Jesus said, “Don’t bicker among yourselves over me. You’re not in charge here. The Father who sent me is in charge. He draws people to me—that’s the only way you’ll ever come. Only then do I do my work, putting people together, setting them on their feet, ready for the End. This is what the prophets meant when they wrote, ‘And then they will all be personally taught by God.’ (HEBREWS 8)

Anyone who has spent any time at all listening to the Father, really listening and therefore learning, comes to me to be taught personally—to see it with his own eyes, hear it with his own ears, from me, since I have it firsthand from the Father. No one has seen the Father except the One who has his Being alongside the Father—and you can see me.

“I’m telling you the most solemn and sober truth now: Whoever believes in me has real life, eternal life. I am the Bread of Life. Your ancestors ate the manna bread in the desert and died. But now here is Bread that truly comes down out of heaven. Anyone eating this Bread will not die, ever. I am the Bread—living Bread!—who came down out of heaven. Anyone who eats this Bread will live—and forever! The Bread that I present to the world so that it can eat and live is myself, this flesh-and-blood self.”

John 6

Mutation is simply any change or alteration in the DNA sequence of any living thing. Each DNA strand of any living thing is made up of genes that code for special characteristics in individuals.

The expression of this genes come in the form of proteins (polypeptides). Pour exemplum, I have characteristic brown eyes because I have a gene in my DNA that codes for the protein responsible for expressing itself as the brown eyes you can see.

Hence gene expression follows a central dogma that DNA makes mRNA which in turn makes protein (please leave out the concept of mRNA, I don’t want you confused). This basic principle is what we call the Central Dogma of molecular biology, which we employ and apply in Genetic Engineering.( This is a core field of Microbiology, so chill and trust me to walk you through a process of understanding a supernatural truth using natural principles- that is my area of discipline okay?)

Back to where we started from:

Mutation is any change or alteration in the DNA sequence of any living thing. Nevertheless, natural things are not very strong to explain supernatural things because our knowledge is always not complete, we know in part.

In genetic engineering, we have an area called Recombinant DNA technology (chill it is as simple as yawning okay?). Recombinant DNA technology involves splicing (cutting) and sticking a gene (segment of a DNA strand) into another totally different DNA strand. This is done so that the new DNA strand containing the foreign but desired gene would begin to express itself as a form of protein responsible for something like hazelnut colored hair, tallness, shortness, a shade of skin fairness etc. in technical terms (please chill), the most common example is the production of insulin by the bacteria Escherichia coli. Insulin is a hormone (protein) produced by humans but this DNA technology enables the genetic engineer to cut out (splice) the gene responsible for the hormone (protein), and stick it into the DNA of the E.coli. The essence of involving the bacteria in the whole engineering process is because E.coli can really produce (express the gene) in a large quantity so that they can be sold to those who need it but are insulin deficient. In this example the E. coli is the mutant and not the sick people.

Now let’s fix this whole jargon into something meaningful.

The Father wanted genetic expression (fruit bearing) that belonged to His nature, so He put His Gene (His Spirit) into our DNA (our human spirits) so that we may become His mutants, SOMETHING NEW (as mutant Niel would say). We are mutants by faith in His son. He carried out this DNA technology so that mutants can express His Gene naturally. I call it the mutant expression of the Spirit, the Gene of the Most High.

You can therefore now say that the fruit (expression) of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control….Galatians 5: 22

This expression or fruit is what you may call the protein coded for, by the Gene of God, i.e. the Spirit of God in the mutated human spirit.

Mutants got mutated by just believing and receiving the finished work. The ultimate idea behind this ultimate mutation story or the ultimate genetic engineering is because God wanted to create people (mutants) who would just be Jesus. He wanted to do a form of cloning.

“For those God foreknew He also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many bothers”- Romans 8: 29(NIV)

Mutants are God’s dream come true- having family members with the family Gene. Mutant Paul also went further to tell the mutants in Ephesus in Ephesian 4: 24 that they were created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness. Jesus was the picture behind the mutation story. He is the first born among many mutants. Mutants are Gods and men all in one- this is a miracle!

Mutants are perfect Jesus clones expressing the Gene in many and diverse dimensions of the Spirit. Glory! Mutants belong to a family where Jesus is the first born, and we have the same daddy as Jesus. We are just as Jesus is. Mutants are the members of God’s family because He that makes holy and they that are made holy are of the same family. Mutants cannot sin because the gene that codes for sin has been removed and replaced with the Spirit Gene. Hebrew 8: 10-12

By the way, the Gene makes holy. Mutants are holy. Mutants are righteous, mutants dominate, mutants manifest. The ultimate mutation by the ultimate genetic engineer is the ultimate miracle! This is the ultimate mutation story.

 

 

 

Romans 12:6
As a young boy with this terribly awful voice that could scare life out of any living soul, I always felt that God was never interested in me so he would never be pleased with my songs of praise. I did think ‘it all ends’ on the stage where the lead chorister lifts up her hands into the empty space above her head and starts to pass this chill that made us shiver under the influence of her angelic voice. I tried to pitch like them and ended up creating chaos in the paradise of holy saints who were eagerly waiting to be led into ‘the throne room.’

I tried to train my voice but the more I tried to convert the noise I made to melody, the more distinct it became that I am the master of cacophony.

I looked at those dancing – I mean those involved in pantomime and all hope was lost. I was a definition of rigidity, so…no need trying to twist my body like these rubber-cops of praise. People were always glorifying the father for their sake and when they turn to find me seated quietly in a corner mourning my uselessness, they made my predicament worse by giving the look called, “your mates are making heaven proud and all you do is seat like an effigy and watch. Shame on you!”

I felt lonely even when the religious crowd were all around me. I wondered why God would create me and earmark me as the only creation that would never bring him praise, better said, “Glory”.

I wished…that I was Don Moen and that my voice was as melodious as that of Cece Winans’. I looked to see the choir growing in number, many that were as untalented as I was in singing braces up to the challenge of hitting the drums as their solace yet I was still tying up the lace of my shoe, thinking hard on what next I’d do. Of course music was never my thing so I tried out the bible club only to succeed in reciting Genesis 1:1-5, and that was the end of my bible story movie directed by the bible club.

I became the living dead, the definition of a useless vessel. The phantom story you wished you never heard – that was me. I was nowhere close to being in the clan of this holy saints who told me that all the activity groups that heaven would ever have is Gospel Singers International and APC (Adonai Praise Choir) and the only rendition allowed would be Choir Ministration. I had to make my conclusion, “heaven would certainly be a boring place” so no need striving to enter through the narrow gate. I wondered what Milton, my good friend, would be doing in heaven when all he ever did was expose the scripture in poems. Though Paul sang with Silas but he was more like Apollos, so tell me how he’d enjoy heaven with David the Psalmist. Heaven became a lost cause, God can take all their praises for all I care, and he can keep his heaven too. In short, He is a joke to think he’d play with my emotions so expertly.
But then this love song was heard, it was his heart song. He loved me so he gave his only begotten son. He’s never interested in my striving to have an angelic voice; he is only interested that no distance becomes a barrier to my voice. So, here I stand doing his will; not in songs but in writing.

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