FOOTPRINTS

Dear reader, hold my hand
As we take a walk through time
Time immemorial, ages immortal
Up till today, ending in tomorrow.
Starting form the stone age, through the prehistoric period
Jumping to the Renaissance, colonisations,
Zooming off to the apartheid
–have you been observing?
What do you see?
Well, I’ll tell you my observations,
I’ve seen birth, growth, happiness, laughter
Sadness, disgrace, shame, pain, mourning,
Success, achievement, death.
From age to age, millennium to millennium
The same cycle goes on, birth to death.
Hmm— pretty drab, isn’t it?
Come closer, observe, it always ends with death
But there’s something else….. Footprints
Footprints in the sands of time
Made and stamped, by humans, not aliens
Boy, do they look pretty!
Know this- footprints in the sands of time
Are not made sitting down
If you want to be recognised, remembered,
You must learn to do this simple things
Do what you love, and love what you do
That does the trick.
Yeah, with God on your side too,
Else you’ll just become another boring story.
Strive, reader, strive to leave your stamp
And dear, make it indelible.
Emm okay, less talk, Godspeed.

The Mute Cry

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I’ve been wronged. Why should I not be bitter?

Treated unfairly, as though I don’t deserve better.

Suffering consequences for choices I never made.

I’m strange not special, odd not unique, tossed apart not set apart.

Bitterness I drink, bitterness I sip.

I sleep with my oddness, wake with my strangeness and live with my bitterness.

I chose not this burden, it chose me and like a jealous wife follows me everywhere, weighing me down-spirit choking, soul gasping, body crumbling, all under this bitter weight.

How dare you demand I be bitter no more?

Roll away this load and with a light heart I’ll smile.

They point at me – jesting me, poking me, mocking me.

Bitterness, bitterness, bitterness all around and around all.

I sat there sinking in the mud hole of my anger, suffocating from my own rage, angry with life, tired of men, hidden from God.

I stood at the door beckoning the grim reaper ‘please pay me a visit’ and with open hands I would welcome him. Better dead than bitter, better entombed than enraged, life is overrated.

A knock! At last the grim reaper was here, I fumbled over myself in excitement to welcome my own death. I opened the door and He walked in instead, brighter than life and bigger than all, too magnificent to be grim, too loving to be reaper. I skidded with all my might heading the opposite direction, lest my darkness spewing heart stain even the edge of his light crusted garments. But His arms longer than the great wall and quicker than Bolt went round me and like the clenched jaws of Sabre tooth, drew me in to himself. I shuddered to look sure I would stain even the stainless and spread my cancer of bitterness on another.

He was gone, I opened my eyes to see that his glow had driven my groans and his light had shone upon my life, driving eternally away my darkness and stains. It was all gone and my heart was beating ‘free’ ‘dom’, ‘free’ ‘dom’, ‘free’ ‘dom’. I sought for my pain only to find His pleasures, I opened the wardrobe of my bitterness only to find garments of praise, my account of shame empty and my store of Joy overflowing.

Where is my knight in shining Armour? My hero who saved me from myself? I looked around to no avail, only to hear His voice from within my very heart crying ‘over here’.

This myriad of happenings all in a split second as I answered the altar call on this Sunday morning, never uttering a word, with folks I never knew but who now felt closer than kin. Kneeling on the altar, live tears streaming from my eyes, once bitter, once angry, now saved, now changed, all because His ears hear even the mute cries of a bitter heart.

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#EVERYDAYJESUS’ mutants express!

Gene expression is simply fruit bearing

Man is a spirit with a soul that lives in a body. The mutation (rebirth) of the spirit produces a perfect spirit. We receive the truths about the Word in our spirits. Our spirits live forever and is perfect because of the Gene of God- the Holy Spirit.

Our soul houses the mind, the will, and the emotions. Our minds sum up our psychological make-ups which is directly affected by our environment. The mind receives impulse from the environment by the means of the physical senses (things we see, heard over time, and probably felt).our mind (i.e. the way we see, react to things, our experiences) determine how the Father’s Gene is expressed in us.

The Mutation did not erase the spirit (entire DNA) of the mutant, which was why Paul wrote to mutants in Galatia this way:

Galatians 5:16-18: My counsel is this: live freely, animated and motivated by God’s Spirit. Then you won’t feed the compulsions of selfishness. For there is a root of sinful self-interest in us that is at odds with a free spirit, just as the free spirit is incompatible with selfishness. These two ways of life are antithetical, so that you cannot live at times one way and at times another way according to how you feel on any given day. Why don’t you choose to be led by the Spirit and so escape the erratic compulsions of a law-dominated existence? (MSG)

The mutant still has his soul i.e. his mind, will, and emotions intact. Those, especially the mind constitute what you may choose to refer to as flesh in man. However the soul of this mutant enables him to express the Ultimate Gene. (Let’s hold it here)

Bearing fruit is by faith. We don’t have faith because we have the Ultimate gene, rather we have the Ultimate Gene because we have faith. In the same way, we express the Ultimate Gene by faith- little wonder why faith is not a component of the fruit of the Spirit or let’s say the expressions of the Spirit.

We continue to renew the mind till we consummate with Lord because before and after mutation, our mind picks up things that makes it not to have the faith required for by Spirit (the Ultimate Gene). We must always remember that the mind is the part of us that relates directly with the physical or sense realm just as the rest of the spirit has direct access to the Mind of God (that is by the way). We therefore renew our minds by the written Word of God, so that by looking at the Word (which the Bible calls mirror,) our minds constantly sees the lion that the mutant spirit is instead of the kitten that the mind has been subjected to become as a result of environmental conditionings. Remember that in natural terms, environmental conditionings such as food quality, generally affect the natural gene expression.

If faith comes from hearing, hearing of the Word of God, then we have need to renew our little minds so that that the faith needed to lay hold of the big people we are can come. In other words, we have to renew the mind so that the faith needed to express the Spirit Gene will come.

I will explain something here (scripturally) how expression is by faith.

John 15: 5-6 “I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. If anyone does not remain in me, he like a branch that is thrown away withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned” NIV

So how do I remain in the vine so that I can bear fruit, and what is that fruit?

Let’s start with what the fruit is. “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control”- Galatians 5:22-23b. Note that faith is not part of the list of the component of that fruit. (Please do not, or let anyone ‘con’ you into believing that your fruit is/ are the souls you have won for the lord- you can search your Bible to be sure of that)

So how do I remain in the vine (Jesus) so that I can bear the fruit, since fruit bearing is a function of remaining?

Romans 11: 16-21 “if the part of the dough offered as first fruit is holy, then the whole batch is holy, if the root is holy, so are the branches( Paul was telling the Christians in Rome about Israel, you may read up the preliminary chapters/or verses for yourself)… if some of the branches have been broken off and you, though a wild olive shoot have been grafted in among others, and now share in the nourishing sap from the roots, do not boast over those branches……. But they were broken off because of unbelief and you stand by faith. Do not be arrogant because if God did not spare the natural branches (Israel because of unbelief), He will not spare you either (mutants in Rome).

Now by the true witnesses of John 15, Galatians 5, and Romans 11, we may establish that fruit bearing or gene expression is by faith.

Now why Gene expression?

The loving God relates to the non-mutated world through His mutants- His salts, and lights around. This is the mutant invasion!

Back to John 15 “this is my father’s glory (the father now the mutant daddy) that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.”- John 15:8. In other words, “this is to our father’s glory that you mutants bear much fruit (express the Gene) showing the non-mutated that you are my mutants. (My version so unauthorized)

Now also back to human genetic engineering, the reason for every genetic manipulation is simply for industrial (mass) purpose. E.coli (bacteria mutant) expresses insulin so that diabetic people can use it chemotherapeutically.

“You are the salt of the EARTH. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men. You are the light of the WORLD. A city on a hill cannot be hidden, neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead, they put it on its stand, and it gives light to EVERYONE in the house. In the same way, let your light so shine before MEN, that THEY may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven. – Matthew 5:13-16 (NIV). This was Jesus talking to mutants in the making.

Furthermore, creation the Bible says, waits in expectation for the manifestation of the sons of God. That is to say that the world is waiting for mutants to express the Spirit Gene.

But why?

So that they can survive. So that the food does not putrefy or so that the food can have some taste. So that there will be light in the room. The world is blind from thick darkness. The world is really a dark place and the non-mutated cannot see but mutants operate from the Kingdom of Light, our Goshen, our Canaan, and Eden on earth. And guess what, it is a faith thing to operate from this Kingdom!

QUICK QUOTEs

Jealousy makes you think less of yourself and more of the other.
Joseph’s brothers envied his dream but forgot they were STARS in the vision.
If someone is rising fast and you come unto him. You are a KING! Don’t get Jealous.
The word says Kings shall come to the brightness of your rising.

-Chen Wang Emmanuel

#EVERYDAYJESUS is our answer(Symolean)

Revelation 22: 9
Maybe I am wrong, but you have to help me clear this from the shelves of my heart. It has stood in the corner of my heart’s library like a rock ledge, happily taking the space I’d use for important stuff. I tried to move it but it was more than a road block; it never permitted my forward movement and I don’t want to keep going back. So, I am fixed on this spot waiting for a superman that would take it away. I can’t describe what this bag of confusion that has decided to keep me perpetually at the state of pulling and pushing without ever recording any progress is. I went outside the house only to be greeted by men as feeble as I. I called them in their numbers to help me but their strength failed us to move this small looking mass that seemed glued to the spot. We consulted big libraries; Library of Congress was our first port of call but none of the books or images we saw was close to what I have in my reading room. I travelled back time to the time of Eden only to be looked at by Adam as a fool that has got nothing realistic to say. My heart was beginning to skip beats. I wondered if what I had with me was nothing other than an instrument of destruction – I mean God’s instrument of destruction.

Maybe my record of sins in heaven has stretched longer than River Nile? May be the accusations leveled against Job was the truth in my own case? Maybe I have left the faith like Samson and the Philistines have made away with my eyes leading to my inability to even identify what I have in my reading room? But it was not only me your brother that thought the stuff in my room was a complex structure. Great professors and librarians confirmed my observation and were as confused as I was.
So, when I got tired of seeking answers to this alien occurrence, I resolved to live with the unanswered question. I decided to sacrifice that spot in my reading room that I had planned to devote to my new reading gadget to this trouble I can’t be set free from because there was no truth to set me free. That was when he entered.

He was to me as beautiful as Narssisus, face perfectly line as though it was chiseled from precious stone. He was nothing less than the description of Narsisus as Greek mythology told me, but, he was more than handsome. No human beauty could match him; he was more handsome than Narsisus and still he was not a snub figure. He was not consumed with his own cares. He knocked on my door and quietly allowed me to interrogate him like a robber yet his temper remained calm. So when I was convince to a point that he was not one of the roaring lions seeking whom to devour, I allowed him into my heart. He became, ( with confidence), to tell me the about the thing inside my room in detail without missing any part of the description. I was not intimidated by his knowledge, after all, a lot of people have paid homage to the tourist site I now have as my reading spot. Probably, he had done enough research and is now here to extort money from me. I didn’t allow him to finish his unsolicited sermon before I told him I knew where he was going to land. He looked at me and I was sure he was not lying or he have grown too big in the art of lying that he could lie and it would look like the truth. I said volumes of unkind words to him thinking that it would make him to give up the game and allow me to rest in peace – I mean in pieces with the trouble in my reading room.
So, after the whole accusations, he turned and continued his teaching. He told me how to take away the burden in my reading room as though it was just a feather. I had no other option but to try and there it worked perfectly. His theory had no limitation. I could not face him. I remembered my journey through despair in the bid to get this same thing off my room. He was glad that I accepted his help but I could not face him. So, I turned my face to the ground and fell flat on my face, my tears were doing the majority of the talking. He lifted my head and told me that he did it in behalf of me (not on behalf of me), because I am his brother. In tried to doubt him. He  knew my heart more than I could imagine. He confirmed his assertion by pointing me to the scripture and then he left me with one instruction: never to hide the secret from my other brothers. Yes, I was faithful to that course but today, I see my younger brothers who knew not where it all started seeking to be praise for sharing the insight he made available to us and when they want to feel too important, they hide it from others. This has kept my heart bleeding for years. This is what I have against the Church today.