Reality of Righteousness

Listening to Pastor Onayinka Olusegun‘s teaching on the Reality of Righteousness and I find the scales falling off my eyes. The constant rhetoric in churches, designed to bombast the believer into a form of righteousness, is that we are to “work for our salvation with fear and trembling”. With voices raised and fists clenched the preacher with all his garb and garrulity attempts to arm-twist the believer into confessing his sins in order to obtain the forgiveness of God. {Once a preacher arrived with much fanfare and pomp} She and her band of merry men portrayed a God who would be so petty as to be marking church attendance register and counting the number of hours prayed. It was a drama that moved many to tears as they realized the utter “depravity” of their state. After all if God was to demand that we enter heaven on the basis of our works who would make it? Upon completion of the

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Just Because

I stood before the courts, Before the endless stares of my accusers. They sat ready to scorn and mock, Fingers pointed, fierce and with no love. I stood without an attorney, Who would plead on my behalf. I stood as guilty as the sky is blue, I had been selfish,  greed was my hue.  They looked menacing,  ready to devour, My sins stacked high from ceiling to floor.  I stood alone,  none came to aid me, All my wealth and glory,  all had failed me.  Friends and family were far away, Death and hell would have their day.  They pointed to a cup that hosted my grief, My days as a rapist,  a liar,  a thief.  They said,  drink up you insolent wimp, They threatened me with death’s fiery whip.  But Mercy said No. For one as the Son of Man drew near, Bruised and Broken,  he walked in without fear.. His eyes burned bright with love for me, I

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Let’s Dance

Listening to Sia “Soon we’ll be found” He said to me “Son, lets dance” I was surprised for He was giving me another chance. Did he forget my nights of reckless abandon, when I gave my soul over to Dagon, where beneath the glow of the crescent moon, I smoked trees and vanity was in full bloom? The stars twinkled cheering us on, Come son, he said, come son.. His nail scarred hands outstretched, though I was clad in filth and wretched. “No!” I screamed as I turned away, “Why treat me like a gemstone when I’m just clay” Do you not recall my arrogance and my pride? the days of my deathly dalliance, so eerie and wild? Painting the town red with iniquity and sin, Living a life so tragic and obscene… ? Do you not see the murk and mud on my skin? Are your nostrils blind to my stench, my stink? Son, Let us dance… here’s my

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