Never you negotiate with fear and never be scared to negotiate
–W. F. Kennedy
Never you negotiate with fear and never be scared to negotiate
–W. F. Kennedy
As it was rightly recorded, the only things that were actually created was the heaven, earth and man. The rest were just spoken into being-Humans the only creation that reflects the creator thus an explanation for our creativity, so like my creator I stand here to bring to live the reason why God actually considered to make a help meet for man.
It is not an argument man;
Listen, unless you are not a seed that flowed from Adam… YOU DO NEED ME!
I am not here to crush your egos but look at things from a top view, eagle eyed, forget what these chicken intellectualists say. He made them male and female for a reason and not by accident, okay! Relax your frowns let me top your crowns, as a woman, I also do need you. “Ladies please am not selling out, it is the truth”
But I am here to make my demands known, I realized that God wasn’t being economical while plotting these curves, and it was no big bang theory because no silly opportunity caused this I was lavishly created, beauty specified, I mean look at my eyes, look at the nose, so don’t blame my choices as it goes, truth is I have really become selective because I have been seeing these half baked boys that hell has been trying to be supplying. So I will tell you what I really want;
Now for starters, “lights on”, no funny ideas needed, be yourself. You better not be coming at me with your sleek rhymes and thick talks, pest bites planning to leave me nausea and feeling repulsive like where the tick talked, counting the tick-tocks left from your ‘can I get a minute’ so your blabbing can seize cos I really do not appreciate your lyme disease, please your lying won’t work on me so quit trying. You know when God made Adam, He took from his side to make Eve and then brought her to Adam, so if you are not missing a rib stop trying to be creative, loose a rib first and my Father will carefully bring me to you.
I hope I was clear on that note? Unbelievers steer clear, become a Christian first.
So you see? He doesn’t need to be tall dark and handsome though that will really be helpful, but more than physical features, we are talking about my future here, and if my husband is to be the leader of the home, I am so not going to marry a spiritual dwarf, or a spiritual hobbit, or a leprechaun …anyways you get my point, I want him to be a spiritual giant because as a person I really hate spiritual embarrassments.
So let him take his time to grow, I want it to be magical though, but I prefer a well baked, gone through the fire, molded and come out as pure Gold man made by God to whatever harry pottered.
And it is really annoying when you do not speak up and expect me to understand by blinking eyelids, where are the men of courage spoken of in the scriptures? Am so sorry I do not play that genre of music on your eye tunes that is low quality, I was born in an orchestral environment or didn’t you hear that my Father is the only drummer that can actually play a hearts’ beat?
So you see? You need an authentic permission to know exactly what sound plays right to my heart.
I have decided to be a pencil in the hands of my creator, so if you need me to go the distance in life with you, rewriting history, you need to ask the write-ful owner because only then will we become an epic story, a tale of two soles, walking in total agreement and people will be allowed to read graciously from beginning to end without getting bored because then the author of life will have His image fully behind our covers.
Yeah some hell brewed and weary guys just beat my imaginations leaving me with a headache from their hangovers, can you believe that these so called men go to the internet for tips on how to supposedly please a lady and after being brain washed by the beast they dare to walk up to me not knowing I see their intentions boldly marked on their fore heads, some try to cover up their tracks forgetting that this race is a marathon so when they eventually get tired of their pretence, they come right out and say something like “it is safe sex dearie, prove that you really love me, nothing will happen” oh really? I tend to ask, if you call it SAFE sex, then why do we need PROTECTION? And it has to be a rubber, how convincing.
What happened to the metals? Or even plastic, I hereby warn these hoodlums from abyss, I am the will of God, so you bald headed with sin and trying to bruise what His will is, I warn you for your sake because getting me is as impossible as mowing seas for my own protection is angelic, much more than arming a Gideon to war, you will pay with your life like the Egyptians did in the red sea if you keep chasing.
Now you get a glimpse of my kind of person, and my kind of man, let me explain further
I want a man so faithful he can wear flesh and dwell amongst Jezebels and remain focused enough on his mission, refusing to be like the fallen angels.
The kind of man that will love me so seriously that I can freely and publicly wash his feet with my tears and wipe them with my beautiful hair without losing an ounce of my dignity
The kind that will be kind enough to love me in my illiteracy, because while the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom, I was downright fearless and filthy in sin with rags, and raging demons were standing by to capture and stone to kill, but He was strong enough to rescue me, check His swags though, He wrote on the bare floor literally saving me without lifting a finger and I am sure, He loves me. A pity He didn’t want to get married, but He left His letters.
So I believe everything the way He said it to me, I dwell everyday with His letters, growing and expecting him who will come in His likeness. Well this is what I and my sisters are waiting for.
But no, some of you will come without proper preparation neglecting these mind blowing words that He has written because it is called THE BIBLE, you even doubt its authenticity believing it will not come to pass, so you pass by everyday trying to write other letters, do I have to rip off, fold and glue these pages before you realize that these LETTER BOMBS ain’t nothing to be played with?
I know I sound like a heartless terrorist right now but if it will release your tension, I am actually emotional somewhere deep inside but that is not to be counted as a weakness, so am not gullible to the fake boys in beards clothing that Lucifer’s been presenting I am way past that stage and am looking up to the future.
If you find my kind of woman and you meet the requirements, you had better made your move now, we are not promising to make it as easy as eating bread and wine cos we know our worth, but don’t expect God to force you or even cower into going for lesser denominations all in the name of waiting for confirmations and if my Father wills we will eventually end up at the altar.
Oh and finally, please stop calling me hot, if you need anything that will burn down your life and your house, get yourself a gas cooker and if you cannot afford it, get a stove. It works pretty fast and in a short period you will be ruined. A good woman builds a house and that is what I am set to do, when the right time comes though, I am not in a hurry.
So I will just be watching,
God bless you.
Go through this short story with me, because it was an example that made me realize just how stupid I had been, was given to me by the Sweet Holy Spirit.
Chika joined the university at the age of 16, did her clearance and got into her room and as was the custom in the university, she had three other normal roommates, a second year, third year and a final year student all in their respective corners. Coming from a Christian home, she didn’t need to be preached to before she fully joined a fellowship and started working well for God, even in her first year.
Then in her second year something happened, she changed her room and got new roommates, up till this point everything was like paradise except the early morning lectures which made Chika wake earlier to do her devotions so as to meet up with classes but everything was about to change. That was when she met Cherry, the final year roommate for that session. Boy could she step on peoples nerves and really annoy anyone when she feels like it. She was always drinking, smoking clubbing and more often than not, she brings a large part of her hell to the room and Chika was already a candidate for heaven so she was not going to have any of it, but that was when it happened.
*…………..Now this came as a result of a time of serious heaviness, when I had questions and demanded answers, a time when I needed to know why the one who gives me life would also want to do anything He likes with the very Life He has given me, a time when the clay was telling the potter just how he wanted to be made………….let’s get back to the story.
On this cold night Cherry was set as usual, it was Friday and she was going to go clubbing and come back smelling like the hostel dustbin. Then that still small voice spoke to Chika,’’ just preach to your roommate about her habits’’ it was heavy on Chika and she was supposed to say it but then, it all came back to her; how many times she had tried talking to this same girl on this same issue, the insults, the one time she left the conversation nursing her swollen face, the slap was so hard she didn’t even need to turn the other cheek because she got a full dose on one cheek already. So she kicked against the silly idea, let her go and waste her life, after all everyone will sleep well this night and that was it, everything went on as usual.
After that session, they never saw each other again and everyone went their separate ways. Oh! And Cherry graduated with a second class upper division with a lovely package; do not even ask me how. Chika on the other hand graduated from the university at the age of 20, with a first class honors having served as the evangelism secretary and the sisters’ coordinator in the second and third year in the fellowship. She got married a year later and was blessed with 3 lovely kids, Peter, John and Mary in that order.
Quick as a flash…on that cold Saturday morning.. The biggest amongst them, super-S as he was called, supposedly the leader of the gang grabbed the 16 years old Mary and took her to the other room, John couldn’t take it and he was shot in the head,…well they were warned not to move……, Peter was hit on the head when the armed robbers first got into the house and he died before the robbery was over, bled out on the rug, cold as steel. The robbery was faster than you can imagine, faster than how I explained it and it all came crashing. Chika was devastated.
Chika, who was 42 years old at this point, has been serving God fervently all her life, why would He allow something like this to happen? Why will it happen to her? Why will all her children be murdered in one night? And then she wept and wondered, and really everyone blamed God with her, because no one can actually tell her anything about God knowing best, she was the preachers’ wife.
….but let’s go back… to the night she murdered her children….
Back to that cold night, ‘if’ Chika had spoken to Cherry, God would have intervened on her way to the club, she would have sprained her ankles and blamed it on her stupid heels, she would not have danced with Mike, she would not have gotten too drunk to go home, she would not have shared the bed with a criminal, she would not have given birth a year after graduation to a handsome boy called Steve, maybe with a good father figure Steve would not have mixed up with the wrong crowd, maybe he would not have risen in the ranks rapidly, maybe he would not have robbed that last house on the street, maybe, just maybe,….. Chika would have seen her lovely Mary do her matriculation on that faithful turned fateful Saturday morning. If only she had obeyed, if only she had spoken.
It then dawned on me, it is mercy for us to live, God has kept me from harms I cannot even begin to imagine, He is the only one who really showed me what true love is, of course I do not see the big picture for everything and every time, but Faith says God is there and He doesn’t need to explain anything to me.
…..and without FAITH, it is impossible to please God.
So I have decided to allow God be God, I am resting and hoping only on and in Him, I am done being stupid. Fully working in His Grace, if there is someone to blame, it would be the only one that is hiding, and that is the devil, and that would be because I allowed him, God please help us all.
God bless you.
Title: Growing Up, Spiritually
Author: Kenneth E. Hagin
Place of Publication: Faith Library Publications, USA
Date of Publication:1976
Number of pages: 166
Reviewer: Adaobi Chiemelu
Anchored on the words of the apostle Peter at 1Peter 2:2, Hagin emphasizes the need for Christians to grow, and ingeniously compares this with their physical growth.
He gently explains further, with a good number of live illustrations, the process of growth in humans. The reader is also brought to a realization of what stage of spiritual growth he is.
Frequently asked questions about spirituality, the roles of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit are very skillfully addressed in this book. In simple language, the reader is led up the ladder of spiritual development.
The book is of superb quality, and the font unmistakably normal and bold making it adequate for reading. Written in very creative style, Hagin’s book no doubt squarely affects its target audience: the Christians.
Therefore, Hagin does not use boring details. There are also incerpts of his own experiences in the ministry; instances, some of which one can identify with. With a tinge of humour, you are welcome to discover with Hagin the true basis for a Christian’s spiritual maturity.
Effectiveness does not mean just doing good things, but rather doing the right thing.
– DR. MYLES MUNROE
The consequence of the private decisions you make today may not be as private when they show up tomorrow
If you give them your best, you rob them of God’s best.
-Graeme Schnell
Ok I know it’s been a while since I pasted the first article on this topic and I’m absolutely sorry. Today we are going to start handling concepts I merely brushed over in the last episode and I will love for you to follow intently as we delve deep into these waters to find truth and better understanding towards greater expression of our God-given talents.
PURPOSE
If you read the last article on this piece you would agree that I did talk about this but in the general sense. Hence I said
…whatever talent(s) you are gifted with has two
ultimate purposes which include to further
better our world and to bring glory to God
(Revelations 4:11;Romans 8:19).
This is true in all cases but the angle I want to hit this would be from a more specific standpoint. They say if the purpose of a thing is not known abuse is inevitable. This I have come to find out is very true if not an absolute. This makes me to understand that lack of defined purpose or ignorance of defined purpose is proportional to little or no productivity. This is the plague that our 21st century world is burdened with. We complain of how so much is going wrong and no one seems to be doing anything about it, so we are ignorantly conned into thinking the problem is one of roles (people not doing what they are supposed to do) instead of the faulty foundation of purposelessness we chose to build our lives on. This problem may not be one that is generally accepted but it has eaten deep into the cores of our very social structures that it can no more be ignored.
So then what is Purpose:
reason for existence: the reason for which something exists or for which it has been done or made
Microsoft® Encarta® 2009. © 1993-2008 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.
For as much as I know this is true. However, it is quite disturbing that this topic receives as much neglect in our present generation. You see we are able to master technology and we know what to use for what but we seem totally unaware of the purpose of our own existence and we don’t seem a bit perturbed or bothered.
Let me try and put it this way, every part of your body has a purpose and by that I mean a specific use or contribution to the sustenance of your body. Now, does it make sense that all these parts would be put together ever so perfectly for no just cause or as I would like to say no defined purpose? I doubt that.
The same goes for your unique set of natural endowments or talents. You may not know this or you may not agree totally with my thesis but you can do what you can do for a certain, very specific purpose. You see, the world is a system much like your human body. It has many parts of which you’re one and though not all parts can be seen on the outside, every part plays very important roles that make the system whole and effective. You are not like everyone else. You have your unique set of abilities and your unique goal to reach using those abilities. This in essence means that not every Tom, Dick and Harry that can sing well should end up on a stage as a rock star. This is not a function of fate alone but of desired purpose. Get this straight God created you to achieve a goal and your talents they are only tools you’re going to require in fulfilling that all important goal for which you were created in the first place.
This is very important for you to understand ‘cos no matter how good your intentions are if you are operating outside the grid lines God set for you in the blue prints of His master plan for your life you’d be doing a whole lot of wrong to this world and not even know it.
I know you’ve got the talent but with that comes a responsibility to not only discover this uniqueness about you but to also know why and what goal you are meant to achieve with them. A friend mine said
“the difference between the employee and the employer is that the employee knows how but the employer knows why”
God bless y’all. Have a great day
-Ezeonyeka Godswill