DECEMBER 31ST, 2012

So, I am a grey-haired 27 year old Nigerian millionaire who runs a multi-million naira organization that rose through the ranks without the slightest inkling of my twisted imagination that in one year, I would be paying taxes running into seven figures, that my name would be on ad materials of every success and motivation seminar for young folks, and that I could afford to spend a weekend at the Waldorf Astoria... that’s where I write this from!

My success story is not limited to business only, in the last three months I have pulled 2 ladies out of wheel chairs (yeah, they walked instantly) ... it’s been a long time coming... some guy that read my blog post on divine health had been miraculously healed of cancer... I have experienced the same rapture that Paul felt whenever he performed some miracle... Though I think there is a slight difference here; he never had the crazy publicity that I have...

I don’t even know what to call myself anymore, Google defines me in so many terms that it’s hard to figure if I am an Entrepreneur, Film-maker, Poet, Brand architect, Author, Life-coach... yeah! Almost forgot the “Minister of God” part... why does that always come last with these celebrity ministers? Whoa! I mos def outran all the expectation of family and friends in one year! Talk about the God who does “far, above and beyond what we could ever imagine, hope for, ask for, and dream of”

My fiancée’s picture, the fairest amongst them all, sticks out of the P.S wallet that has my signature embroidered on it... she’s been the best HELP MEET in my steady incline... showing strength when my weaknesses surfaced while maintaining the poise of an emerging empire’s first lady... what can I say? I have found favour and I am blessed!

I scream “GOD IS GOOD” hoping the crème Astoria staff wouldn’t get sacred that they were harbouring a psychopath in the penthouse; the walls resonate with “ALL THE TIME”... Heaven must be pleased with my accomplishments... I mean it should please God that I have shined all through 2012... “Am I not the light of the world?”

Hmmm...

A glitch in my smooth string of feats though... I have felt utterly empty throughout 2012...

Like... “In the beginning, the earth was without form and void” sort of emptiness... nothing within... whoooooossh... How is this possible? I should be the happiest Nigerian alive, considering how the year began with the Haramic bombings and the non-subsidised public manipulation by the *&^%$£”! we have for leaders... but the feats where like surface tension over water... was I in sync with God? Well, if I wasn’t, the miracles would not have been possible... so what was not right?

Gadgets have never been my freak zone, so the iPhone 5 and HTC Zing lying on the bed were not a call for vanity... both buzzed at the same time, no ring tones, why bug neighbours with the music they probably don’t want to hear... the Nigerian Youth Ambassador to the UN was on the HTC and Fortunes Magazine was on the iPhone... which comes first?

Room service decides with Don Moen’s “I just want to be where you are” on her lips... as the lady rolls her cart out of the bathroom with so much peace and joy exuding from her demeanour, passing me, she begins to hum the tune... instantly, I find myself lying on a faded brown rug, in room 302, Eni Njoku Hall, University of Lagos... crying rapturous tears of joy as I discover the heart of my Father... Lying at His feet, not requesting anything, just loving on Him... Singing the same song... that was five years ago!

What happened to that boy? When did I become some taken with achievements that I forgot about the most important of all? When did I lose touch with the TRUTH about Christianity? The TRUTH that the heart of God surpasses his hand?

I switch of both phones and crash on the soft Persian rug at the foot of the bed wishing it was dirt on the street so I could really get soaked in the truth about my vanity... I had pursued so much of fame and wealth in the name of being a Christian that has tapped into Heaven’s beauty... perverting God’s word to suit my innate narcissism... secretly desiring my glory in the name of shining for God’s glory...

When was the last time I told someone sincerely “GOD LOVES YOU”? When was the last time I truly gave? Don’t get me wrong, I have been benevolent all through 2012, visiting orphanages and stuff; but all of that was so that I could tell folks that “I GIVE”... publicity stunt... when was the last time I heard from GOD? When was the last time GOD spoke through me to someone...? not some memorized/rehearsed message!

When was the last time GOD cuddled me as a Father and told me “Son, I LOVE YOU”? WHEN? Was everything I even achieved in 2012 part of God’s plan for me? Even though He said His hand was on my organization in the beginning of the year, I never bothered to constantly consult him per season as to how He wanted me to steer the organization. It’s 31st December, 2012 and I just realized I was totally out of the plan for 2012...

...Hope you have a clear picture of what you might get when you make plans to achieve great things in 2012 without properly seeking the father’s heart... “Seek ye first the Kingdom of God...” isn’t just a onetime act... it’s a class you never want to graduate from...

So, I am a 26-year-old dark haired Nigerian believer running a potential billion dollar organization and its still January 2012... I will get to December without shifting gaze from the Author, Leader, Composer and Completion of my faith... I will do great exploits in this 2012, but every single act will be led by the Holy Spirit... I will always be where My Father is.... dwelling daily in His presence and seeking only His glory!

And the only result I hope you get when you Google my name is “SON of THE MOST HIGH GOD”

CHRIST LOVE

The Knowledge – Eph.III.XIX

Coming into practical experiential knowledge of the love of Christ, a knowledge that defies logic and science, a knowledge too slippery and deep for the carnal mind that is fraught with materialism to grasp... it is this knowledge that opens you up to be flooded with all the fullness of God... it is this knowledge that sets you up to be filled with the richest measure of the divine presence... imagine your system being ripped apart (which might be an impossibility should you be filled with GOD Himself) and instead of blood flowing out, you find the God essence gushing out to inundate the ambience...

What can you lack with this knowledge..? Nothing... but without this knowledge, no matter what you have...you still feel empty (because you are)...

Little wonder Hos_4:6 spites that "His people, His creation, His 'minis', perish for lack of this knowledge and gross rejection of this same knowledge... we were made to be filled with this knowledge, and unless you have it... you are void... merely grappling with the lower level of science and philosophy and logic to fill what was created by the patent owner of science and logic...

Philosophy without this knowledge is a mere waste of brilliance and time... how on earth does one philosophize the existence of language, when you can communicate without words? How does philosophy capture the joy in the eyes of an infant or the pain in the heart of a bereaved family? The knowledge of the love of Christ goes beyond philosophy; my words are highly inefficient to capture the magnitude of its scope...

In Knowing the love of Christ, you are thrown into a vortex of beauty... the beauty of Him who knows beyond your limited imagination to make you sleep when you do, make you breathe when you do, to connects your words to your thoughts and your thoughts to your emotions, then your emotions to your well being... The love of Christ helps you understand that there is one who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above what we could ask or think...infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, hopes, visions, dreams...

In knowing the love of Christ, every fear is jettisoned... oil stains in the face of acid... because you would know that, He that would not hold anything back just to get you back as a buddy, a son, has given royal guards over you... touch the president and you wreck havoc... touch A Son of the Most High God and you have a tornado & hurricane combined...

Whoa... The Knowledge of the love of Christ... who can attain?

Seest thou a man that has attained it? Then you have seen a god!

NO ROOM

I dare to defy time even as I construct virtual space; I dare to jump into this tortuous vortex of cerebral travel to picture Joseph and Mary just behind the Census lines; I dare to stand besides Mary as the baby Jesus kicks in the womb, expressly delivering, like a FedEx delivery guy, the initial pangs of birth; Yes I dare to punch the receptionists at inns for saying “we are fully booked”... but of course you can’t mess with the plans of the MOST HIGH!

Like you would ask if you happened to get prior info that, the child that Mary bore was God himself made flesh... “Why are all the rooms in all the inns booked?” but I am only a man trying to understand within my limited mind, the unlimited wisdom of God, so I keep my cool expecting a miracle from God, whom I believe is still in the business of dead-raising manifestations, talk less of sorting out accommodation for Himself...

So, from 5 stars we start checking out 4 stars without any trace of favour in the 3 stars, we simply ignore the remaining stars (if 5 stars were fully booked, you do the maths)... Since we knew no members of Joseph’s bloodline, we decide to take a breather at a stable down Palm Avenue as Mary’s teenage waist was hurting from the long travel to Bethlehem and light showers were dancing down from the heavens...

The stench of stale sheep dung and horse dank sweat hit my nose as I walked down the stable corridor looking for a work bench on which she could sit, Joseph scanned round the stink-hall-of-fame without disgust (quite impressive considering His knack for neatness), searching for a spot to start a little fire to keep away the cold from the draught that was picking up pace... I find nothing other than an old manger lit by the flickering rays of smelted oil lamp, typical with the age...

I beckoned on Joseph to help her get to the end of the corridor where the feeding trough lay... oddest occurrence being that there was nobody to tend the stable, not even a receptionist (snickers)... so we (Joseph and I) had to run around the stable to get everything we wanted – by now, our olfactory lobes had accommodated the high class stink... Funny how baby Jesus got justifiably violent immediately Mary sat on the Manger...

I left Joseph with his “baby-mama” in search of a local nurse only to find most of the houses empty... I look up and scream “IS HE REALLY YOUR SON?” no response... Cos God doesn’t talk based on our terms, which would mean we are His GOD! Then I hear a distant noise and see a large fire glazing the night sky... it hits me... THE BETHLEHEM CARNIVAL (the hottest annual event this side of the east)... little wonder all hotels were booked and nurses were MIA (missing in action)...

So I run back to the manger to find Mary screaming her head off while a frazzled Joseph ran around not really sure of what he was doing.... medical instincts, from hanging with mum at the hospital as a kid, kicked in... Of course not all facilities were available in a stable, but a creative always makes do with the available... bucket (check)... fodder (check)... water (check)...knife (check)... willpower (check)...and the rest is what you were taught in Sunday school...

In five minutes the whole affair is over...

Baby Jesus glows as he’s cleaned up by Joseph even as the mother’s eyes glisten with joyful tears... in no time she’s all cleaned cuddling baby God with all tenderness... I take a walk out the stable to find the largest star I have seen, heard or read about looming over the manger... it felt really close like it was about dropping down into the manger...

Then I thought back on the events of the night and the consequences of the whole happening... it wasn’t coincidental that God chose to be born in human form in a manger... the consequences where not just entirely spiritual but also physical... no organization or human entity could claim rights to this franchise... he was freely given through the humblest of circumstances, so that all men that needed life could freely access him...

It was pre-planned that his birth would encounter the “NO ROOM” embargo in the physical so that when the filled rooms where emptied of the festivities, the succeeding void and emptiness would gnaw on the Landlords such that it was only when they invited this same Jesus in to lodge permanently that peace could reign in their homes...

This was just twenty-five days ago and I haven’t left this spot since... still standing and pondering on how long it will take for you to realize that he couldn’t find any room in Bethlehem, so that the entire world would make room for... He was turned down by hoteliers and home owners in Bethlehem... would you also turn Him down?

It doesn’t cost you anything to let Him in to that room... funny thing is when He is given room, He creates room for others to lodge and improve your life... MAKE ROOM

CHRISTMAS ON “P”

“P” above would readily come across as Point... But Christmas would be grossly overrated if it was just about being “On Point”... Yeah...Yeah I’ve heard a couple of ill reports about the origins... not the real birth date of Jesus... 25th December was originally a day set aside to worship the Roman sun god... No one knows Jesus’ birthday.... according to the biblical-historical-Jewish-calendar Jesus wasn’t even born in December.... Wow! Quite a lot of energy spent on researching about what is “apparently irrelevant”

If His birth were not relevant, why would the Gregorian calendar that finds its pivot on this birth run the affairs of over 69% of the world’s population? The BC and The AD keep popping up every time we knock on the vaults of history. Dude was born someday and it would have been awkward ,and will remain so, if the saviour of the world was not celebrated – His birth being my point of reference.

I might not be certain about His exact birthday and I might not be certain about the Origins of “Christmas”... but one thing is certain “JESUS was born” and because He did I AM A CHRIST REP... Without a birth, there wouldn’t have been a death leading to a triumphant resurrection. 

God bless Dionysius Exiguus, whoever he was and wherever he is, for harmonizing a date for everyone to follow and celebrate the birth of Jesus. A date was set not because it was exact but to re-enact the purpose of Jesus’ birth yearly. Christmas goes beyond a date and a religion; it is a celebration of the awesome love of God... It is The worship of God’s divine timely intervention in the affairs of a “Dying World”...

Isaiah and Luke both affirm the birth of Jesus, the son of the Most High God, Prince of peace, Emmanuel, Counsellor, Mighty God, The bread, The Good Shepherd, Saviour of the World, and The Relevant Christ. He was born for a purpose and on purpose.

To save the entire universe by restoring what was originally ours to us – that was his purpose. Whatever the race, whatever the religion, whatever the philosophy, whenever a child is born into a family, there is a celebration, no matter what the child turns out to be! So, why should the birth of our saviour not be celebrated? Whether the date is set on the 25th of December or 6th of January...

The date doesn’t matter, the understanding is all that counts... so we don’t celebrate a date, what we do is celebrate the reason for Jesus’ birth... imagine a world without Jesus’ birth... Yeah, that thought you just bore occurred to me too...

Christmas ought to remind us of the beginning of the end of our slavery to sin; it should tick off over 2000 years of freedom; Christmas ought to remind us that we (Sons of God that is) once again have the authority to dominate the earth; Christmas should erupt in our hearts like strawberries on the lips of a toddler; Christmas ought to bring gusts of newness and warmth, a fresh outlook at life... Christmas should remind us that despite the throes of the passing year, we still turned out victorious...

The popping crackers, “bangers”, and explosives, street decorations, the falling snow for some of us in temperate climes, the convergence of families, the jingle bells, the Christmas carols, the parties, the “Santa Claus” buzz, the many candies, the Christmas trees and gifts beneath them, the “rice and stew”, the “Christmas clothes”, the “Food Tours”, The “Constipation”, and all other Christmas accomplices should remind us that the firstborn of all creation is the reason why this day is set apart....

Merry Christmas people... I’ve got some families to visit

DRUNK

Slurp.... gulp... choke... gurgle... stagger a bit... utter life-giving gibberish in unknown tongues... knock back a few more swigs and literally fill the entire ambience with the strong effervescence of the spirit you are drunk on... Yep! Real high, concentrated, miracle-wringing, mountain-moving spirit and not industrially refined alcohol...

Until you get to a point where your every step is mapped-out by the greatest route-guide (Holy Spirit), your path will be riddled with so many tumbles that you would pay considerable credits to the thoughts of walking away from the salvation that cost God the greatest thing He ever valued.

Unknown to many young ‘uns (babes as Paul would call ‘em) the Christian race is hosted on a desert terrain designed strictly for xtreme sports and not a Cat® constructed seamless highway; so they take up domestic gear for a zone that requires heavy artillery and when the demands of the rough terrain show up, they just up and quit....

Count me not a general for I am not, but my sergeant-fatigue has proven time without numerical accentuation (too many stains) that without the Holy Spirit (H.S) as my route-guide and compass, my logical navigations in this non-logical terrain always ends me in ditches which inevitably remind me of where I started the race from – Murky waters.

Before salvation, everyone is literally drunk on murky waters that take up every available pore in your mind and body; its decadent nature boring more pores that only the purity of Christ’s haemoglobin can seal and cleanse. Upon salvation, however, the human entity is injected with a new substance (H.S) which has no physical equivalent.

From the moment your lips confess the supremacy of the greatest miracle ever (Jesus Christ), a substance-induced warfare begins within your entity; that’s simply because oil and water don’t mix. So, H.S constantly seeks to take charge while the murky waters also claim territorial ownership; in the process Paul finds himself doing the things he despises and not driving the gears he craves cos at certain moments the murky waters appear to win the battle.... but did He ever quit the race? If your bible is not dusty, you already know the answer to that.

So are you going to quit simply because you forget to occasionally consult your route-guide and compass? I know it’s immoral to cheat but you really do need a cheat to answer this question–

Cheat - When you take a glass of murky water and place it under a flowing tap, the clear water gradually boots the murky water out of its territory until the pure water fully grabs bragging rights. This only happens when you leave the glass constantly under the flowing tap. When you intermittently take the glass away the dirt remains within until you place it back under the tap.

In simple terms, if you stay high on H.S, the weaknesses and sins that clogged your system will keep oozing out until full purity is attained. Should be plain to see by now why you still trip and fall even after you hook-up with Jesus – H.S within you is simply booting out the murky waters within your entity, so you cannot just pack up your bags and hop off the band-wagon on the rough terrain.

Don’t quit cos without these falls you wouldn’t recognize your frailties and yield them for Dada to make you whole and don’t stop taking in H.S cos then you would leave room for the murky water to remain. It’s okay to complain about the falls but it’s also required that you lean back and ask H.S what you need to see and what murky depths need to be unravelled so that you can willingly accept H.S’ replacement therapy; in-filling of the Holy Spirit, being fully formed in the image of He who paid the minimum wage for the acts of murky waters in you.

If you have accepted Jesus, then the manifestation of murky waters is just evidence that H.S is at work in you and won’t let up until you are drunk on Him; but if you are yet to understand the implications of what happened on the cross, Hades and 3 days after, then you need to say this prayer...

Dear Lord, I come to you with a contrite heart and a broken spirit seeking forgiveness from you, I am sorry for running from you till now, I believe that Jesus died and rose again for my sins (present, past, and future) and I confess Jesus as my Lord and personal saviour...thank you father for accepting me as your own in Jesus’ Name I pray, Amen.

The moment you made that confession, you were placed under the H.S tap, keep drinking until the first line of this post becomes your reality and never quit whenever the murky waters show up, cos they will (I assure you).

But the Holy Spirit isn't done with you just yet... Keep drinking

SO I BOUGHT A MAGNUM...

...and I murdered him!

Life for me began in the backyards of evil where your nightmares were everyday

processes... the masquerades you read about in books, the shamans that you watch in the movies were my neighbours. Funny thing is, Harry Potter books and movies make witches and wizards seem so cool... Dude, those folks redefine the word MEAN... I know this, cos I grew up running errands for some.

Experiencing evil first hand introduced a friend to me... a friend that fought fangs and claws to cripple the big dreams I had. I call him a friend because I just couldn’t leave him behind; he always found a way to share my meals with me, bathe with me, sleep with me and even attend classes with me.

His name was FEAR... having watched the rise and rise of evil in my town, I got so conscious of evil, despite my sterling church-going records, that at some point everything that happened had to be interpreted in the light of evil’s supremacy. I was more conscious of the consequence of annoying a witch or wizard that I forgot that these beings were all created by my omnipotent Dad.

I had to plan my calendar such that certain days were tagged as compulsory holidays, cos masquerades were having their town tours on such days; on such days, my dear friend ensured that his taunts were hyped to the A++ grade. Nights had to be spent with my room lights turned on, and when the power despots (NEPA) decided we didn’t deserve services that we pay for, a bush lamp would do the job.

Hahaha... I slept with my bible under my pillow but that didn’t prevent the nightmares or the FEAR attacks... matter of fact He took advantage of my ignorance and tormented me the more so I would doubt the power of the word. What I didn’t know was that, those words in the Bible are just words on paper, but if they were absorbed into my spirit, they would become weapons of mass destruction; the letter kills, but the word in the spirit gives life... sure you’ve heard that before.

Dude had fun with my subservience until I bought a magnum... the magnum I bought was not a physical one that had nine rounds or more... I got the magnum when I gave drowned my life in Christ and got filled with the Holy Ghost... the magnum was the new spirit I had... for they which are in Christ, all things are new... my spirit was awakened and my mouth that had only known the function of wining, dining and gisting, got an upgrade; it became the trigger to my magnum. The bullets I realized were the same words in the bible that I slept on.

Enter, II Tim I v VII, and I exploded, I had found the homicide bullet for my dear friend of over eighteen years... I meditated so much on this portion that it became me... and I cocked my gun, loaded the bullets and waited for my dear friend to show up again... I waited for while, probably he had been hinted that I had found a weapon for him and he decided to wait till my enthusiasm had worn out... but after so many years of terrorism, getting tired wasn’t an option.

When he finally did show up, I emptied the entire magazine into his being... paramedics could not even find any vein or artery to resuscitate him...mehn, I did an awesome job. So ended the reign of FEAR in my life; you probably are wondering why I’m chatting about it – well, loads and tons of born-again, spirit-filled, tongue-speaking Christians are being tormented by irrational fear and they think what they need is deliverance to break free.

Not true... what you need is to use your magnum!

Do you have this guy as a friend too? You have a magnum, murder him. No one would charge you to court. And if you haven’t sunk your life in Christ, sorry you can’t commit this homicide... click on I CONFESS above and obtain your magnum.

LIFE’S NOT A DREAM

Row, row, row your boat... Gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily... life is just a dream.

Please I beg to disagree, that life is just a dream, for if life were to be a dream you wouldn’t need to scream when danger loomed, laughing grim because you would know that you could always wake up with a grin.

A dream would mean all plants were green, no seasons, no treason, and definitely no reason to make you green. A dream would mean we wouldn’t have dreams and work all the days of our dreams trying to make it real...

In dreams you just voice your wish and it becomes real - but in life, there is no genie; all we have are our genes that would help us attain our different dreams. In dreams no one wears jeans, just royal garbs meant for kings and queens or maybe some princess and prince.

If life were to be a dream then everything we had would be free, and we would float about without gravity, drawing all shapes in the skies to capture our glee...Ahem... we would all have salad, chicken, dessert and none would soak garri.

If life were to be a dream, then guns and swords wouldn’t be...Say, what dreams would build weapons for world war three? And for profits, throw a killing spree?

It’s only truly holidays in dreams; in life, holidays are never free because your workload on work days, pay the holidays’ fee...No thoughts to scare you with any negativity...Just thought to reveal how real life is beyond the rim of dreams.
In life diabetes waits after ice cream, an eye for an eye, plus good for evil, please don’t scream...because even if you do, you won’t wake up from this dream.

In life, our paddles are hoes and tractors and fire grills...Sorry, there are no boats just mighty warships & we have oceans, seas and rivers in place of streams
Please I do not agree that life is just a dream, cos that would mean that the Bible is a book of fantasy...it would mean that there was no old rugged tree... and death would lunch on our kidneys without a fee...yes and our eyes for dessert pastry...

But I know a land where the imaginations of dreams are paled... the journey to this beautiful land begins from Galilee... up to the tree in the centre of the three... on Golgotha, the skull that’s called a hill... takes you through where Hades lost its thrill... and finally submits you to the throne room, where Yehova chills... the beautiful city...the beautiful city indeed where everything is free...

I’m on the road to that city, that’s why life to me is a journey...so you too could take life as a journey... and ride steady on your donkey...so trot, trot, trot your horse gently down the road...
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily life could lead to thrones...