THE YEAR GOD DIED!

God's not dead - Newsboys

Anytime you look at the world, what do you see? The troubles or God's firm magnanimity? Do you ever pause to be thankful or just wine about life's silly imperfections?

I think I agree that man's memory is treacherous. So, we need to help remind one another about the need to be grateful to God.

Imagine my shock (and later, lesson) when Zainab(thank you dear) shared with me this piece; The Year God Died!

It reads....

"So God died, and was laid to rest. Then, as expected, hell broke loose.

Satan turned the world upside-down. We ate frogs as food, and it was just one frog a week.

We had no water - not even our urine- for drinking. We drank our tears.

Demons taught us in schools without books. Our classes held in the dark. The sun was nowhere.

Chickens lived longer than children. Corpses were like grains of sand. Death was a friend.

So many more I cannot tell.

Pause. Breathe in. Breath out.

There is no such year. It has not been, and will not be.

My friend, God is not dead. He is still very much in charge!"

The author have a poetic way of awakening gratitude. I greet your imagination.

When I got this, a cord was plucked. Ingratitude to God is too heavy a burden to bear. There's  no better time to be grateful than now. If for nothing, let's thank God for being God!

What will you do with this?

NOT BY MUSCLE

I toiled the steep pages of books
But my grade said otherwise
I climbed the highest storey
Yet couldn’t see beyond my nose

I faked a lot of laughs
But could only keep up for so long
I tried to write a symphony
But couldn’t make up the lyrics

I drank the finest of wine
But couldn’t get the taste
I sought wearyingly for answers
But always hit a snag of some kind

So, I fell on my knees
And turned my face to sand
Then I realised,
It is not by muscle
But by GOD.

pulished in REDEEMED CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP EDITORIAL, 2014 edition.

GOD IS ABLE!

I know the world is a pretty though sphere, but not an imoossible one. How did I know? I live here. We have all had our own fair and unfair share of blips and hurdles. Thank God we are still here! Life's sorjourn can be interesting. All we need do is to learn to lean on the one who created it - GOD. This poem says it better.

In dire need of a peace to grab hold?
Want to harness goodwill from this thorny soil of life?
Ever longed that in true love you are enfold?
Is your soul sore tired of earth’s militating strife?

On your next trip to the throne of grace,
Be sure to make bold your request.
It doesn’t help to feel as small as a mouse,
Abba is seated on high to see to end our hefty quest.

Should you faint while waiting on Jehovah?
It helps to lay our doubts on faith’s crucible.
When your heart starts to fail your believe over,
Don’t forget; our GOD is able!

Goodnews is...God is still in the business of laying of weights and and giving rest. Instead of all those grammatically imbedded prayers, why don't  you just say it the way it is? Tell it exactly as it hurts, and God will do what he does best - answer prayers!!
So, as you go out today, don't forget that our God is able!

Happy Sunday!!