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EVERYDAYJESUS’ Worship 2 (an update)!

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Once upon a time, I could talk a plenty. The thing is that I had this phobia for awkward silence, so I always filled in the gap. Yes, I did fill in the silent spaces with just anything, most times with just the most awkward things for the most awkward silence- I know I am talking almost gibberish but you can manage , lol! Other times I just liked to talk because I enjoyed it a lot, hearing myself talk, talk, talk again, get tired and feel guilty later too, lol. You know, one of the deepest forms of worship is fighting for approval, and whosoever’s approval that I seek the most is who I love the most, and whosoever that I love the most is who I worship. The funny thing about seeking man’s applauds is that you don’t worship the man whose applause you sought but you get the applause or want the applause while singing your own praise, giving glory, worship, and honor to your own very self. Most of the times when I talk too much, listening to nobody and nothing else but my own voice, ceasing every piece of a conversation, talking and suggesting myself hoping to get admiration, I merely worship myself. And that very approval of man I never end up getting. Most of the time I am left empty, feeling exhausted for trying so hard and of course getting little because self-worship brings about more worship of self. The emptiness felt is the void created by the sin of idolatry- All glory must go to God. Worship is talking less of self, and more of God. Worship is listening carefully to the words of men just to hear the voice of God lingering and caressing my ears, learning more, talking more again of God at every opportunity and whenever myself is mentioned, it is just to confess allegiance to the King of Kings. That is worship. But why do I keep learning these truths and at every chance I talk with man I see self-worship again? The natural man wants to be like God, I guess. The only time that man can ever and even give me applause is when I have forgotten how to seek their applause because I am busy caring about the validation of Yahweh. This is the time that I really forget about myself and every other man. I can never hear God’s voice in my conversations when I am not busy listening and listening and listening again. When I am busy talking and talking and talking again, I will not know and enjoy the comfort of hearing God’s sweet voice even from the very worst man.
Listening is one way to enjoy the finer things of life. Listeners look more beautiful than talkers- they are not under stress. Listen, and test, and search, and enjoy and listen again. Forget to speak, that is worship and worship is refreshing. “But the hour is coming and now is when the true worshippers will worship the father in spirit and truth; for the Father is seeking such to worship Him. “ God is Spirit and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.”- John 4:23-24 (NKJV). Therefore, I urge you, brothers in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God –this is your spiritual act of worship.
–Romans 12:1 (NIV)

So then, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath. -James 1:19(NKJV).

By Favour Omeje, 2016

THE PRIESTLY GENERATION

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He looked afar in search of a kind

But in the lot, none worthy was found

The earth groaned, the heavens moaned

As darkness covered the people whole

Kings grew numb, princes too dumb

For servants rode horses and sin reigned on deaths throne

A cry was heard around the city walls

That of hope rekindled, joy reborn as chosen elites were brought forth

Redeemed from destruction, renewed by the Word

This kindred a wondrous sight to behold

Priests unto salvation, prophets unto redemption

To bring home the lost and weary souls

Armed with a clean spirit and wilful heart

These guide to reveal hidden mights

An array of mediators, an array of conquerors

All created to bring glory and honour to His throne

A channel of power, God’s mighty arsenal

Breaking through hell’s gated and fallow grounds

They turn not from their shepherd’s lead

They fear not even in the darkest deep

They march on along the righteous path representing Christ

A priestly generation ordained, the Kingdom’s light.

 

-JEDIDAIAH

He found me…

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…and just again I was disappointed. It felt like I slept through the journey and just when I thought I had landed, my hopes got crashed.
He, Mr Law, was really cool, even cooler you could chill drinks in him. He promised me satisfaction if I’ll continually obey. I could almost swear I had this locked in with a B and K because I was all ready to do what he wanted.
I gave in. Like a skin to a boil, I gave in for a swell time of my life.

I wanted to please him and earn his love and trust. But sooner than later, the usual dreaded realization dawned and I prayed to race out for it was all empty and void.
Worse still each try left me feeling so incompetent. He even made me see that it’s all my fault, all the time.
Maybe, I gotta get up and try and try and try…quitters never quit yea? 

I’ve tried many times but it just doesn’t seem to work.
Something tells me that there must be someone, yes that one guy…that guy that loves completely.

But where is he?

My Soul longs to see 

With him I crave to be

Maybe he exists only in my fantasy. 
Even if he does exist, how much longer should I wait?

How much more time do I have to spare?

“A woman’s time flies…” or so they say;

I hope I’ll still be in mine when he calls.
I am really tired of testing and trying, tasting and spitting out.

My soul gets parched each time I do.

I just hope I’ll still be in my time when he calls.
Still lost in the noise of my very own thoughts, Which had long started to sound like music, I didn’t realize I had wandered off into the road I once denied.

A road so broad yet lacked space.
In this vagabond state, unable to discern what the morrow holds and barely caring what happens next, I heard my name.
I was stunned ‘cos never before had my name sounded such harmony.

T’was the most beautiful sound that has ever walked into my ears. 
This voice so gentle yet strong and firm called for me to exchange my burdens for rest but having wandered so long, it sounded too good for trust…and again I felt there ought to be a price for it. Nothing goes for nothing.
In my state of doubt still, the voice beckoned. It still sounded too easy, I couldn’t give into that. My old lovers weren’t that nice.
The sweet voice persisted and then my eyes opened and I saw a spark of light which flickered in front of me.
Nothing and nobody can be compared to the one I saw standing in front of me when my eyes fully opened.

His eyes held so much love that penetrated and irrigated my soul.

The intensity of his tenderness was unbearable so that I fell, yes, I fell into his strong arms where my safety rests assured.

My head rested on a heart that beats for me and I drowned in a satisfaction that has never been conceived by nature.
I couldn’t help but ask Mr Grace where he had been all this while. As he spoke to me I saw his love. A love that is not affected by my inconsistencies. I didn’t even have to work for it…it was free! I just accepted it and that’s all I ever did.
He found me!

And sorry I was not in my time, I was in His.
-HIS Ruth