What a God who answers our prayers with fire and a boat sinking plus net breaking catch What a God who gives seed to the sower and leaves us with leftovers after getting filled up just in case we were not sure What a God whose judgment is mercy and whose mercies are new every morning Who forgives and leaves our sins in the sea of forgetfulness Who guides us with His eyes, the world thinks it’s an African thing What a God who speaks Pidgin, English and Swahili just to pass a message What a God who uses idioms and parables sweeter than tales by moonlight What a God who transforms Gen Z to Gen Zion No shades but this is our modern day miracle People who went to the left pole are now manning the right pole What a God who wins without swords The innovator of guns through slingshots What a God!
Blood The sea of molten mortality rivers it’s way through thousands of arteries And not in vain… Although, the resulting could still be an exercise in vanity. Come with me. To the records of slain fathers —Sullied and grown mothers Without which The next generation would be a lil low on the first stitch Long before Nine Think Abel Increasing the right volume We need God’s labels To open the right bottle
Bone of my Bones The hard part isn’t amputation but definition —doctored derision Because it was when I stopped asking about Rahab And started asking folks about Eve—then I discovered You spent three nights in another Adam’s Eden. The joke’s dry now but it swam with the seamen I clock way different from when I trusted feelings Deductions only add up when divide God’s stories No flaws on this He is how we win though Stay with me—
Muscles are for shrugs To squeeze in extra goodwill amidst a hug With only one strategy —spin the block Because strength is not what wins battles Strategy, time and chance still argue Yet if a man can pray God is not deaf, or indifferent Think with me
Skin and flesh Gram of meat Inflated instances of sentient parchment Animated beyond the animalistic Forgetful of every moment before we first recognize our names Breathe with me
In time, We are introduced to Life To taste it and handle it To speak it and be led by it In time, every heart can read the plan And by an offer to upgrade to premium The mortal mist becomes a dead man He must return to draw first blood if he will become a son of God.
Dialysis in the Spirit And then one by one Miracle by miracle A son is given
He has a complete pharmacy, Unlike the fancy stores Across your streets and Mine with those fancy billboards In front, On it could be crested bills pharmacy, where you go most times And they tell you we don’t Have Combantrine
We’ve got oral drip though, So much for an immobile Medicine store, Expect disappointments Once….once, Next time it could be Lumefantrine who took A month leave, Man’s ways leaves around So many loopholes
It’s fair to admit man’s methods Can’t make anyone Completely Whole, That’s the exact reason CHRIST came in Form of man, That by his stripes We’re made whole Complete and without deep holes
God is a mobile pharmacy He came in form of man We didn’t fancy, Went about healing people Of all kinds of infirmities Not for once did CHRIST say I’ve got no miracle for a Leprous man and many others, Rather he laid hands on Men and got rid of their diseases.
God is a mobile pharmacy In him there’s no SOLUTION Lacking, While the doctors cure He heals and makes Whole completely, God is a mobile pharmacy In him comes all emergency And of course they get their Required attention.
Is it the attendant dining and wining coupled with the merriment characteristic of such events? Or the joyous ambience accompanied with noise or perhaps the likelihood of seeing new faces who are gorgeously dressed for the occasion makes the whole idea of this celebration so fascinating?
No matter our opinion about weddings, you would agree with me that it is one of the happiest moments in the couple’s life.
No doubt Mary the mother of Jesus, played by Vanessa Benavente, was definitely excited about the wedding she had been invited to by her best friend. We see the glow in her face as she arrives at the wedding venue.
Another guest who had been invited was Jesus, Mary’s son and you can be sure he took his friends along for the event. Is that not typical of some of us? At the feast, there was something different about this ordinary guest who had been invited as time would later tell.
Just at the time the wedding was getting interesting, a mishap occurred. This was something that would bring shame and humiliation for the couple and their families, more daunting was the fact that it was going to leave an indelible imprint upon a supposed glorious day.
In such a situation you would do anything to avert such a heavy cloud of disgrace on yourself, and of course, the solution for averting such catastrophe would be the best wedding gift anyone could ever give to you! And indeed it was for this couple. You would want to see their reaction.
In this same episode, Peter receives a call. This ordinarily should be fine for a bachelor who only had to look after himself but how do you explain this when you are a family man with mouths to feed? How do you tell your wife that you are leaving your source of income to follow a man you just met to a destination shrouded in mystery? What reaction should we expect from every wife? Is this call a gift or a burden?
Episode 5 of The Chosen’s Season 1 tells us how we can share in other peoples joy as well as their pains through the simple act of giving.
Desperate times calls for desperate measures and this is the situation Peter finds himself; owing taxes and defaulting on the deal he made with Quintus, the Roman Praetor. However, the toughest challenge is telling his wife, Eden, about his present situation. “Maybe God will get your attention now!” These are the words Eden tells Peter as tears run down her cheeks.
But how did he get here? How did he put himself in a mess only God can pull him out from? Will he be able to save his house and family, how will he pay his taxes? Don’t ask me; watch this 48-minute packed episode!
The series of events in this episode builds up to the beginning of Jesus’s ministry; the miracle of the fish and selection of Jesus’ core disciples. Andrew is shown running with a burst of excitement to tell Peter that he has seen the Messiah; the man they have been praying for but he (Peter) is unbothered and has lost his faith in God. The only thing on his mind is settling their debts.
Peter sets out to the sea, troubled, and with no hope, he needs a miracle and he is desperately counting on it. With no fish caught, Peter and his friends head to the shore where they meet Jesus. The moment he tells Peter to cast his net, Peter explains the ordeal he faced all through the night but Jesus did not flinch, so he cast his net and he couldn’t believe his eyes! (Yes, no spoilers).
Peter, a man who needed a miracle to save himself, got one of the most referenced and talked about miracles when all hope was lost.
Do you find yourself in a similar situation, don’t fret, God is still in the business of doing miracles!
PS: The miracle of the miracle of the fish is one behind-the-scenes video you should watch. You can find it on The Chosen App here.
Please read our review of The Chosen’s Ep 3: Jesus Loves The Little Children.
Dear black child, You will heal Heal from the scars buried 6 feet Deep within the pores of your skin Wounds that festered on your emotions And shattered your heart into a million pieces Now your heart is nothing but a broken glass Learning how to reflect your wholeness The image of a girl that once loved
Centuries from now, When the dust is shaped from your bones, History will tell a tale of courage, Of a woman who pulled her weight, Against the odds clawed around her neck, How from ashes and burning embers Built an Empire with and sweat,
Your bones will be a blueprint, A speck of dust igniting generations, A gene of women who don’t bend to raging winds, History will tell a tale of a Woman, A Warrior emerging from within you, How you faced your fears, And became a woman emerging, An open letter when they unearth you,
A testament of weathering storms, Taking down giants with your love, You are a promise of resurrection, Reminding them that red sea parted in your views, And when you whispered your last breath, The night spoke the language of love, Living blueprints in our heart,
Dear Black child, You are a miracle folded in the form of a woman, A woman becoming, learning the intricate language of love, You were born for this sort of heavy lifting, You were born a part saint, a part warrior, And you have emerged the Genesis Of a new breed of women, A linkage of goddesses
Dear black child, You are a goddess, An ancient scripture, A prophecy lies in your heartbeat, This revelation is nestled in your palms; Truly, greatness lies in your loins! Live it! Breathe it!
Listen Your heart beats a melody Listen The world rejoices in novelty Listen You are here by another’s will Listen The Word is how you navigate this Listen
You must be thirsty. What drink would you love? Water of life is always a great choice! We live in the feelings of these little choices. Live by choice.
Leave by choice Regrets and bitterness in past 31 Lift by choice Your spirits heights above where Jews lie Leafy choices Can be lost in this wind so hold tight Newness is your guest today Make the best of it
Dance! When you can and can’t You deserve presence, Gift yourself the present of you Now is a good time to live. So dance, teach time to Breathe, see, listen and feel Make it wait on you.
Let your hair down Breathe You’ve come this far See This is not destination Listen But home is where you are Feel The moon takes us through another 31 Live
Begin by breath. One. Two. Exhale the stress, excess, excuses. Inhale the miracle of your heart beating hard.
The journey of a thousand miles One step The expectation of many lives One thought This is reset if you don’t clone it Welcome to another opportunity Crown it
Continue by Sight. Lashes up and it’s a new day! We are always at the start of things And it’s okay.
And now that I have you here, Can you hear? Can we sit and lock hearts? Rest a while on my chest I will do same. We are simply different patterns from a cloth. Our roads have led us here. Let’s celebrate this beautiful silence.
