Folding Tables

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Have you ever been in New York City and seen one of those tables filled with fake Gucci and Armada? They look and feel the same as the real thing.  What percentage of that purse is different than the real thing?  What percentage of that purse had to be made to look real, in order to trick the buyer?

God tells us “no man can judge”.  We generally use that scripture selfishly in order to rebuke people for telling us when we do wrong.  When God says something he means it for exactly what it is. ” No man can judge”.  There is a period there.  It doesn’t say “no man can judge evil”.  It says “no man can judge”.  He means good or evil.  Man cannot judge one or the other, good or evil.  Only God has the ability to see if a mans seemingly good actions are truly selfless.

For example.  I could look to a whole town like I am doing a christian thing by carrying groceries across the street for a person in need.  What they may not know is that I noticed that there is a known wealthy business man watching me and I am trying to impress him in order to get a loan for a business that I will end up using as a means to selfishly gain prominence, wealth, respect, and general lofty looks from those around me.  Ultimately that business is satan’s tool to keep me from tarrying in the mind of Christ.

So when you see a fake Gucci purse do you know whether it cost $30 dollars or $3,500?  Are you willing to allow Christ 1 hour everyday where you can devote yourself to connect with him in personal study time.?  In personal prayer time?  God is sensitive to love and if you do rightly in his eyes your work will not be in vain.

Lord

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The Lord whose hand stays the waters
The Lord that blossomed life with His word
His command moves the air where He wills
The land is solid because He told it to be

Life sustains because of His mind
His love we need yet run we try
His promises are signed with colors in the sky
The waves of the sea? don’t move freely

The sand of the shore
The animals that fly
The relationship between Him you and I
Its all a part of His mind

Lord we submit and we are afraid
Hard times will come
But the road You lead us down
Ends at home
At rest in Your Son
Until the day He returns

We want to love you
Show us we don’t so that we can
Jesus please hold my heart, mind, and hand

SEEK YOU THE WORLD OVER

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The lines and links on your faces’ journey mean something to me
The route, the paths that cut through from lashes to chin
The highs of smiles upon cheek, the joys borne by smiling through lip rims
The lows of hanging heads, of jaws let down like your battered spirit
Your life is a treasure throve, a beautiful grove, a barely explored road
Not looked up, not viewed, not let to minister, to point the way ahead
But I look at you, feeling empty and without worth
The world is the little that I could give to let you be near me
Move oceans and reconstruct landscapes to make you see
Part clouds and drive back storms to unveil the truth
Fix the spot you stand upon, make the world’s sounds seem gibberish
Let your choices be, but make them be to you, what they truly are
My perception becoming yours
Opening up your eyes

I can only love you enough to make you see what blustering calm I bring
If only your hunt for comfort be laid aside this once, thenceforth
Give me your weary heart, your tearful face, your destroyed dreams
I gave you my life
What else couldn’t I give to see you truly joyful
All your world’s pleasures could sink in seas, could be gutted by flames, could rot and rust
Your very flesh could decay six feet deep days now or decades later
But your life is worth enough to me
Enough to seek you the world over
Till I find the way to your heart, and sweep your feet to commit to me
I will raise you up and above the world’s nothingness
You’ll find that you were made to last forever
In me.

DONT FORGET THE TIMES

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After dark, you’ll see the varnished feather flutter timidly
The tone of our voices will be hush and snore
The candle light will be a dancing damsel dilly-dallying in last rite
Final performance before silent passing out
Life snuffed out, forgotten, just old, just picture-in-mind
Grinding to pieces the snappy progression of infinity
Grand purpose apparently contradicted, crossed, disrupted
So our eyes see these occurrences
Old, unconnected, in disarray
In regular attitude, we conclude that we find no pattern
We find no meaning

But don’t forget the times we forayed in joyful dance
When we boldly dared the dizzying heights
When we stuttered upon broken gravel straits, not even cringing
When the weightiest of tasks seemed lightest to give away
Our post of freedom, our line of confidence
Our bastion of hope
Life is the gift, the package of togetherness which we together unwrap
The silent meditation birthing jubilant cries and repentant wails
Our voices in union, in seclusion
Don’t forget the times of sunshine, of chattering teeth and drenched backs
All the seasons and all the flowers, crumpled and blossoming and dropping
The cycle of living and dying, the wave of rise and fall
The contrasts that help us comprehend, that help us define
The world temporal, and eternity boundless
Divine writ we read with hearts wide open to life.

the NEED

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My life was never sure

I preferred to stay in the confined walls of my yesterdays because truly the echoing sounds of tomorrow scares me

There was no certainty; I lost some, I won some it has always been a gamble like running to book my ticket with “SURE BET” but ‘am certain we all know how dry the pocket gets when a single match burns the ticket and eyes gets all wet, well nobody is really sure now

Listen!

Because no matter the ingredient that your life has been missing I am sure we will find that ½ truth spoon full, 2 spoon full of grace, full cup of obedience; the recipe for living and thriving in this planet that was constructed without hands, pencils and rulers but from words that sound

That sound
was the alarm clock again, it was 5:01 in the morning and I was still drunk with last night’s wishes. I do not understand how it all took a wrong turn; my body felt like the house at the end of the street, the results I have seen so far from the notice board of my struggles has been nothing more than a constant; carry-overs, though I still seem to be catching fun but whenever the saws of reality stabbed me in the back my blood dripped constantly I was hoping for death but I kept surviving my every breath felt like a punishment for what I did last summer and every time I lay in bed it was another struggle for survival from an attack with no retreat my nights were always like it was spent on elm’s street “eyes wide open, tossing from side to side” so again, my only plea for a peaceful death in my sleep would not be granted as I am faced with another morning

That was when I drew a plan, since there was nothing else for me here I was going to get him to slay me

I’ll enter through the doors on pornography, rest in the parlour of masturbation, sleep in the… I mean slip in the bedroom of sex, incest, cheat and lie on that bed till the one they said ruled the universe takes my breath, now I felt satisfied with what looked like faking my own death

Do not look at me that way

Where was He when the enemy’s dart struck my family here?
Where was He when there was nothing to wear? No silverwares we were broke
Where was He when I lost my father to stroke?
Where is the one you call the living God when I was dead stuck in my tracks? Academics, relationships and it wasn’t like I didn’t pray
So now you know why i am attempting a kick on every available bucket waiting to pack up, that was me before

That was me before He spoke up and now I realised that all this while I couldn’t see him because I hadn’t turned my ways to see Him standing right behind me holding me up, hoping that one day I would take a step back and let Him take the lead (GRACE).

I was long in deceit, my feet hurt from dragging the weight of me through the distance and hating the only one that was on my side, I said I was long in this seat but now I am getting up from the complaints, I saw the pains I caused Him with my words and actions so ‘am pulling down this building plan I made on the wrong foundations, applied to disguise my face, like I didn’t care about anything or anyone, I said I have made a decision to go the distance and never give up, now I dare you to do the same

Go back; take another look at the man in the mirror,
I did once and all I could see was my sober reflection but now I sing a different song from His grace tunes playing on my head set, constantly renewing my used to be depraved mind with His word has got my mind set on the same peace He showed in the stormy boat so you know why He totally rocks my world
But that is not even the best part of taking the only risk I mean the only bet that was finally worth it and giving my life to Christ

It’s the fact that He got my hand set on doing things, this lazy pro in procrastination now speaking truths and redeeming things after getting a call from Jesus, I found my purpose in Him and I am no more anxious to receive a call to glory. I have a work to do, and it is not because I am forced but because I love this work so much, I said I love this walk so much, when I joined the flock it became easy, my feet no more hurt, I can now love;
Though the world might never understand where we are headed I do not hold it against them,

See

When anyone does not believe in you or gives up on you because they don’t understand your purpose and they abuse you just ignore them, you know someone once said that once purpose is not known abuse is inevitable, so?

But purpose can only become unreachable when I drug abuse myself, thoughts of ropes since I have no fans I would just end the controversy and hang myself, this is what happens when I, and not the world is the one who has given up on myself.

So you see why you just can’t?

Your lame excuses for remaining in that abyss is disgusting, you should pick up you mat I said pick up your math, calculate the distance travelled when the physician delved into the deep, travelling forth and back, fought the battle to bring you the victory that you didn’t deserve

I tell you, in Christ you can find the needs you have always searched for, for no prison can bar Jesus, so break forth

I say again, there is no better knowing your purpose than asking from Jesus

Now that we know, I expect every lame here to walk.

PENSPEAK 2015: EXPLOSIONS

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In the beginning…
God created the Heavens and the Earth.

The Earth was without form and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.

And God said… LET THERE BE LIGHT!!!… and BOOM! There was an EXPLOSION or what some scientific school of thought calls “The Big Bang Theory”…

The thing is, be it the formation of the Earth as my scientist friends would like to say it is, or the origin of light on Earth. This came about as a result of the “spoken word” of the Almighty.

This spoken word brought light to a dark World, one that was without form and just an empty space. This was possible ‘cos the Spirit of God already dwelt there and so with the light came the formation of the Earth, from one that was without shape to a spherical Earth and from an empty Earth to one filled with Land, Oceans, Seas, Rivers and so on. The origin of this Earth we live in is THE SPOKEN WORD of God.

EXPLOSIONS 2015 is a SPOKEN WORD event inspired by the indwelling Spirit of the MOST HIGH to bring His light to a World where His light seems to be quenching… It is by His grace an event that will spark up lights in the lives of all that will be in attendance. It will bring about the reformation of lives to the original purpose and plan of God for them. An event or sorry I mean an explosive encounter with the creator of our lives to bring us back on track to His will and desire for our lives.

So, as you come be expectant, come with a hunger, thirst and desire to receive from Him ‘cos the words which you’ll hear are not the words of man, rather they are His WORDS SPOKEN through man to cause little sparks here and there that would lead to a mega explosion.
Make sure you don’t come alone, bring as many friends and “foes” alike along.

Venue: The Faculty of Arts Theatre,
University of Nigeria Nsukka.

Date: Thursday 28th of May 2015

Time: 4:00pm

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QUICK QUOTEs

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Ephesians 2:8-10: “God saved you by his grace . . . . Salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done. . . . He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago” (NLT).