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Gambling, The Word and Word of Knowledge

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Hello Friends!

It’s been a hot minute since we did this, and how I’ve missed hanging out with you on this space. In that time, a lot has happened on the team and with us individually, but more importantly, there have been a few Freestyle Fridays we haven’t shared with you. Let’s catch up shall we?

Once again, my name is Miracle, and I hope we have a fun ride together!

Day: The 12th day of May, 2023

Topic: Gambling, The Word and Word of Knowledge

Host: The talented, pun-flinging, passionate Niel

And as is his custom, he opened the floor with this lovely poem:

Spear tip got embarrassed by the handle
Throw down, news keeps melting the candle
Found my lines in the abstract
How we drink souls when we contact
Dirty days till the weekends
God first only on the weekends
And the rope has no weak ends
Just handshakes where the grip ends

Dead Calm interior
My senior is the King and a Savior
Cry Terean
Jesus is the Criteria

He soon chased it with another one:

I heard like a sentence
Knew it like in past sense
This one no be pretense
Holy Spirit snitched this

At the moment of impact,
Choosing to trust the God pact
He said it would happen
But the voice was deep in
What I read about this?
Can’t believe it happened!

Jéh Jéh

Learning to trust what we call the leading
Few years in not as blunt as the beginning
Sometimes I relate what it is I been living
Good to see someone send a nod in
Ministry moments in the dip like Jonah
The Word confirmed being the crux of the matter

But what it looks like?
The pain is locked tight
My skin it hungers
For cream and tundras
The river still flows
To glitch to limbo

I take that One Speech and Gilgamesh things

Then our Captain Sir Godswill Ezeonyeka sent this beautifully loaded piece in:

#word #word #word
and pastor don slap person pikin unto deliverance
but we cannot question spiritual authority abii

#word #word #word
we gamble our freedom on man-made altars
because our souls are cheap enough for miracles

#word #word #word
Is it no longer spectacular enough that Jesus died
Must we travel to the next big event to hear the Spirit within

#word #word #word
God forbid I speak against men of God that minister
But be careful not to exchange God for those men that can fail

#word #word #word
You have the exact same access as any minister of God
The Word is still available, the Spirit is still with you

And then Eremi came in a little later with this:

I see into the future
I see into the past
20 ahead
20 behind
What can I say;
I was born with a 20/20 vision
And I have seen that
The story of a future
Is just as important as his-story
Counting backwards
Aren’t we all living the past in our future
No, not the past you think you remember
The past that was established before you breathed earth’s oxygen
That was the beginning of forgetting who we are
So I looked ahead and saw what it is
In a universe that defeats matter
My days still matter there as it does here
So when I take a step
And talk about it
The blind ones call it gambling
The not so blind ones call it gambling with faith
Only those that see, call it words of knowledge

Then the beautiful Damaris sent in this short, but beautiful piece:

Cards are dealt, bets are made
A rush of adrenaline, a price to pay
The odds are stacked, against my favor
But hope springs eternal, like a savior

30 minutes later, while we were still reacting to and interacting with the pieces sent in, Ini Brown sent in this beautiful poem, pledge, promise:

I’m all in,
I put my chips all on the God for I’m one who believes.
Never ignorant of life’s cards, even the ones up Satan’s sleaves
My odds are chances of mountains being cast into the seas
But faith is a rigged bet, it’s more than the eye sees.

I say again, I’m all in, I stake my life on the God head.
Devil asked to play Russian roulette, but the gun on his head.
My life is hidden in God hand, so I can stake it on his cred.
Now watch what God did, cos I believe what God said.

Apparently Niel wasn’t done, because he came back a few minutes later with this:

I take that one speech and Gilgamesh’s themes,
My conversation hinges on the least of extremes.
Foolish to dyings, apologies abound,
In my red jotter, planning thoughts I’ve found.

I hide, attempting to secure a good thing,
My conversations sway on the slightest string.
Foolish to dyings, some prey on the priest,
Father, father, and mama, the church drama, our feast.

In the dance of conversations, subtle and grand,
Where ideas intertwine and viewpoints expand,
Within discourse, visions take their flight,
Philosophy merges with contemporary might.

Yet I’ve discovered arguments don’t help preaching’s aim,
Except when shared with the boys, Bibles open, aflame.
The tugging of thoughts, a beckoning call,
A glimpse of wisdom, embracing one and all,
For in the fusion of old and new,
True meaning emerges, perspectives imbue.

Is it a gamble, this quest we pursue,
To seek understanding, with eternity in view?
Intertwined in the tapestry we have sewn,
Balancing tradition with a forward glance, we’ve grown.

In the realm of knowledge, a delicate dance,
Bridging the gap of ages, taking a chance,
Molding our thoughts for a world from the Word cast,
Where the challenge is embraced, open minds steadfast.

Weaving threads of insight, where synergy thrives,
Ancient and modern together, truth survives.
Uncovering wisdom that allows us to be,
In this gamble we agree, from silence to the scream, we see.

Stuck in the voting, facing the T,
We will call on him, for in him we’re set free.

Then this session ended with Ebube who always delivered her poems with such gut punching honesty, and grace:

Capital city property site
A bunch of estate men would love to buy.

Who would possibly beat this high price, Oh please say no more
That these ones who sit on rock clefts and cry no cash!!!

Would beat the price,
For I know they won’t.

I know they walk by sight,  citing obvious references instead of the word point blank
A pinch of faith they won’t risk their lives for and hop in, on the swings of doubt they pull left to the right

Mehn….nnn are they blind to light, deaf to true faith birthed  by the word.
The exact faith that comes by simply hearing the word,
A value loaded currency you trade with by disbelieving the world
Word of knowledge to the mud, they never believed a plot could sell for a million naira.

Phew! And that was it for Freestyle Friday Recap of May 5th. I hope you had as much fun reading this as I did making it. Have a beautiful rest of your day!

Authors:
Niel Quchi
Ezeonyeka Godswill
Damaris
Ini Brown
Ebube
Eremipaghmo Pearl

BORROWED LIFE? by Clarkson Ikwunze

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Over time I have often heard folks say to believers:

‘This life you are living is a borrowed life and if you don’t take care of it…’

I understand that this is often said to challenge folks to line up well and take life seriously and then they will say some other times;

‘Your life is like the borrowed axe..’

But recently it dawned on me, we do not have or live a borrowed life, the life we have is a gift given to us by the greatest giver of all times – Christ Jesus

A simple understanding of that will spur us on to living life to its fullest giving pleasure to God.

Last year, I got a pen as a GIFT from a darling friend of mine, the pen came in a pack, with a refill, looking at it I knew it cost a fortune; it was a gift not a borrowed pen.

Because of my revelation of that pen and its cost and who gave it to me, I cherished it, guess what I never used it until early this year, I just kept admiring it and smiling.

The first time that Pen fell to the ground and sustained a little scratch, I felt bad, I quickly rushed for it as though it was an Ipad that fell, picked it and cleaned it like a baby.

That’s a pen!

How much more will we treat the gift of life, if we really come to know its worth and who it was who gave the gift, certainly that would change everything.

Our life is not really a borrowed life, it is a GIFT from the greatest giver of all times.

One time I asked a fellow:

‘Sow this thing into my life’ and she replied; ‘Someone gave it to me as a gift, I cant give it to you, but I can get you another one’ and I smiled.

Haven said that, please, a gift is given to be used and not just to be admired, don’t keep your gift of life in the shelf admiring it and doing nothing with it, use it!

One fellow once came and whispered to my ears:

‘I was so joyed when I saw you using that particular tie I gave you , I was so happy’

Another one said to me:

‘That stuff I gave you, you know I’ve never seen you use it, don’t you like it?’

And I smiled and said:

‘I am sorry I will used it next Sunday and you will see it’

and joy was stirred up in the fellow

God is pleasured when he looks down and sees you using what he gave you, it thrills the fathers heart to see his sons; working with the gift of eternal life.

Don’t Lock it up, Use it

Let men see your good works and glorify your father who is in heaven.

Once more its a Gift and not a Borrowed life: we take care of a borrowed item with a sense of fear, saying

‘Hmm let me not spoil somebody’s thing oo’

But when its a gift, we are motivated by love, joy and kindness to Nurture it and use it to the fullness, we just don’t wanna let it go. They remind us of the GIVER and His Love.

What is Borrowed reminds us of the Owner and what he will do to us if we don’t return his stuff in one piece.

God is a Giver not a Lender

What is Borrowed is to be returned, What is a Gift, is given without revocation or repentance (A change of mind)

God Bless You

GRACE
‪#‎ThatsHowWeWin‬

culled from Facebook

WWF-WHEN THIS TEST WORLD IS OVER PART 2

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Let us consider the earthly educational system for a moment. In an ideal situation parents raise their child to be well educated, hence such a child has to go through many educational centres with each phase having a specific time-frame. The higher one goes up the educational ladder, the more distinct the decisions to be made. Different people choose different courses of study especially at the peak of this ladder which is usually at the Tertiary educational phase. It is never possible that everyone studies the same course, because the beauty of life will be lost and there will be no order. The beauty and right order of life is in different people with different expertises, each person carrying out their role properly in a society.

This is the reason why we have different courses available in the tertiary institutions. And because we study different courses, we therefore go through different learning conditions, write different tests and exams, and also sometimes graduate at different times, depending on our course requirements and oftentimes the school involved too.
Now for a particular graduation year, Continue reading →