He is the loftiest thought in all of literature? He is more than just stories told… He is the Word. He is more than just a page turner. He is that one who walked into the grave and broke it chains. The same one who ventured into the nether reaches of hell and smashed the hold of inordinate ordinances. He is the one who turn around our captivity, leading captivity captive. He is more than a carpenter… He is the one nailed to a beam, whose blood plastered forgiveness on all humanity. The one who embraced our humanity and our iniquity and with one fell swoop crushed sin, sickness and strife. The one whose hands planted the stars in the fields of space and healed the scars on our face. He is more. Who can measure the worth of a soul? For what price would you trade yours? Yet He empties himself for you. He barters all His divinity –
I read this poem and I was … Just read and ponder. We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin We believe everything is OK as long as you don’t hurt anyone to the best of your definition of hurt, and to the best of your knowledge. We believe in sex before, during, and after marriage. We believe in the therapy of sin. We believe that adultery is fun. We believe that sodomy’s OK. We believe that taboos are taboo. We believe that everything’s getting better despite evidence to the contrary. The evidence must be investigated And you can prove anything with evidence. We believe there’s something in horoscopes UFO’s and bent spoons. Jesus was a good man just like Buddha, Mohammed, and ourselves. He was a good moral teacher though we think His good morals were bad. We believe that all religions are basically the same- at least the one that we read was. They all believe in love and goodness. They only
Please check out my book Cookies with Christ” here: http://goo.gl/OyMvAm It was neither noon nor night. The skies were clear as day yet I could see the stars in splendid array. This looked like the Eden that Moses described. Watered by rivers from the 4 corners of the earth. Teeming with verdant vegetation and virile creatures. But it was more beautiful. The light that shone was not from the sun or the moon. It was the glow of the Almighty that Job’s friend spoke of. It poured forth from Papa and seemed to swallow me up. Papa held my hands and led me down the paths green with righteousness. There was no shadow of doubt. There was no inkling of fear or worry. I was perfectly calm. I felt like Peter when Jesus held his hands and walked him back to the boat. Underneath the evergreen foliage of His presence we walked and talked. We talked about how He protected Ilo.
Welcome back to my blog. I apologize for my absence. Please nominate these guys for the Nigeria Blog Awards: @zaphnath_paneah and @EZEDAKING. Yes! I know the title of this post makes no sense. Blame it on the bottle of chilled Ribena. ANYWAYS to understand the piece that follows you need to be familiar with scripture. Enjoy. Once there was a bearded man traveling from Jerusalem to Jericho, and he fell by the wayside among thorns, and the thorns spring up and choked him. He was the prodigal son and he was looking for the land of milk and money, honey. And as he went on, he didn’t have money, and he met the Queen of Sheba, and she gave him 1,000 talents of gold and 100 changes of raiment. And he got into a chariot and drove furiously, and when he was driving under a big juniper tree, his hair caught on a limb of that tree, and he hung there many