The Harvest is Here!

Our vision statement as a team, in Isaiah 61:1-3 said something pretty interesting in the latter end.
“…that they may be called “oaks of righteousness”

This year God has laid it in our hearts to go out and bring in the harvest and announce that there is a harvest. God has commissioned us to do this till as many as would listen will be indeed oaks of righteousness.

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The Harvest is Here!

FULL FOOL

It was clear that I wasn’t full of anything
But everyone could bet that I was full of myself.

You would think I would weigh a thousand tons when the contents of me were turned into a bag and placed on a weight but I am that feather

Blown

By every wind of doctrine.

See, I had seen suits;
Seasons 1 to 5, and 6, and 7,
Yet
Nothing in the whole seasons of life could suit to cover the empty shell I hid in the well pressed excuse of the suit I wore. ME.

The real me;
Who knew nothing. Just occasional passages from the bible I could jump on, and like a frog; hip-hop on from time to time just to prove that I haven’t been listening to the ‘devil’s music’ and so I dress to kill, looking ‘smart’ on Sundays, my proof that I was scent enough. And I was worthy enough to lift up holy hands with. The cufflinks of doubts connecting my wrist to my chest.

I was unworthy! And I knew it!

I knew it, because whenever I saw people dig in the corners of new buildings around my house I saw something I would never be; WELL.

I felt alone in the world
I knew what I had wasn’t enough
I even told friends I needed space for it felt more natural to the man I was
We all did church, but when I checked how far I had come with what I called the gospel,
I knew it was useless

You are saved by him,
But you are condemned,
Unless you save yourself.

But that was before his light came
The light came
Delight came when his light came
It tasted sweet but I wept;
oxymoron like sugarcane

I got to know how good I was
I got to know who he was
And he told me who I was;

Till then I had always felt I knew so much
But the fool in me was revealed when the wise in him chose a foolish way to change the full in me.

I emptied myself and took him in
And till now,
I’m still intoxicated by the love he gave.

I can now brag about being full
And I don’t need to be full of myself to do it.

It was the first time I learnt, that the first ‘useless’ letter of him, could arrest the empty space in me and make me ‘W’hole.

MISS FORTUNE

This is a story about a girl in her twenties and a guy in his twenties; late.

They went
On a date when every other person walked into the mall hands in hands and shoulders;
That’s today.

Their fates already sealed by the late mr Kori and little Miss Kate.

So I know, and you know that he would be leaving this evening with a no,
And she would have dodged another bullet of a man sent to rent what’s left of the tattered clothing of her shadowed past,
Park into her heart with no rent.

Brothers and sisters, you relate with this right?

How often do we already decide what he intends, from the last person we met who was from the same tribe?
Has the same look, with a similar beard, same complexion, from the same country;

How we now act like everyone with the same ‘dark’ name plays the same bad game has left me wondering;
If this field will ever be fair.

I mean, long before I came along your path someone, somewhere already did my name a smear, so all I do with whatever I do, or do not, would be to remind you of him, how awful?

And when you can’t seem to box me you still find a box to box me, your low blow finds a way to make ‘all men, all women, the same’

Dear dearie;
Just because we all carry the Y chromosome doesn’t make us the same with your EX, the same way your X doesn’t make you miss Kate,

Our meeting was not a mistake.
I am not Mr. Kori.
I wouldn’t choose quick seconds over the trust you give;
I wouldn’t love you and leave;
Or maybe I would, but please

Let me not pay for what he did.
And don’t let him pay for what I did,

And if you can do this for me, I promise to hold up my own end of this bargain, and not think you only came for the money,
not let you pay for all she did.

No I’m not saying ‘snap out of it’, I know you still hurt, you are human so you should feel;
but let’s consciously drink from these bars tendered to heal;
And in a short while from now,

A little walk from this bar; we would have drunk to fill.

For only then would we walk into the mall, hands in hand,
And maybe, I would be fortunate enough to get a ‘Yes’ by the end of the night, this time from the real you, on this date, the day we finally let go.

Let’s face it,
Nobody is really real with all the weight;
So we can lose the hate, and plan to love again, today.

THE MANGER

I never expected anything like this

If there was to be a HAGGLE between my will and His I would never have BARGAINED for this
A strange being growing steadily in the belly of my espoused wife

-to-be

Born

-to-give

Life to His BRETHREN

Try having stone as BREAD-THEN you would see that this was not easy to swallow.

It seemed Mary was having a LION’s share of this predicament so I could BEAR to hang on for nine months, just so I would see what this little task that came by night would look like at TWILIGHT. My whole expectation of joy in marriage have suddenly been ECLIPSED by burden, like aligning the sun with the moon I was confused and groping in darkness, hoping that all of this SAGA just like my wife’s water would BREAK-IN-DAWN.
But then again, I had to endure another night of a weir wolf duel.

A tax payment trip to Bethlehem and Mary birthed Him. He who the angels proclaimed was to be named Jesus, Messiah, Holy One, I was in much anticipation I desired to look upon a God. I expected His birth to be like Glory rising, in royalty, magnificence I wouldn’t have been shocked if He was born with a crown to His head but instead when I looked in those eyes all I saw were twinkles.

Twinkle, little stars
I needn’t wonder what you are
For though you came from up above the world so high
Like a simple child you appeared in our lives

Right there, right then, I knew I had found a treasure, a diamond in a child so precious I would run half way across the world to keep Him safe from Herod. I protected a God, YES!!! I never had a normal marriage, but this junction is where my simple life of carpentry collided with God’s spoken word by His prophets and I became the one relevant carpenter in Bethlehem.

My name is Joseph

And I am here to tell you that as sure as darkness never outshines light, Though it might seem like the GOOD ROAD-HIGH SPEED-CAR RACING of your life is becoming a BAD BUMPY-SLOW MO-DONKEY RIDE, and you have fallen off the cliff into a stampede that leaves you picturing your MUFASA’s death, and it SEEM-BAD with everyone like dear uncle SCAR watching, remember that you are the KING’S SON and you would be the LION KING when all of this dust settles.

For no scar, no stampede, no darkness and no dust can outlive the one I have come to reintroduce to you.

I have come to reintroduce Him to you because it seems as those He gave His life to live are yet to realize that they have become living beings, still living off the leavens the Pharisees have been leaving them, leaving the love life left for them to live by the Living one, licking LIME and BITTER LEMONS, tasting but sour GRAPES allow me to heal your liver so you can take in His divine Grace for life in Christ is SWEET

ORANGES

He is THE VINE, you are His branches
If he is DIVINE that makes His branches same. Start acting like the Spirits you are 

Stop putting to shame your High priest. Just because your PLANE has crashed and you are LOST or you have been constantly SKIPPING MEALS like someone practicing for the HUNER GAMES doesn’t make God is dismayed in your situation see casts are going up you should give Him some credits

Make Him director, producer, script writer, let’s leave this whole movie to Him and do all that we have been called to “acting and costumes”

Dress up every day in full assurance that someone is in total control, His pain is your gain and I would say this again and again, JESUS ROCKS

The celebration of His first breath (CHRISTMAS) to the time He fulfilled His purpose should make you see the distance from a birth pang to an ‘it is finished’ on the cross so when your life becomes crossed and tangled always remember that God’s plans and purposed for people prevails

TRUST GOD NOT YOU, TRUST ONE NOT TWO, and He has spoken better things to abound for you in Christ now if you would put your whole faith on His ABIDING WORD nothing would be able to THUG at this.

Once again I am Joseph, the one relevant carpenter in history

God’s word, God’s sword, God’swill God will make you relevant wherever you find yourself today.

Listen to this, reason a bit

If LIFE ETERNAL could come in something as common as a manger, how ironically possible can God be in seemingly impossible situations?

God bless you.
#ucTRUTH
#AllHailTheKing