Stamped, sealed and delivered came the gift of salvation to everyone who believes in Him. And yes! It is free!Ajegbomogun Olufunke
It was the happiest day of my life when I allowed Jesus into my heart. My heart was flooded with joy and unspeakable peace. In Him I found a friend like no one else would ever be. Just like new lovers, I was always seen with Him; talking, praising, worshipping – I couldn’t get enough.
Day by day, he came. He entered the parlour, went into the dining room. Oh, the dining room! There were lots of breaking of bread. He opened my eyes to mysteries. I learned, relearned and unlearned. I just couldn’t get enough. Every minute with Him was priceless.
Until one day, an old friend came knocking. I peeped and asked what he wanted. “Just a few minutes, then I’ll be out of your hair,” he said. My heart told me not to, but his dazzling smile, pleading eyes, and obliging countenance were enough to compel me. He smiled and entered.
He was with me when Jesus came. I quickly hid him in a little room. Jesus came in, looked at me deeply, and asked. “Is there anything you would like to tell Me?”
His countenance fell.
Our fellowship was not so sweet. But I bothered not, I was eager to conclude the story I was being told by my old friend.
When I was alone again, I ran. To the small room. Where he was. He invited me to a party the next day. I agreed.
The next day, I felt very awkward at the party. I missed Jesus. But I can’t bring Him here. This is not really His “thing”. As I was contemplating leaving, my old friend came and introduced me to his other friends. Little by little, I warmed up to them. I forgot the time.
When I got home, Jesus was waiting for me at the dining table. “It’s time for our breaking of bread,” He said. I dragged my feet to the table and half listened, half slept. Jesus suddenly stopped.
“You were late today. Where did you go?”
“Oh,” I said uneasily. “Out with some friends”.
“Can I come with you next time?”
“Oh no, never mind. It’s not your thing.”
“So why would you go to a place I can’t go?” He queried.
“I can go wherever I please. I don’t need your permission. I’m done with today’s fellowship. Please let’s meet another time,” I said.
Jesus, my ever-gentle friend, did not argue. He picked up His scroll and left.
It broke my heart to see him go. But I was too proud to call Him back, to tell Him I was wrong.
The next day, I went late again. I dropped a note at the doorknob for Jesus. You can start without me. I will join you soon.
The next week, I dropped another message. Please, Jesus, can you not use the dining room? Some friends are coming over. The guest room is all yours.
On and on it went. I stopped bothering to check the guest room. I was so busy with my old friend and his friends.
One day, while reveling with my friends, I remembered MY FRIEND. I asked for help, but none came. I dragged myself outside. My old friend came out and saw me. “There’s more for you here. The party’s just begun. Come and join us.”
Then I saw the loop: I was reveling in discontent, reveling in sadness, reveling in emptiness. I shook my head with a firm “NO” and trudged on home.
The night was cold. The wind bit into my skin. I was tempted to go back but I soldiered on. Home. Jesus. Warmth.
I got home. Looked in the guest room. Saw Him, with His oil lamp. Waiting for me. As always. He looked up at me. “You came today. Welcome.”
A tear slid down my cheek. I went to Him, knelt and sobbed. No words. “I am here for you, I love you,” He said
Like a lamp bursting forth, I broke down in tears. After an hour of reconciliation, I gave Him some keys.
“What are these for?”
“They are the keys to my home, my heart and everything I have. I surrender it all to you. I can’t control my life right. But you can. So, I surrender all.”
Jesus smiled His oh, so loving smile, touched my head and said.
“All is forgiven. You are free”.
I have never regretted that decision.
EMENIKE CHINWENDU VICTORIA
Leaving behind all I’ve labored for under the sun
This body of mine has been subjected to much pain and torture
Would it be ready to leave this earth during the rapture?
Or just someday in the future?
Would I be on His right side or the other side?
Would it be a day of joy or tragedy?
That day, I would have to give an account of all my activities
All that would matter would be judgement Cause all of my possessions would matter no longer
Then the mortal me will become immortal
And the imperfect me would have a chance to become perfect
But if I be judged by what I deserve
Then there wouldn’t be need for judgement cause my heart’s already filled with guilt
But by virtue of His grace
I’ll strive for the good confession while on earth
Cause by it my sins are cleared without a trace
Boldly I can now come to His throne of grace
And I will keep sharing my salvation story
That though I had fallen short of His glory
Christ in me will forever be my hope of glory.
For God to show the ultimate love, He had to come down as a man in order to be touched with the things that makes man man.Favour Omeje
About 4 years ago
I slammed the doors against the world
It hated me rightfully because that was the energy I gave
Stayed behind those shut doors waiting for approval
Fathoming a route of escape
From the confidence behind me
I am entitled to be happy—aren’t I?
We stood side by side on the same floors—we have flaws
We asked to be forgiven—we have our levels of offensiveness
But the gravity I put on my incapabilities seemed to work fine on me
Disallowing every created escape velocity I needed to enter the Believe space
I created this boundary
The IM between perfections
Below this boundary, I couldn’t feel happy
It was ravage upon ravage
This soul was dying
Then someone knocked with these words “I love you”
Go away I responded, no one does love a misfit
“But I do and that is why I have decided to take your place while you take mine
Come Live my life and I will sort yours out
Use my garment threaded with love and if you assume anything less than I promise
Feel free to come to these premises, knock and the prince of this world shall welcome you”
I didn’t return
The light it brought subdued my unbelief
And restrained me of myself
Set me off like a bomb, like a traveler
You’re the first step and the last
Breath, breadth and bread
Throw me up like a baby in the air
You’re the gum to my laughter
sticking up for me
Sporting fangs for me
Roar through me like a water out of a dam
Damned to your salvation because you Ctrl+S’d me
What am I?
You say I am son
Barrabas, Redeemed, a Winner
But what do you have to gain?
What does the moon have to profit from a lighter?
I am standing here,
with my hands up,
burning with your words.
Full of them, fool of then
Rebellious to the dark
Obedient to delight
and The Light
Waiting in worship, for you
To ignite me and incinerate me
Until I phoenix to your words.
The words that excite me
with the answer.
I am a believer, unable to esc…
Fired from my death
Hired by my life