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 –

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Breakup Too

Happy Birthday to me and Deabie (abi, is it Deabie and I?). Anyways, I want to say a big thank you to everyone who made yesterday special… Don’t worry, I will write a post celebrating every SINGLE one of you. Notice the emphasis on Single? well, as you can probably deduce, this post is all about relationships, breakups and all. So please read and enjoy. This is Episode 2… Breakup Series Episode 1 HERE… In my small life I have seen my fair share of wars. I was born years after the Civil war, the 1st and 2nd World wars, the Cold war, the war in Vietnam and even Star wars *dodges hand-grenade*. The only kind of wars I have seen are the petty squabbles of lovers: arguments over my cinema etiquette, arguments over where to go after a not-so-interesting show of “My dog and me” at the cinema, an earlier argument about whether to spend $10 on watching a

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Enjoy this post and also check out the Songs from the Hill Project. There are certain events in a man’s life that he never quite forgets. The first day he speaks in tongues. That Monday morning when he prayed for a lame man and he jumps up. And perhaps most poignant, the first break up. It was meant to be quick and clean. There were no salty tears or puppy-dog stares. It was surprisingly surgical for a 300-Level student of Economics. She would take the only heart I had, crush it and bury it beneath the thick concrete of nothingness. Tonight she was going to break up with me. I typed that in Bold font for emphasis. Go back and read it again. How did I know? Premonition or a word of knowledge? Well I won’t be too hasty to say that the Holy Spirit had revealed it to me though it wouldn’t be far from the truth. The clues were aplenty,