Happy October!

It is with great joy, I welcome you all to the month of October. All this while it’s been God and Him alone doing what only He can do. It’s a new month and one that holds some sentimental value to me.

On the 2nd of October, 2015 we marked the 3rd year in which the Christapoet blog has been up and running. It’s more than a testimony  for me and everyone of us(members and well wishers alike). It’s really been the Lord at work.

However, the Lord dropped a word in my spirit for us all in this new month and I hope you key into it and may the Holy Spirit give you understanding as God brings into reality His word in you.

God says this month shall be to you one of THE EXPERIENCE.

I know it as sure as anything, that God is set to do something significant in your life and ministry this month. Put your seat belts on with sweet Holy Spirit on the wheels and have a nice trip.
More grace

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Grace

This Birthday

This was the birthday of those days ours pens peaked
Peeked at the futures we passed off as presents
Present to prove, Our Father he touches
Touches of light burst through us like we’re torches
Torches free styling our words to be bombs
Bums don’t exist here, We all are saints here
Hereby proclaiming we’re grateful for three years
Three ‘yeahs’ for God’s will, this is a punchline
Punchlines aren’t all that when His words don’t punch lines
Lines drawn to separate the sheep from the goaties
Goaties are hoping we don’t see no barbers
Barb as in sharp as the word that we need
Needs that are met when we fill up on God’s word
God’s word the ink, by which our pens speak,
speak of his mercy, peak on this birthday.

Niel…

AN EXHORTATION (Enonche Kennedy)

Many christians don’t have a faith of their own. They do things because that’s how it’s done in their church or because their pastor said so and this is their basis for judging what is right or wrong. So to them whatever is different from doctrine as they know it in their church is wrong. If you don’t have a reason why you do something then the truth is you are just following people. I heard this from pastor Chris Segun Onayinka: “If you have not found something you can die for then you have not really started living.” He said ” find a cause worth dying for and live for it”.
    You can never be a true follower if you are not convinced of the leader’s vision and cause. In christianity there is one leader called Lord. Bible calls him the head i.e source.Eph 1:22. We are his body i.e his people, his church, greek- ecclesia- called out ones. This is what he talked about in Matt 16:18. His church, his doctrine. When it comes to his doctrines, it never changes, no review. See Heb 13:8-10
Hebrews  13:8 “Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever. ” 13:9 “Be not carried about with divers and strange doctrines. For it is a good thing that the heart be established with grace; not with meats, which have not profited them that have been occupied therein.”
   “Be not carried about” means don’t be easily swayed, infact, don’t be swayed at all. What is “divers and strange doctrines”? It is anything that is different from grace. It is a good thing that the heart be established on grace. Grace is the doctrine. Don’t expect it to change because Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever- he never changes.
    That is why we teach grace and nothing else. “It is a good thing for the heart to be established…” A good understanding of grace will give you a strong, effective Christianity.
      You should be grounded in issues of doctrines. You should be able to answer certain pertinent questions. Examples of such questions will be;
— Can a christian be saved without being baptized in water?
— Did Jesus leave a commandment to eat the communion?
— Is a christian supposed to pay tithe?
— Is the tithe payer allowed to eat the tithe for any reason?
   You’ll do yourself some good to start studying God’s word and becoming established  on grace so that you stop getting carried about with diverse and strange doctrine. So that you stop being a child. A baby christian is one who is not sure of what he/she believes. Ephesians  4:14 “That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive;”
Let us go on to perfection(maturity) Heb 6:1. Let’s not remain babes. Hebrews 5:
5:12 “For when for the time ye ought to be teachers, ye have need that one teach you again which be the first principles of the oracles of God; and are become such as have need of milk, and not of strong meat.”
5:13 “For every one that useth milk is unskilful in the word of righteousness: for he is a babe.” 
5:14 “But strong meat belongeth to them that are of full age, even those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil.”
    Have a fruitful day. Of a truth Jesus is Lord! We win!

ANNIVERSARY

It always starts up as just a dream, most times it would be fought by every aspect of “why we cannot do it”

Our fears, our inadequacies, our time would wear gloves and enter the same ring with our dreams.

What keeps us going is not our strength, it is the dream giver Himself.

I want to thank God Almighty for giving this dream, and keeping it too.

I want to thank Him for the lives of those that have been blessed on this platform, and for the men and women who He has used to keep the dream alive.

Today, the 2nd of October, 2015
The Christ-A-Poet blog is officially 3Years old.

We return ALL the glory to Him whom it is it truly due.

As we all enter another year in this place, I pray greater works than there has been for each of our lives, and of course, greater depth and freedom in the Love and knowledge of Christ.

I am glad to have you ALL
God bless you.

#Ezeonyeka Godswill
*chief Editor CAP.

CREATION AND GRAFFITI

Red flames fanned by black youth swooped upon by cops
Swarm of stinging bees, frenzied fleet footed folks fleeing yellow striped devils
Brown bellicose locusts lashing land fertile, riding it of greenery, lush and lustre
Thieves break in, steal, bully, beat black and blue
Royalty purpled, plundering grey glum peasants, paupered people
White supremacists strangle flowing human sympathy, stifle togetherness
Molten magma reddens and blackens to soot and shreds and ash
Multicoloured world torn to pieces by earthquakes of no rhyme, unrhythmic bells, disputes
Disagreement, nonalignment, misconstrued symbols, dim colours, yes, pale light
Eyes misty, barely seeing, poorly conceiving
Deceived

Like patterns unraveling, the web of existence has come upon tanglement
The intricate, the delicate, delightful dance in unison, now  nonsensical cacophony
Once creation, now graffiti, confetti declaiming splattered paint, wreck
Failed state
Until the Artist decided to redo the work

Today, its still stripes of unmatched hues, woeful shades
But the sun strides stately through the sky
Leaping into place, diving at pace, dividing days
There’s the uniting beyond races, as racing for the eternity beyond takes center stage
Raised stakes have raised hopes of life, of a portrait full of boom and bloom
Redrawing, reuniting, redefining, making harmonic
No longer macho men, blue boys, dominating pinkish girly frail and fragile
Sinking these caricatures, sucking them down the drain
No longer race riots, logo disputes, whitewashed walls and public slates for rebel artists
Its the masterstroke from sweeping swab and dabble, dimples and dots, reconnected points
Laid down guns and grumpy gloominess
Lively bright colours, life inspired, remade, done again, gone no more
The night will again sparkle with a million stars across space above
We will see it all and remember our togetherness
We will see this and remember the world our God made
The coming age, creation restored, made beautiful in His eyes.

Wrench

Godzniel's avatar2nd Daniel

I want to speak with the medium of my pain.
The same heart God made me smile with.
The same arms that pressed into me
With love
With hope
With trust.

I feel like a killer
A murderer who has destroyed another life
Just by smothering it
With poison
With guilt
With trust.

It didn’t take long. Pain has written again
A powerful orchestra, exploding from my chest
Silently pulsing, throbbing
With nostalgia
With disappointment
With resilience.

I look to my Father, He’s the best
At comforting me, reminding me who I am
What this world is, a game;
Of worship
Of ends
Of resilience.

I have but these words, my expression
Of the tiny storm that churns within me
I understand heartbreak, and guilt.
I will thicken just a bit more
Just to bear this weight,
As I endeavor to rest on my Father,
With trust;
As I endeavor…

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