigils, when I stopped wearing jewelries and started tying my ears alongside with my hair doesn’t mean God prefers nuns to other ladies that do not conform. No! Don’t confine God’s personality in that manner.
God’s person is only revealed in the scripture. A doctrine can only be established through the word of God. Halt those teachings relating to what you call your walk with christ if it doesn’t conform to the liberty we have in christ Jesus. 

  • ChyD

​Symphony of Experimentalists

We all wish to be called Alice
And fly into a land of true dreams.

We all feel like connecting to beyond

The lines our horizon speaks of

Against the never ceasing ideas

That life is as good as music.


We could walk along the varying tempos of this music

And wander in dreamland like Alice

Whose wonder ignites ideas

That drums our dreams

And strings we strum; talk of

In our heart and breathe beyond


We join ideas of here and beyond

Like the different parts of music

Which spots our heart as we hear of 

The wonders that she, Alice

Lived in her very dreams;

A beautiful, welcoming ideas.


We sometimes swim in ideas

In symphonies without knowing beyond

The powers of our dreams

Which sounds sweeter than good music;

Wishing we could hold the hands of Alice,

The magical being we know of


And maybe whisper to her of

Happiness which is no more just ideas

That we float in at the mention of Alice

The one whose life was beyond

The grasp of music

We can only listen to in dreams


Yet, we still believe these dreams

Our hearts yearn for and beat of

Like the constant strumming of music

As a once sickly but made whole idea

Beyond

The stories we hear of Alice.


We remain envoys of good music

Just in style of a wonder; Alice

Who will always give life to our ideas.

SKYSCRAPER

Skyscraper

Rising high, piercing sky, stirring heaven

Babel-like

Steely front, concrete dare, defiant haven

Braggart-like

Swagger

 

Chest-thumping, nose-thumbing, feet stamping

Me-way

Upward aiming, self driven, bond rending

Lone way

Severed linkage, anchor lacking, dead, plunging

Skyscraper

Nothing and Everything

The world is enraptured by an eery turbulence.

The kind that makes me want to step out of my skin and watch my flesh, blood and bones wriggle on the floor, half dead. She rides me like a wild horse and I am more than receiving of her deathly blows.She hates me, because You Love Me.

 

You, The Universe of the Universe. I am willing to die a thousand times to get away from her, she knows this, she is furious, because there has been no guilt in years, only this freedom that comes from swift forgetfulness. This silence that comes from immense helplessness.

 

But often now I ask, What must I do to be saved daily? Nothing He says, “Nothing and everything”, He smiles at me His smile is fire, I melt.  The place of surrender I do not quickly recognize till I have rebelled.

 

What would it take for you to open my eyes and keep them there? “Nothing and everything, sweetheart just STAY”… Let me never leave this place of sanity I beg. This battle its for True Life, I’m unashamed.

For me to rise again and again, the ultimate plan, the reason you came.

” just part of it my Bride, for this cause and much more I came, my honor on the line, an eternal law I had to obey, That being connected to you only in death could I LIVE and now you must do the same”…

Cold Love brought shivers down my spine, like breath forming misty smoke In the Presence of His divine…

” You staked it all when you chose to redeem, it was Life or death, you chose to Live”

Life has never been easier ever since, knowing fully well that the life I live now is His..

I saw in His eyes the Love of Loves, a burning wrath completely satisfied.

 

“Don’t you get it My Bride, I’ve seen it all, I know how it ends, before you had the choice, I chose to Live… I’d never leave my own, my depth in you calls me deeper, an eternal bond, a pull I can’t refuse, wait for me, I come quickly, I desire to be united with me, more than you think, Wait For Me…”

 

  • Osione Abokhai

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