PAINT THE SKIES WITH BLUE

Let the drums roll

Paint the sky with blue

Let the lights glow

Cast a hue of blue

Put on your dancing shoes

Fitted tight with glue

It's an awesome day

It's a day of bloom...

AND YET ANOTHER TRAGEDY...

It all started with travelers pooled together from various nationalities, ethnicity and socio-economic backgrounds waving goodbyes to their loved ones not knowing that would be but their last encounter. Eager faces to one known destination only to end in destinations unknown, never to be seen or heard of again.

Victims of circumstances, consequences of the evil that now laden man's heart. Great minds, scientists who have given their lives to finding solutions to the challenges of the society. Technocrats and investors who were mentors to many and a figure of hope to their families and the world around them. Children in their entirety who had known or done no wrong violently taken away from their loved ones. Wives from husbands, husbands from wives, children from mothers.

Why has fate dealt thus? What can fill this great gap left behind by these great and lovely people? We find solace in knowing that though the world has deteriorated thus and now is greatly flawed; to some, these scars will heal someday. Even if not in this age, perhaps in the age to come and we look up to this great hope. My heart still bleeds and i'm wowed at the monster some men are becoming.

To the fallen with Malaysian MH17,  the world will in no hurry forget this terrible tragedy. I can only hope that you find rest, away from the chaos and unrest that forms the constellation of signs of the beginning of the end. 

It is the end of the world as we know it, let all living stand on their guard and be vigilant. The world is nothing but a shadow; here today and tomorrow no more. Let us therefore be steadfast, Christ in us the hope of glory...

  

THE CALL!

It is indeed a beautiful sunday morning. Each day of our lives it behooves us to recognize the father of light who has made it possible for us to see this day. Grace found us just at the nick of time when it seems all was falling apart and the fort could no longer hold,mercy kept us till this day and just as the psalmist would say 'who art man that thou art mindful of him? And the son of man that thou visitest him'. Truly our God has been faithful and choosing to tabernacle in us is a mystery that only depths of love could fathom and it would take eons to unravel. 

The difference between any two persons is not the amount of fame or amount of wealth they possess because all men were created equal what distinguishes people in the sight of God is the emblem of the light and truth upon their hearts. While some persons are on the fast lane of life driving blindly to damnation others are on the course of truth moving towards life eternal. So what do we owe them that knoweth not the truth? Do we bid them good-speed on their quest or do we see it as a duty to help these ones see Christ? 

A lot as gone down in history, the sacrifices and the lessons are not to be ignored. Many payed steep prices for you to be saved u may not have known, imagine been born in a village enmeshed in darkness i bet you wont even have the slightest clue what the good news is let alone receive the gospel and that was what the bible meant in rom 10:14.

So lets arise to our responsibility and just as Paul saw the Macedonian besiege him saying come over and help us act 16:9 . So are there voices of many beckoning on us. 

Christ is relying on us, it takes love to fully comprehend the mystery of the cross.Christ would not want anyone he died for to be lost and we his followers (christians) must do our part to fulfill his heart desires.

ACTION PLAN 

 PREPARE TO GO: Indeed how beautiful are the feet of them that publish good tidings.

PRAY : Pray for the unreached people groups that the light would break forth in their midst God can save people through diverse ways even in ways that are least imaginable.

SUPPORT : support the work of God going on in various mission fields,encourage the missionaries out there.

MISSIONS MOBILIZATION: Mobilize and equip missionaries as much as it lies within you.

Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season... 2 tim 4:2

             GOD BLESS YOU

CHRISTMAS.....WHEN ALL IS COME AND GONE

When the celebrations are come and gone

No more twinkling lights 

No more christmas carols blazing

What is  left with us is the sweet memories we savor.

Pictures of happy faces,emblazoned in our hearts

Shouts  of merry Christmas ricocheting from all sides,

People sharing love with reckless abandon, things they might not have hitherto done in the 364 days preceding it.

The story seems to be that of love; well actually it is love.

In love Christ was given; born to die for this crooked world.

Through a little babe born in a manger salvation is birthed.

And the world stands in awe to celebrate him.

Christmas is not about the food and drinks neither about the activities therein but it's all about the celebration of Christ.

So while all the activities goes away 

The purpose never really does.

Everyday, a page is turned in the story of love. 

Have u ever paused to ponder: what if we all loved each other?

What if the smiles and joys of the season is portrayed all year long?

What if we dealt with one another in love as Christ himself has portrayed

The world certainly will be a better place.

When all is come and gone, the christmas trees removed, the themes changed,the shouts gradually fading into whispers.

Always remember christmas is his story and his story is our glory.

Christmas as it should be never really ends in our hearts ....MERRY CHRISTMAS NOW AND ALWAYS.

THE BANDWAGON

The campaign is on

Approaching the point of no return

The place of intellectual bankrupcy

Enmeshing the simple,who never stop to ask why.

Always about the status quo

Within premise of finite known

Inferences that appeal

The birth of a propaganda

Spreading like a wild fever.

But anti-conformity is the escape

Tho not without it's challenges

But a noble cause it is 

So away from the generally accepted 

For hitherto have i walked but no further...

THE THUNDERSTORM

The sky is dark

The clouds are gathering

It is happening  again

The winds are blowing and the roofs are chattering

It is night at daylight

The palms are swaying majestically

From side to side like royal masquerades in their full regalia

The birds are in panic and are running to find shelter

Something is imminent.

Soon it will pour down on the earth

In full strength, it will empty itself upon the lands.

Man and beast alike

Seeking shelter from the rains

And I’ll cuddle in my bed, think of people that matter most to me

Reminisce about my past,

Feeling nostalgic for my childhood days when mum will sing sweet lullaby in my ears

I’ll smile to myself and let the rustling sounds of the cool gentle breeze sing me to sleep.

I FELL

Today began with so much promise; I had big dreams and bigger plans. The sun shone brightly mirroring the thoughts in my heart. I was so excited, today is the D day.

I stepped out, there was hardly a gust of wind; the scorching sun beats down mercilessly but I didn't mind, at the least not for a while. I started off with a spring in my steps. The harder I tried, the more my dreams seemed to elude me at first, it didn't soothe me so much but then I saw a man running past me, just like me, he was moving towards his dreams but with so much speed. He waved to me and stopped for a chat.

“Where are you off to friend?” he asked

“On my way to make it big” I replied

He thought for a while and smiled, “I know a shortcut, it will get you there faster” he whispered

Is it a right way? I asked hesitantly

His eyes twinkled “of course not but then you would spend all your life on this path.” And off he went with a smirk on his face. I refused to walk with him; I’ll make it the right way I believed

Many passed me, fast and furious leaving me behind in their wake, many I knew following this strangers path.

The rain began to fall, the road hard to thread, the mud was sticky, I only got slower then I saw the strangers face in my mind “go on slow poke,” he veered, “let’s see you make it on the path of integrity”

I turned only a little and considered the easy way, it wasn’t rainy over there and the rain looked so perfect, does it really matter? I asked myself well, I think it is no big deal.

So I turned and took this path, everything worked out for a while, I was walking and seemed to be happy with everyone, laughing as I went part  of me was gradually being lost but I didn’t really mind. I was on the path to greatness and that was all that mattered to me .all of a sudden, I tripped and fell into a ditch, I did not see it, it looked like the road. I tried to come out of it but I couldn’t my companion laughed, jeered and mocked. They turned their backs. Struggled to stand but I couldn’t. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I was doing well on the road of integrity but now I have fallen all because I took another way.

As I lay down in despair, too weak to get up and too ashamed to ask the father for help, a poem dropped into my heart; a poem about an elementary school teacher and a little boy who has soiled his paper.it said….

                   He came to my desk with quivering lips

                   The lesson was done

                   Have you a now sheet for me dear teacher?

                   I’ve soiled this one

                   I took his sheet all soiled and blotted

                   Gave him a new sheet all unspotted

                   And into his tired heart I cried

                   Do better now my child

With tears falling down, I cried to God. I fell once more but at his feet, then I heard him say

“I have given you a new chance all unspotted and in my tired heart I heard, do better now my child”.

          The sun was up again, I was up at last. I was on my way to purpose and I was not afraid to trek the long road. This time, I rely on my Saviour; only then can I get it right.

(Special thanks to Ekilarz for this beautiful writeup)