What do you do with a life that never ends? How does knowing that affect your way of living? I know how easy it is to forget that life never ends for us , definitely not with all the poems that stir our sentimental feeling. When we read about lines on the face of the old man, the drooping eyes in the face of a sad woman, the greying hairs, the movies with husbands lost in wars and so on . It stirs us . It makes us cry, it makes us nostalgic, but it always does another thing. It distracts us from remembering that all that is just a drop of life. Life is forever. In a sense, it never dies. We never die .
Without much wordiness, I want to say that God is the best thing to happen to anyone. God is the best that there is . I have recently been feeling lethargic from the fact that there is nothing left in this world to satisfy. The eyes see and never gets satisfied. The ears hear and want to hear more but there is no one good like God. From the bottom of my heart I cannot recommend anything purer than God . God is Holy and I mean that with every power of reasoning I possess and He is just excellent in ways that words cannot explain. No one knows it all, but God is so magnificently knowledgeable. I feel like I have come truely to the end of my ropes of wander and wondering what is, what can be. There is nothing. God is all that there truely is . It’s hard to want to breathe this out everywhere but the truth is everything else is like smoke , like a mist that disappears. God is all in all is all I can say and I wish everyone could say this too. God is better than anything you own and value at the moment. He is so pure and Holy and good and you can repeat this all day because it is the truest thing you have ever read.
I get strange inspiration at strange times, like when I am hanging my clothes and wondering if my cotton blouse is undergoing expansion because it was washed in cold water and now under the hot sun. Like doors expanding and contracting in summer, no? Winter? uh…At one time I knew my Chemistry. Physics? But anyway , that spot on the lawn or more like our front yard is where I thought up the words “Devil’s faith” . I realized that the Devil believes in more people on earth than they do him. This time, I do not intend believe to mean the faith we have in God to work, but the actual simple belief that He exists. Yes, the devil knows we exist and is working on that information more than many people know. So, I could say he is filled with more faith than we probably think .
You believe that there is one God. Good! Even the demons believe that–and shudder. NIV James 2:19
The field of contentment is a very tricky one. To be content, you need to know exactly what makes you hungry . Are you hungry because everyone is hungry and so , well, you decide you must be hungry as well? For in the field of contentment, hunger can be like yawning. You don’t feel like eating, but everyone’s eating and even though you don’t necessarily need or want to eat that, you decide to, because you have to , because everyone is doing it and it tastes good. What am I saying? A good job tastes good in the pocket, a good house tastes good, a good car and all that life has to offer tastes good, but water and bread can be filling too and you don’t necessarily starve either.
But what about a bigger plate? When we are just tasting delicacies, just because they are hard to get, just because well, they are exquisite? Just because we are in a higher circle. We don’t necessarily need to , especially after a good meal. Now, its more for the bling. We are not necessarily hungry in this case, but we can at least later on talk about it . We tried so and so, did you know ? In Japan? France?
Lack of contentment is like many people running in a jungle, in a narrow lane, on another man’s track, trying to get to his house instead of yours. It’s like having a job, but instead of going to your office to do your job, you go taking photographs of people in their offices and then go home and to pretend -practice their jobs . It can be frustrating.
You cannot , cannot run another man’s race. You cannot run because everyone is running . You shouldn’t be pressurized to run because you have legs . Legs are for walking too you know, especially if you want to look around the beauty in your surroundings. How do you do that when running so fast?
I know it is hard when the first appears to become the last
I know it is hard when everyone seems to get the things you struggle to get so easily
I know it is hard when you feel you are so qualified for a position and aren’t chosen
but I also know that the race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned; but time and chance happen to them all.
I also know who holds time and chance.
I know you feel like psalm 73
For I was envious of the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
4 For they have no pangs until death;
their bodies are fat and sleek.
5 They are not in trouble as others are;
they are not stricken like the rest of mankind.
6 Therefore pride is their necklace;
violence covers them as a garment.
7 Their eyes swell out through fatness;
their hearts overflow with follies.
8 They scoff and speak with malice;
loftily they threaten oppression.
9 They set their mouths against the heavens,
and their tongue struts through the earth.
10 Therefore his people turn back to them,
and find no fault in them.[a]
11 And they say, “How can God know?
Is there knowledge in the Most High?
There is Knowledge in the most high and He will fulfil His purpose for you .
Even the devil knows that I am a winner-Nigerian song
American Standard Version
Put to death therefore your members which are upon the earth: fornication, uncleanness, passion, evil desire, and covetousness, which is idolatry
Let it die.
To the one who can give much more ex nihilo, who can make manna fall from the skies and call the birds from afar. The one who makes rocks gush out water, turns stones into bread and can make them sing out His name. To the one who knows the stars by name and knows my unformed substance and is worthy of praise, I say, I will be satisfied, I will be satisfied by You.
You know my story from afar. In the depths of the oceans , You are with me. In the darkness, you see me just as in the light. When I sit, you sit. There is no running away from Your presence. This knowledge is so high, I cannot attain it. That Your thoughts , the ones centered on me are just as numerous as the sands of the earth, and all to give me an expected end, a sure future and a hope. How great is Your love towards me . Not life, not death, not circumstances, not angels, not demons can separate me from you. You are my Abba.
Through my loses, through my gain, through the excruciating pain , through the famine, in my lack and want,in sickness and in health, through good times and bad times, in riches , You’ve been there all the time. Behind the scenes, ahead of me , always by my side. I know who goes before me , the God of angels armies is always by my side.
So that when I look up to the hills from whence cometh my help, I remember that It cometh not from the East or from the West. When I am misunderstood or not understood, I know it is not something You are unaware of, O son of God, tried in ways just like me .
And when You fulfil Your purpose in my life, You alone will take all the glory, because I looked to my left and to my right and I found none. My best friend whom I shared bread with who turned away from me gone too, but You know how it feels just after the cock crowed thrice.
Just like Job, I get the ah’s and oh’s and the glances and the stares and the sighs and the looks nudging me , asking me “but where is your God?”
My God is in the heavens, the one who made heaven and earth.sun shall not smite me by day nor the moon by night. Though a thousand fall by my side and ten thousand by my right hand, it shall not come near me . I will look with my eyes and see the deliverance of the Lord , my king.
Oh my soul, take heart and do not lose courage. Hope in the lord , hope in the Lord still. The righteous shall be established.
You entered me and I became possessed by you. My eyes no longer saw for themselves, my ears no longer heard for themselves , and I no longer breathed for myself. You saw with my eyes and I saw with Yours . Whenever I asked, You gave me Yourself and we became One.
But I am a girl with unclean lips! I have drunk the wine of Babylon and lovers wait to cheer me on. Their pleasures are so enchanting, but they eat into me , like a worm in an apple, like a serpent in my glass it bites and like a drying stream, they make me pant and I rush like a deer.
I am flesh and blood and though You see thousands of years as seconds, to me they remain very long years. I try to comprehend, I imagine it as a third party and it makes sense. Ah! Yes, I say . This is just for a moment and bliss forever. But then the cock crows, the bird chirps and night comes again. Life gets in the way and I cannot remain dreamy eyed with the bills on my table, with the mundane tasks that yawn to intellectuallism.
So even when I know it doesn’t matter, it will pass anyway. i understand it all but my flesh is only human. You made it afterall and who can resist that power that You made? The power of desire. Like a zombie it moves to the note of the physical, like when I enjoy a good meal and would not mind owning another body, one who will hold me tight.
So that I esteem a little second, even when I know it is just a second compared to eternity. But the mind is finite and it is difficult to make it infinite in the finite body. It is given to all. Blessed is he who can accept this saying, and to those who have been given this gift.
You enter me and You possess me, and when we are in the spirit, whom have I in heaven but you and on earth I desire none but You. But leave me and again I am in the body, and I have the body and we speak but…
Monotones. A one sided conversation to my physical ears. Search my heart, I say desperately and see if there be any wickedness in me …and see if I can ever enjoy a good gift without it becoming idolaterous, or take my body and let us truly be one forever without the obstruction of my flesh.
Truth is not found by asking me to look in your eyes…
Truth is not in a long stare into your pupil…
It is not in my investigation of your cornea…
Are they red enough?
No. Truth is not in the color of your eyes…
Truth is not found in the plea in your voice…
You say”look at me …”as if it is written on the face
I don’t like looking at faces;it makes me uncomfortable
Truth is truth and for all I know, you might be suffering from dry eyes…
For all I know, your eyes might be watering up because you were caught in a lie…
Truth does not need your face…
It is independent of you and me
It just is…
Tell me the truth
Don’t take me into the oceans of your features
I might not be able to navigate when you color it with your color of your eyes…
When the plea in your voice causes me to see with my ears
Something we know is impossible…
Tell me the truth
Let truth speak for itself
…and the furits of the Holy Spirit are:
worry anxiety fear distrust rash and hurried decisions motivated by fear pain dissatisfaction
ack of courage lack of peace and confusion complaining irritation feeling overwhelmed blaming everyone dread of the future
No. But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness NIV Gal. 5:22
It is time to reclaim lost territitory. If you are feeeling and experiencing things which God never promised you to feel, despite how impossible you feel it is to get rid of those things that seem to plague the rest of mankind, begin to reject it. We are not promised ordinariness either and the usual. Here are God’s promises no matter what circumstances we face and we must hold God to His word. He is accountable to His promises and must do it as He says :
1 Thessalonians 5:24English Standard Version (ESV)
24 He who calls you is faithful; He will surely do it.http://www.whatsaiththescripture.com/Promises/Promises.Safety.html
Yesterday I was talking to a friend who has no name, no ears, no foresight or sight for that matter. Yea, I was talking to this friend about some great lessons I learnt about swag and how to succeed, and I had lots of good examples which I thought I should share. Now, apart from the fact that I think it was not yesterday or any day in fact in which I had talked to this non existent friend who had this non existent conversation with me , because yours truly had slated it for today, to be had on this blog. Uh.. Um yea… Despite the fact that I have nicely confused you , I shall further proceed with my story.
Story , story…
It all began with Moses . Yep , the very one that is not in your Bible. Moses stood before the burning bush and the story you did not hear is that he took out his phone to take a selfie. Tag #holyground. Now, lets not even talk about the Italian shoes he wore . Oh and my favorite place in your Bible, the place where when all this was over, he took out his swiss watch and said “you rock”. Now Moses was a man of faith we know and all that glitter on his face after meeting with God. Come on , there has gotta be the paparazzizizi yo! ” lets make some dough from this glory brother! So what newspaper was that in when it happened?
Yo. Right. You right. Not in my Bible.
Okay, so Ruth followed Naomi we know. Bought some designers clothes, swimming trunk , went to the beach and all yes we are feminists and should wear what we want. Yes? Anybody? True story or not?
(thought so too. What? That it might not have been the right path to prepare for the messiah)
Scroll, scroll, lets talk about…
John . The one who was the Baptist. Got a phd, attended great seminars, shook hands with world leaders, had a fine lady by his side , the world complete and then one day he did not shave and locusts was just good enough, thank you honey dear , but this camel skin does it for me . Shall I add , no reality show contracts for the bro anyway. Crazy don’t pay .
And none of these stories are real.Mary did not wear fur coats or wear a diamond. The end
Or not.because the question to ask is: what can i do without in this life and what really am I,you ,living for. For whom?