Questions for the atheist…

The-Thinker

How do you do it?
When the sky is dark
And the storm is harsh
When your spirit is down
And your heart is heavy
When vicissitudes are much
And your ups are downs

How do you do it?
When the sound of music
Holds no worship
Devoid of passion
Have you ever felt it
Sobs of songs
Sobs of passion
Where do you turn to?
When you can’t go on
The odds are against you
The future looks bleak
When death strikes
And your confidant is gone

What do you hang on to?
Your eternity holds no hope
Just space
How do you do it?
Thinking you evolved
Such a pity
No gratefulness

What gives you joy?
Sighting the green trees and their lush fruits
the sea and the blue skies
the rain and the sun
And there is no omnipotence

How do you know it?
The larger than life itself
The uncertainties and mishaps
Hanging by a thread
When money can’t help
And love isn’t the answer

What do you do?
Is it worth it?
Being logical and calculative
When your burdens can be cast
And your heart can be peaceful
Be stupid and happy
Not logical and blue.

-Chidimma Nnagbo

foOd FoR tHoUGht

From Joel Osteen Ministries

You’re not the savior of the world. We already have a Savior. You’re not supposed to keep everyone happy, everyone fixed. If you take on that job, the one person who won’t be happy is you.

#rhematown iss. 9

i am

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This is my truth, I AM A THINKING WRITER AND I ONLY HOPE ONE DAY I GET TO SEE IT ALL FROM HIS VIEW.

Grace and God bless

EVERYDAY JESUS

The room was spinning with beads of sweat running down my forehead. I was laid down on the bed apparently so ill. No one was home just me. I had to put a good pretense so moma and siblings could go to their respective working place and school.
Lost for what seemed like ages; pains kept ripping through me.Then it happened ; my head began to spin;my temperature rose so high and I felt myself slipping into the cold hands of death yet I thought it would be better I just died and leave this crazy world. My soul felt suddenly at rest lying down on the bed of the one I love best “Moma” made dying more appealing because I thought it romantic!
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Then it popped somewhere in my head, Mathew 5 v 14: “you are the light of the world; a city set on the hill which cannot be hidden”
It struck me! I am light! Why had I chosen to leave the world without fulfilling purpose?
I knew I had been wrong with the silly thought I had earlier. Then I made a simple but heartfelt prayer and like a dream every symptoms seized. I felt strong and absolutely perfect. You see, destiny is not an accident but a calculated incident. We always have choices to make as humans! God doesn’t give up on us except we give up on ourselves!
Peace!
– Cindy Dike

Free Fall

Now is the time

Now is the time

What will the end result be?
Will I die or will I wake?
Questions that haunt me with every decision I make
Like will I make it to heaven if I stay this way?
Will I suffer much if I put it away?
What is the end result?
It’s all to what end?
The end of a matter is supposed to be better than when it first began.
So what then will I do?
I ask myself again
Again and again and again
It seems like I’m being profane
Ii can’t go back to what I was
Neither can I stay
The very ground I stand on is quicker than clay
Stop confusing me please!
I keep the voices at bay
Only I don’t know who is talking
Is it my Saviour or my shame?

The ground I stand on quivers
Do I move on higher?
I stand, I fall, I shiver
If only hope could hold me now
I slip, I fall, I can’t get up
I think I’m lost right now
But there’s something in the distance
Something calling out loud
Wait! Wait!!
I shout and shout
It seems I’m talking so loud.

Now the ground shatters
I am lost in a free fall
Just falling…
Deeper…
Deeper…
Further…
Further…
Into the dark
I give up
I close my eyes
I surrender
I give up
I begin to close my eyes

Then I’m struck by lightening!
I find myself on a road now
Gripping something so strong
The grace which I once lost
I look in front of me
There’s a road to my left
Another to my right
A decision, I must make now
A path to life, and a path to death
I smile now, for I know the decision to take
The decision is mine.