HARDENED HEARTS
Do not take me too seriously if all you get from this pep is just inspiration- of course talk is cheap. And thank God this is not a show, else I’ll be preaching you all to sleep. I can barely inspire myself, that’s why ‘My Salvation’ was authored by someone else with a more legible handwriting so the World can see God.
So please take a face-wipe because am about to reintroduce you to YOU.
YOU may already know ME as that guy who is too loud on stages of Campus Auditoriums, hitting pitches that sound like warnings. Well, it’s not my fault that most of our good cooking have always been desired hot; so why should God’s word be any different when served from the ‘pot’?
We hear God’s word come from lukewarm vessels that right now, we have become too cold to notice that even in our folly, we still form hot and holy; we are too stiff to yield to the still, small voice calling us into submission. We are HARDENED HEARTS!
We’re too cool to pray and too proud to pursue the vision that God has called us to. We say we’re waiting for confirmation or some kind of sign, while we watch our Family and Friends be blind to the light we hide behind. “God, this is not what I had in mind; am trying to be the light, but it’s too dark in here to shine.” And somehow it SEEMS our claims always find justification in the same innocent circumstances we’re pointing accusing fingers to.
“Me, myself and I- we are doing just fine within the confines of the church property lines.” We sing more ‘You are important to me…’ than we actually need people to survive out on the Campus streets amplifying the Gospel.
Seven days without Jesus makes one weak; sounds like our latest way of playing Hide and Seek- seeking Jesus every Sunday, but hiding the rest of the week. We’re now numb to feeling sympathy. Passion has been ostracised, as though doing something about injustice is now a responsibility exclusively set aside for The Angels.
Gold diggers– too busy digging for only the things God has in stock for us; proudly ignorant of what vision He has placed right before us. Good Actors– playing out a fake script that spearheads our sublime performance to winning the Grammy Awards for Hypocrisy. We’re now masters of disguise, hiding from the Master of the skies; we think our theories are divine, so we disconnected from The Vine…
It’s cool telling everyone else to accept our Christ, but never allowing Him to change our lives. You are not a Christian by tradition, at least not because you celebrate
Christmas- all of its material presence will always blind you to God’s presence.
We regurgitate and puke God’s word, expecting others to eat and digest it; then we turn to gulp all of the junk present in the ‘omnipresent’ media, so like FAST food, they SLOW down our ‘metabolism’.
We are the victims! I’m sick and tired of saying ‘I don’t hear from God’, when actually I’ve never cared to listen. My soul needs a rest in me, but the guilt is Cardiac-arresting me. I think I hear the same still small voice calling a sleeper to rise. God is the only Boss who will send you to the bank, drive you to the bank, go into the banking hall with you, help you make the transactions right…and just when you ask ‘So why the errand?’, you’ll find out Obedience is the Ultimate- Search for it!
Therefore today I refuse…I refuse to drown in the same water He walked on. If you have blocked God’s call on your life, today he serves you a rebound. Stop buying into the World’s glamour, pictures and slogans- they’ll leave you bankrupt at the cost of your emotions. So it’s fine if you are a cold, careless heart in here today; because like glowsticks, they must first be broken.
Dear HARDENED HEART, Get Broken!
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The Stranger’s Hand
There was a little boy, who woke up as a spirit of harmony and verse. He looked out at the world and heard his name on the lungs of a million people as his voice planted explosion in their minds.
But they had not yet exhaled his name nor had shrapnel from their word-blown minds embedded in their sleeping hearts because he had not yet unleashed himself on them.
So the little boy wrote growing, and grew writing: a circus to most of his peers who didn’t know of his dream, or maybe they did; and they enjoyed him because he was so enjoyable.
Soon the little boy was ready, he wanted to solve so many problems, he wanted to have so many things. He sought his parents to use their power, because he thought, ‘They’ll be so proud of me.’ His mother smiled at him and died. His Father…
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The Joy of One Child
It was Pain that brought me home. I have to warn you though, it was not entirely mine. Let me explain, maybe you can join me. Maybe you can join us.
There was a choir aloft above the stars, alight with invisible colours painted with eternal splendor. Their song filled an entire realm with dense excellence as reminded their master of his masterful mastery.
One day he said, ‘Your numbers are great. I will make one who is comparable to me in excellence and projection. And like me, he will create praise for me and rule my expanded domain.’
But a proud Angel said, ‘Why should a younger and corruptible species inherit such vastness? Since this is the nature of you, Master, I will have the choir sing their songs of power at me. Even these your masterpieces will testify of my worth and grace.’
So the choir watched as…
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A War of Words
My life is a story but telling it after I’m dead doesn’t mean I will or am reincarnated; and like all great stories I start at once, up on a timepiece I start at once, up on a time please I’m just playing with words.
I like words. They are full of power so what you say, they’re powerful. Its elementary. School doesn’t teach us and our late pastors are too busy being alive to die daily and so their words are blunt and their monologues don’t log on to hardened hearts anymore yet, by words we are saved or not. Its elementary.
But we all are guilty of this… Verbal debauchery. In the music we so shamelessly enjoy today, in our movies where we are lost in a world where nothing but the thrill matters; we speak as we wish and quote as we like, memorizing pretences while pretending…
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I HAVE A DREAM: THE ViDEO
Determination and Endurance
Here is a point driven towards from two scriptures, one in Joel and in king David’s last words as recorded in 2 Samuel 23.
The momentum of life (not that life, life as in the energy)
The blossoming of energy, in it’s tenacity
It is not a firework
It is like the morning sun
Or Directing words from a Dad who truly loves His son or daughter.
Who speaks not so as to please men,
But God who tries our hearts
Scripture:
- In Joel
What the chewing locust has left, the swarming locust has eaten
What the swarming locust has left, the crawling locust has eaten
What the crawling locust has left, the consuming locust has eaten
- In Samuel
he who rules over men must be just, Ruling in the fear of God. And he shall be like the light of the morning when the sun rises, A morning without clouds . . .
Bitov said…
Without GOD Life makes no sense.
~ Andrei Bitov
