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.      

The Message is as true among you today as when you first heard it. It doesn’t diminish or weaken over time. It’s the same all over the world. The Message bears fruit and gets larger and stronger, just as it has in you. From the very first day you heard and recognized the truth of what God is doing, you’ve been hungry for more.

Be assured that from the first day we heard of you, we haven’t stopped praying for you, asking God to give you wise minds and spirits attuned to his will, and so acquire a thorough understanding of the ways in which God works. We pray that you’ll live well for the Master, making him proud of you as you work hard in his orchard. As you learn more and more how God works, you will learn how to do your work. We pray that you’ll have the strength to stick it out over the long haul—not the grim strength of gritting your teeth but the glory-strength God gives. It is strength that endures the unendurable and spills over into joy, thanking the Father who makes us strong enough to take part in everything bright and beautiful that he has for us.

God rescued us from dead-end alleys and dark dungeons. He’s set us up in the kingdom of the Son he loves so much, the Son who got us out of the pit we were in, got rid of the sins we were doomed to keep repeating.

We look at this Son and see the God who cannot be seen. We look at this Son and see God’s original purpose in everything created. For everything, absolutely everything, above and below, visible and invisible, rank after rank after rank of angels—everything got started in him and finds its purpose in him. He was there before any of it came into existence and holds it all together right up to this moment. And when it comes to the church, he organizes and holds it together, like a head does a body.

He was supreme in the beginning and—leading the resurrection parade—he is supreme in the end. From beginning to end he’s there, towering far above everything, everyone. So spacious is he, so roomy, that everything of God finds its proper place in him without crowding. Not only that, but all the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe—people and things, animals and atoms—get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies, all because of his death, his blood that poured down from the cross.

You yourselves are a case study of what he does. At one time you all had your backs turned to God, thinking rebellious thoughts of him, giving him trouble every chance you got. But now, by giving himself completely at the Cross, actually dying for you, Christ brought you over to God’s side and put your lives together, whole and holy in his presence. You don’t walk away from a gift like that! You stay grounded and steady in that bond of trust, constantly tuned in to the Message, careful not to be distracted or diverted. There is no other Message—just this one. Every creature under heaven gets this same Message.