GENERATIONS

I have really wise friends
I have really smart friends
And then I have these other friends. These ones I don’t know how to classify them.

For when you hear their thought process, you will wonder if this part of the body called a brain is vestigial in some animals.
When they utter words, you automatically want an occupation with hammers for every thing they say make you want to break their head.

But then I got to thinking;
6 years,
10 years;
200 years from now and these same ‘not so senseless’, poor in making decisions, and utterly tiring friends of mine would be known as ‘the ancestors’
A status men will begin to idolize.

I see us use a whole lot of our mind’s compartment to believe things that were told to us by people who couldn’t figure out simple things, I mean, some of the very learned of them actually argued that the earth was flat, like a table.

Hollup!

I am not even talking about the unlearned ones from your villages that birthed those you now call grandpa. Just imagine it.

They told you to pour drinks on the floor for the ancestors and you agree, well it’s *Omenala, so it can’t be broken.
They said a woman should be shorn when her husband dies and well, who are we to not obey the voices of ignorance passed down to us?

We carry knowledge like tentacles on a snail’s head but still slip back into the cave of ignorance we use to shell whatever good we can make of life, just because we have been told to ‘stand on the wisdom of the elders’,
Now guess who said that? ‘THE ELDERS’

I feel this is rigged.

Then our faith, love, strength, and even humanity is subject to a broken past called tradition,
Something that might have been suggested by a ‘not so smart’ old man who was only opportune to live before us.

So I take a stand today.
I will relate with the rules of the ancestors like they were still alive now
I will weigh their wisdom based on how wise it is, NOW!
I will not waste my time in their myth, only to satisfy their dead bones long gone with the sands of time.

I will make decisions now and then advice younger generations to learn from my words, but before I go from this earth;

I will let them know I wasn’t the wisest
I wasn’t the smartest
I was as man as man can be

And most of all;
As they grow, and find better ways to do what I said couldn’t be done,

They shouldn’t be afraid to discard my letters and fly the plane of their imaginations to outer space and back.

For no matter how sacred we decide to treat the scrolls of heroes past,
And bend always to their judgments on matters, using them as the ultimate yardstick to measure life.

I dare say that many of them were also as confused as we are at some points of important decisions,
And to crown it all, some chose wrongly.

Which only goes to say that we with them were all normal humans.

And if I won’t let another man dictate what I do and decide I run my life, I’m including the great ancestors too.

 

*Omenala is the Igbo(Nigerian Language) word that means tradition

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.

M&M- Gifts pt 3

We would now go to the other 3 gifts that say something.I would like us to go through the scriptures, check out these gifts and then if you have any question as pertains the study, you can just ask and get a reply.

The gifts that say something

*Prophesy

*Divers kinds of tongues

*Interpretation of tongues

PROPHESY

The simple gift of prophesy have been mistaken to be FORE TELLING. That is not a right way to think else you would run into the cofusion of trying to differentiate between the gift of prophesy and the word of wisdom.

Prophesy is FORTH TELLLING. It is not to predict some certain events in the future, but just speaking out by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit in a language we understand. Paul said in 1Corinthians 14:3 but he that prophesieth speaketh unto men to edification, and exortation and comfort.

That is exactly what the simple gift of prophesy is, when you speak with an unknown tongue no one is edified, but if you interpret in a known language, you have prophesied.

In Acts 21:9-10 a distinction was made between some daughters that prophesied and then a man named Agabus who was a prophet. And being a prophet or any of the other ministerial gifts is not a portfolio, they are all jobs. I think we would get into that pretty soon because everyone has been called to ministry and it is full time too for everyone.

I hope I was clear on the gift of prophesy? Now I would show an example of prophesy from a place in the bible to show there can be no single fore telling and it would be prophesy. How many of us have manifested these gifts but we do not know because we have been ignorant of spiritual things, Paul doesn’t want that for the Corinthian church anymore than God wants it for us. Lets look at it Luke 1:67-79

Verse 67 says “and his father Zacharias was filled with the Holy Ghost, and prophesied, saying

Now if you read through you won’t see any specifics on fore telling, but he spoke forth divine things as the Spirit enabled him. Am sure if anyone had listened, they would be very edified. That is an example.

Lets take the last two gifts together

DIVERSE KINDS OF TONGUES AND INTERPRETATION OF TONGUES

These two gifts are the only gifts exclusive to the church, the gifts exclusive to the new testament.

It is as simple as it sounds, the gifts of tongues. If you notice divers in the King James Version was italicized it means it was added when translating to make up for laguage barriers, so these gift of tongues manifests in one way, the person speaking does not have any idea what is been said.

Unless interpretation comes in.

You might speak in tongues and it would be the language of another person as inspired by the Spirit, the person would understand you.

Paul made an interesting disctinction on two kinds of tongues 1Corinthians 13:1 tongues of men and tongues of angels.

Tongues of men is simply speaking a known language that you didn’t learn but men know it while tongues of angels is speaking mysteries that no man knows. The knowledge is not fruitful without an interpretation.

Now interpretation of tongues is not one heavy duty too, Paul said you should pray to interpret too as much as you speak 1Cor 14:13. If you ask God, if you desire, if you are willing to give it expression, you would see them happen.

In prayers, it is best to speak with tongues because it would be praying from our spirit Romans 8:26

At times we have the urge or burden to pray and we don’t know why we are praying, who we are praying for or what to even pray for: at this point pray in other tongues and you would be praying God’s divine will you can never pray amiss when praying this way.

As you pray at times, you get to narrow down to a person or a place, in your spirit, or you might receive a word that directs you and then you would know exactly why you have prayed or you are praying, however if this doesn’t happen, pray and leave it alone. Just pray!!!

When this prayer is done in tongues it happens at times that you begin to know some words in your spirit that you would speak out, just speak them out. At times you would pray in tongues for a long time and have just two words to say in your understanding, at other times you have prayed for a little while and by inspiration you are speaking for minutes. There is no formula to this, just follow the Spirit,

He does the leading and you do the yielding.

Glory to God.
Any questions as regards this teaching or the former teachings is welcome, just drop it on the comment box and someone would get back to you, if you want to be reached via email or any other platform, we would work something out
Always remember

YOU ARE SAVED

YOUR SALVATION IS SURE

IT IS A REALITY

STAY IN GRACE.

Till next time, I love you.

Njoku Uchechi
Official Christapoet Team Poet

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

WHAT NEXT!!!???

Do I begin with me or do I begin with God? I wonder.

Well I heard He was the architect of life no wonder the battle line was drawn from birth, because it seems like every free breath He gave was a sword fight for survival. Blood thirsty “me and others” doing all we can to win territories.

Let me show you how we fight in life for life, it’s like gasping for breath in breath; till we eventually go from life with breath, to no breath, to death and finally leave the earth just for foes to waltz through our boarders, or at best we ‘will’ it to some close others, would you really call this living? I mean look at him

He would work at being the best, no time for leisure, ‘forget that fellowship thing’ he’d say… ‘I came to school to learn, that’s the aim of this phase’, so now all those monotonous years amount to this,  WHAT NEXT? Why this rat race? Ok he would use this certificate, get a job I mean shooting at these grades must score a point!

Well at least he wasn’t like us who would bask in the arms of deception, speak the language of the brothel, drip the poison of narcotics, embracing and embraced by mass frolicking with filth and savouring the spoils of wasted years…Now there’s a next step to take, and it seems like doing this all over again is stupid…  WHAT NEXT? Why this rat race?

We have been going in circles so now we feel boxed in and have only earned the gloves to fight but since we don’t care about anyone, alas no opponents, we are left throwing punches at ourselves, getting high in moments like we are eagles on mountain tops just to fall back face-down to depression, is there no end?

Or shouldn’t there be like a peak to all these guilty pleasures? That height where we would get to and eventually burst into freedom?

I heard of a lady who was told that indeed there was an ultimate! ‘A place of rest’ they said… ‘a place of rest you say?!’ her eyes lit up with excitement. Get married, have kids, make sure He is rich! Then you’d have eternal life…. Don’t look at her that way, that’s how it sounded. So now she is home, three screaming kids, a dirty house and a dog, murder threats lurking in her heart, ready to kill those who gave her this false gospel; a story of total abundance and satisfaction once you choose to journey east to the plains of Jordan, only to become lots wife, joining a group of lost wives who just wanted to fill their slot so they cast their lots and escaped to marriage only to get caught in the acts. Now looking back in time it would show life had taken its toll on these pillars of salt and getting out would give you a divorce label by the same ones who preached this gospel to you, sharing what was on their minds and tagging you in comments like “over aged singles” which made you aim to please social networks of friends, now you see the set-up and realized Abraham’s choice of taking it slow at greener-pass-views was better so I ask WHAT NEXT?

this is WHAT’s NEXT

I heard an enthusiastic one say one time that life had been called into dry bones before, where though one could have so much or even have none that person would have enough.

Where deep voids were levelled with unimaginable peace. The fellow spoke of this Jesus. The one who would mend broken hearts and calm raging storms of suicidal thoughts for no just cause.

Oh wait,

 There is a cause, he said Christ did it because He is so in love with us.

Permit me to laugh, it made no sense… but then I encountered the words that broke my soul and conquered this stone now turned heart, how any man that believed was made new… and I became this one that speak to you with a clear view; now do I begin with me or do I begin with God?

I have done me for so long to realize there are no escape routes but one. The ONE WAY, ONE TRUTH and ONE LIFE that holds dearly those who would dare to believe that He has paid for all the mistakes they make trying to survive this rat race and give up their no life for His grace, His life of total peace.

I am not saying the storms would be over, but I firmly promise that you would never ship-wreck while riding with Him, because while your life loses breath and stops in death, His life ends in eternity, “whenever that is”

I know you have tried for so long but have never come to making a good decision, now you have that chance to do so.

So next time I draw a portrait of those to whom I ask ‘WHAT NEXT” you wouldn’t be found within the frames of my picture.

Choose Jesus, get a life now!!!

#RayTruth.

 

a SWEET DEAL

This is not the first time it would be heard, these little voices in my head
I’m beginning to actually doubt if this could be from my head or does my heart play a major, creating sounds like a broken record; because It seems like these weird voices become clearer when I am in a state after the whole or a part of my heart has been torn apart.
The voice of God, the voice of my spirit and the voice of the devil at times sound exactly the same, so maybe I should neglect them all and be led by what I am being taught in a world of shame, because if mad men hear voices too and are sent to the asylum, then silencing these voices is safe, or maybe trying to do that is actually what will then drive you insane.
But I got a deal;
I do not know if am the only one who has ever had this deal, so I want to extend an invitation to find out if I am the only one of my kind amongst mankind who has had to deal with a deal as inviting as this, if I made a mistake or might get a second chance to reconsider after rejecting initially, this deal that came to me so swiftly from someone I could not see but felt so strongly, so much that I had to speak out loudly before he left me.
Voices
Everyone had at one time or another been led by a whole lot of them but it all boils down to how you respond; then a yes, no, or even deciding to ignore would definitely be recorded to you as one of your choices.
What have you been given? I have fallen and risen times without number that it has caused me to reason, then I found out that since the devil has a cycle that only ends in death and I am still living, then whatsoever he had done or is doing to me would have taken me, but it took Christ to take me in and give me a new beginning. So I am done selling myself cheap; because since we are all farmers, I want to be very careful in the end the things I would reap.
I had a deal;
The enemy comes to destroy, to kill and to steal then Christ comes to give life, forgive sins and to heal; but heaven is His throne and the earth His footstool, sitteth at the right hand of the father, further than all principalities and power, giving me cover and all His blessings He shower but then to be sitteth with Him would be much honor and stress free, that is the point I almost became carefree, the enemy knows that of a truth I am scare free, so whatever he does on earth to me and those I love so dearly doesn’t even move or scare me.
Then that night, with no lights, left alone with the voices, it came as clear as my voice is “will it not be better to just leave this world of pain and death-in, so you can die and go to heaven now that you are standing?” am paraphrasing, but that was the deal.
I knew every word was true but was stunned receiving them from the devil, he wouldn’t like for me to make heaven, but I have been through quite a lot of odds lately, so maybe he is offering it to me now to be even, yes I deserve to rest from all of the…….. hold on, hold on, hold on, the devil never pities no man.
Now I understand the deal, there is something in me that he was trying to steal, having failed a thousand times to keep me down he now wants to accelerate my going up and out of his way in a sweet deal. To shut me up before I start manifesting and working for my father, to reduce me to a mere man who just walked the earth and left weak foot prints on the sea shore which would be soon forgotten on the next wave from the sea, see it was appealing, that is what every Christians dream is, but I was careful not to give in, because as 24,4,5 the letter from Matthew revealeth, the Lord is not after the servant who would return home, but the one who gave His people their meat In due season. I mean in due season.
So this is my reason, to stare death in the face and with the authority in the name of Jesus say no to its deal. I know in the end I would leave this world and heaven is where I am sure to be, but now I have got work to do here: dead to raise, sickness to heal, demons to cast out and seriously the blind has got to see; thank God I resisted this deadly deal, now I am waiting for angels to minister unto me.
A word from God; if you are reading this, and you have had thoughts of suicide or giving in to death, it is not your time, there is something the enemy is trying to cut short. He could not get to you so he is hoping you would help him do it yourself. And you evil spirit, I speak to you directly, by the authority in the name of Jesus, leave that body, in Jesus name I pray, Amen. You are covered by the blood of Jesus, God bless you.

By
Njoku Uchechi