IT IS WRITTEN

Aerodynamically, the bumblebee is not supposed to fly...but it doesn’t know that, so it just flies anyway because it is written that the bumblebee will fly anyway...What are the laws of nature anyway? are they not subject to the writer of the written word anyway?

Biologically, a 3-day corpse, brutalized, battered, head bruised, spine greased, heart punctured, lungs pierced, and blood drained cannot regain functions of the of the brain again, but the trinity trilogy surpasses biology and Christ as the living word born from the spoken word remains the written word that says that "you will not let my soul rot in Sheol, neither will you let the grave swallow my name..." 

So he rose after three days because it is written that "I will destroy this temple and rebuild it in three days"...so this temple, this body was destroyed and rebuilt in three days, 2012 years ago because it is written that "if we have been buried with him, we are also raised with him into the newness of life"...life based on the written word and not by scientific laws… 

 In the beginning was the word, the word was with God and the word was spoken by God and written by the Holy Spirit through the fingers of men led by the Spirit… conscious minority writing the conscious totality, the living written word, in order to birth a conscious majority… so, we have the written word in a rifle called a Bible…the written word being the bullets and your tongue being the trigger... so, when you speak, you trigger the written word to become the living word... because it is written that "the tongue is a tree of life" and if you know how to aim right, you can speak God’s blueprint for you into life...

 But if you are not familiar with the written word, you can only have thoughts that are wicked & it is written "that out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh" You know what that means, yeah? So seek the living word, through the written word until you believe, for it is written that "with the heart you believe and with your mouth you speak unto life borne by salvation…" believe

 So, let’s seek written words and speak written words for our conquest in this dark and broken world because it is written that "even if I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I’ll fear no evil, for the Lord is in me, taking up residence in me, perambulating in me…" 

Yes! He is my salvation, so whom shall I fear? Who dares to touch God’s anointed here? Who can even understand a man led by the written word? As he is neither there nor here, because he is as the wind... Yes, the man borne by the written word made living is a spirit, a wind... So, no harm can befall the wind, but we wreck havoc in hell because it is written that "her seed shall bruise your head"...

 So, we are more than conquerors on this earth as it is written, "this is the victory that overcomes the world, even our faith in the living written word" ... Yes, we scare terror and pestilence is afraid of us because we have Cherubims with thunder bolts ahead of us & Seraphims with flaming swords coming after us... 

Yes, goodness and mercy follows us & divine health too because it is written once again "that by his stripes we WERE healed", a past deed, a done deal...so, in anticipation of my future ills, he broke skin, broke into the vaults of diseases, cleared the accounts and retrieved the keys, left the devil displeased, so you can kiss sicknesses bye bye...say hi, "hi" divine health replies because it is written that "the same spirit that raised up Christ from death resides in us and vitalizes our very fibers, from the cells to the organs"... So even if we are bitten by vipers, that same spirit makes music to cleanse our system, call him the wiper…

So when you are hyper-ventilating, remember the writer of the written word who says that "the chastisement of your sins was upon him"... Him… the written word, that has become our everything, wisdom, power, and wealth, yeah wealth… so in your broke moments, when money has gone into stealth... Yes, your accounts blink red, currency emergency mode activated, and you are as hungry as a roaring lion looking for the next prey to make bread... You can reverse your gears by simply acknowledging that all things are yours because it is written that "you have been blessed with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places" 

Hey! Who God has blessed, who can curse?

Before I write out, I’d like you to pause & meditate on these words, for it is written that "he that meditates on these words day and night shall become a fruitful tree, sustained by the rivers of waters…" Shhhhh

 And when you are done meditating, utter as spoken words, the written word, that have become living words through your meditations… As it is written, "because we believe, we speak"

WHAT MANNER OF LOVE IS THIS?

So it’s 23:17… that same atrocious hour where the poultry is asleep yet gurgles chatters of temptation to feed… an hour that feeding would only amount to food poisoning, simply because the pot belongs to another… I sneak, peek, pause, cross the threshold of sanity as the mere thought of being caught on my tiptoes chills my numb skin under my thick clothes… still I tiptoe

I crawl into that old bungee bed, rumpled and wrongly dressed by the tossing of an impatient felinity… that same wretched bed that harbors the purrs of a kitty, a kitty already bought with a dowry of cowries… my motions smoothen out skin that’s African and powdery… once again I’m back in this pleasurable bed that tattoos guilt on my heart every time I embrace this decrepit nature of Adam!

In five minutes its wham bam… you can assume I am done… but really I am not done, for though the actions be forgone, the deeds stick like gum… there I lie staring at the ceiling but all I see is a gun, bullets of guilt sinking into my gut and try as I can I cannot text-coat this wall of dilemma with words of reasoning… I should have been warned of this food poisoning…

So I wallow in the graffiti of condemnation fast covering the heart with indelible sprays of stainless pain… each new can blinding my vision with a fresh burst of peppery pain… to scream would be insane, so I bottle up this juice of self-disdain… hoping I can return it to the dude that sold me the franchise, but he’s gone again, like every other time… gone again

Even though the raging tempest had been squelched in 5 minutes, the billows keep rolling the ink of a scribe at an eternal board meeting… it’s the Hades Group review of excellent deeds, to be published for sin stores… I guess the fate of a faithful servant is not always positive, at least not where the Hades Group is involved… so I await the sentence, knowing who the judge is, it’s bound to be negative… how does this pleasure bring so much painful treasures?

Then I hear it… the stripes, the grunts, the mockery, the slaps, the questions, the silence, the splash of vinegar, the regret, thorns sinking in flesh, veins snapping and arteries pulling, hammers on nails, nails through flesh and bones – three of them, melting sinews on wood, garment tearing, skin searing as the spear is disappearing while the heart is rupturing… in all of these I have a fair idea of what’s happening, but my recent acts wont just let me turn around… Until He whispers… “Hey”

Then I look behind me… and I see Him hanging on a cursed tree… eyes swollen, nose bruised, lips twisted, skin mangled, frame sagged, knees buckled, spirit broken, presence gone, sin clad, mission accomplished… He whispers again… “All for you… and I would do it all over again… I would”…

Tell me, what manner of love is this?

SHATTERED

“I must decrease and He must increase…”

There he stood watching Jesus “take his shine” and all he could say was that you could never really lay claims on anything except that which was given… given by the Giver of all gifts and the “Blesser”… the Source of all gifts!

There is every possibility that John The Baptist’s disciples had asked the question with a hint of sarcasm or contempt… the one that asked the question could have been one of those guys that rock the gospel because it is stylish or probably because it was in vogue and “his master” was the vendor. Those trick questions – “Master, isn’t that the same guy you just baptized some days ago? Why is He baptizing too? I thought the Baptism patent was registered in your name? Did He buy the franchise off you?

Apparently, Jesus was amassing a larger consumer base than John the Baptist for the baptism services; He must have developed a killing strategy to give him this decisive advantage… John’s services had suddenly gone out of style and Jesus was the new market leader… If John ever got jealous, his jealousy could have been rightly placed according to the world’s standard today, because today, everything is about competition.

From the reality TV shows we watch to the business strategies and even within church circles, someone is always trying to get ahead of the other and in the process doesn’t mind undermining the image of the other. Hatred breeds on the fertile ground of competition… but John the Baptists was not in a competition with Jesus, he had an apt understanding of what it meant to fulfill purpose…

As at the time Jesus showed up, John was done… He had simply begun ministry to pack up when Jesus began… there was no contest in that… it was what was written before he showed up… So he had to play the scripts…

And that is the fundamental problem… The script! How do you play to a script you don’t even know exists? Or even when you know, how do you play it out when you don’t even understand the script? The same reason we strife amongst ourselves… the script says “Purpose”, but your nature says “Self”… the script reminds you of the universal gain but nature reminds you of the personal benefits… the script is selfless but nature is… you know what!

As I write this my heart bleeds from the injuries of mental fetters… someone else gets the perks for a project I toiled for and my mind just cannot accept the unfairness of it! My mind juggernauts my spirit from all angles and there are no steel bars for defense… so I find the nearest escape route… relinquish authority, so I don’t hold on to my own detriment…

In my tears, John’s response surfaces “I must decrease and He must increase”… Wow! What a level of meekness… what was he thinking when he said that? Purpose… “if Jesus has started His ministry, it means, I have fulfilled my ministry”… John accepted that he had gotten to the peak of his career and it was time to move on, so he did… a level of maturity that I strive for…
John was not just broken, he was shattered… he had yielded his will unto God to mold it into anything God deemed fit!

So here I am, presenting my building for a demolishing Lord, crush me to powder and use your living water to make a malleable paste out of me… then resume the shaping process… anything you want me to be Lord… I will be… Not my will but yours be done (Sounds like Jesus in the Garden?)… Nothing more, Nothing Less, Nothing Else… Just your will!

Even if that means striving that some other man might take the glory, here I am to do your will according to what is written of me in the SCRIPTS! I know it’ll take a lot from me, Dad… But I am ready…

STELESCOPE

In a world where sensory inputs are rated as the peak of logical perception, it is quite out of place to try convincing an Einstein with loads of scientific formula upstairs that ‘we walk by faith and not by sight’ or “what you see in the eye of the spirit supersedes what you see in the physical”. This being on the count that he even accepts that life has a spiritual dimension.

That you haven’t seen a Mexican physically doesn’t negate the fact that Mexicans exist (ignore the banters of philosophy for now). Truth is, there is a spiritual dimension to life and that dimension controls every activity in the physical. Out of nothing a spiritual God created a physical world. Simple logic purports that if there is a spiritual dimension, then there are spiritual sensory organs.

On this note I ask you to bring out your stelescope (spiritual telescope).

Enter Elisha’s servant with reports about the Syrian army that had surrounded them, eyes about to drop, heartbeat rounding the corner of a cardiac seizure, flight/fight instinct searching for the surest escape route and all Elisha does is smile; Elisha even asks the dude to chill, for the Assyrian troupe that he sees hold nothing against the Heaven’s host that was with them. At this point, the servant must have been another guy who thought that Elisha was nuts.

What does Elisha do? He simply prays that his stelescope be decrypted – when this happened, dude chilled. He realized that the heavenly host that was with them could decimate the entire Syrian army with one swipe. That’s what made the difference in the situation; the enlightening of his stelescope. So, do you see with the physical eyes or with your stelescope?

God asked Abraham to look around him and any land that He SAW, would be given him and Abraham SAW the world. How do I know this? Cos God promised him the entire world after Abraham had looked round – go to Sunday school please. How is it possible that Abraham SAW the entire world with his physical eyes? Nope, his stelescope did the job. He was blessed with even the land that Lot his nephew saw as beautiful with his physical eyes.

It’s apt that we visualize our purposes, not by what the immediate environment offers our physical sensory organs, but by what our spiritual antenna pick up.

See with your stelescope and not with your occularis.

UNFATHOMABLE

I could call you a super nerd
but that would mean classing you with the nerd herd
& your works surpass the confines of the earth,
Therefore, I’ll simply class you in the God head
A king & prince though humble in birth
You are, you were, you are to come
Time unclassified, space with form
The voice that calms the storms
Protector of all, even the slums
Light of the world, dearer than the sun
You are that you are, as near as far
The morning star, with a body of glowing scars
Jericho’s nemesis & Israel’s oasis
Red sea cracker beyond analysis
A rebel cum prince of peace
The “non-consuming” fire on the lips of Isaiah
Omnipresent, air that fuels our desires
South & North Pole cross-wired
Unfathomable, despite the slaps of cynics & liars
Eternal life, bought through thorns & briars
The lamb that roars in Judah
Redeemer, saviour, justifier, sanctifier
The sparkle in a baby’s eyes
The lone hope in the night skies
Word made flesh, word that strangled Egypt in a mesh
Salvation song & the grace stretch
Cross bearer for the wretch
Calvary’s icon, conquerors of Hades’ phantom
The resurrection, the life and the first son
First begotten of the dead, all power’s sum
Master, teacher, sage & the law’s bump
The beginning and the end
Yet picks on the little details between both ends
River of life, ocean of love, root and stem –
Of Jesse’s loins; steering of our helms
The anointed and the sent...
Inventor of inventors yet, just word of the creator
Mentor to mentors; owns the earth & property realtors
Classifying you would be a sham
Naming you would be a never-ending task
Till when I can fully figure out your majesty
I’ll just chill with “my Lord”; the definition of sovereignty

I TRIED

I knelt till blisters, till bleeds, just so to break the fetters
That held men like me...
I wept night and day, tossed & turned in bed, thinking, pondering,

Strategizing, mourning and praying some more, thinking some more
& crying a fall of unseen tears for the souls of men

Hades was overpopulated; there was a demand to depopulate it
I thought of schemes to incorporate... schemes to crack the stronghold
Of the dark media... I got drunk on the Holy Ghost & got “Holygofied”
Contacted “gospophillia”... My eyes all hazy with bloody tears...
I strove at work just so to dump my earnings in the gospel boots of
Evangelists... men hurt me, men mocked me, men slapped me
Men deprived me of all, still I strove
Still I fought the good fight... I denied myself of all pleasures
Even family & friends
Almost living hermetic, amidst acerbic remarks of critiques
Many even tagged my passion as heretic
“the Kingdom, the kingdom, the kingdom” that was all I heard, felt,
Tasted, breathed, ate, slept, drank
So that men could be directed right!

Still souls were trooping to Hades... what was to be done? More evangelism?
More denials? More strategies? More prayers?
I gave myself so much to the word, that I became the word...
I prayed till I became prayer itself...
“I told them dad, I did, I even begged them” many heard, but not all were changed...
I took over the media with the gospel like you asked me to
I flooded the internet with punch lines & humorous liners
Pay & terrestrial TV all showed the movies you gave me grace to make
Plus the serials, series, features, documentaries, & cartoons
“I tried Dad, I strove”... Cinema halls had epics, futuristics, comedies,
Suspense, thrillers & all genres about you dad...
I made sure the box office had you as boss...
Radio shows had you proclaimed... LPs, EPs, soundtracks, mix-tapes, albums on the
Charts had you up there...

“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus” the sold-out concerts clamoured...
Dad I tried! I strove & I was not thinking of the crown you had waiting for me...
You know it was plain love... I felt the hurt you felt for the world,
The tears you cried for the media... that’s why I wrote till ball points
stuck to my fingers...
it’s why I typed till my keyboard went blank...
Dad you know I tried & never got tired to publish in the print media
Newspapers, magazines, journals...
every phone had your wall paper & every new media had your life...
I made sure of that...
I showed your light in the media dad, they all heard... they heard ...I know
But some kept pressing the delete button...
I won more than a million souls; you already know... but I weep for the few
Who kept pressing the delete button! Dad I tried

***

This shall be my report when I stand before God one-on-one
What would be your report? What will you have to show that you were a Christian?
As far as you are a Christian, you have a calling to win souls
Your gifts shouldn’t lie fallow, use them up...
The grace you have been given, please exhaust
Sow your last dime into evangelism... if you cannot do it,
Let the finances that you strive for do it
Yep!
Let your sweat pop souls from Hades into Heaven...
Please Try!

THAT NAME JESUS

The Name Jesus, The Name Jesus, That Name Jesus Christ
The definition of might, might that defines the only definition of almighty
Jesus Christ in us the wisdom and power of God almighty
The name Jesus, The Name Jesus, that Name Jesus Christ

Born as a child, given as a son
Child did some carpentry runs, but Son was the one that calmed the storms
Child remained a child till death, but Son lives eternal
Son was internal working out salvation for us on the external
While Child endured the external that Son
Might become The Obedient Son
The obedient son Jesus Christ…
The name Jesus, The name Jesus, That Name Jesus Christ

Jesus harbored Christ, Jesus nurtured Christ, Jesus gave Christ visa to earth and then hell
Christ entered hell, Christ wrecked hell, and Christ led captivity captive
Rendered Hades inactive
Christ turned on the heat in hell till the thermostat broke
Then Spoke till the Holy Spirit froze all of hell’s assets
Shook hands with his folks, Abraham, David and others, took them home
That’s why at the mention of that name Jesus Christ hell freezes over
Since, Christ entered hell and came out unburnt
And we died with him even while we were yet unborn
Therefore, we have records in hell that cannot be unsung
& our deeds in Hades can never ever be undone
That is why you are a conqueror at the mention of the name Jesus Christ
The name Jesus, The name Jesus, that name Jesus Christ

Christ returned to Jesus, and the two became one,
So now wherever you had the child, you found the Son
That was the resurrection
And all authority in heaven, on earth, and in frozen hell was handed over to the son
Both went up, both one returned, the son
Now he dwells in us, Christ in us, the Wisdom and the power of God in us
So all authority lays in us… no me but us
Because “me” will malfunction without “us”
So whenever “me” mentions the name of Jesus
“Me” is not speaking for one but for “us”, for all
You see, Silver and gold I have none
But what I have in the Son, I give through the son
So in the name of Jesus Christ, your pains are gone
Your tears and brokenness are gone, your lack is gone
Your infirmities don’t need dispensaries
The intensity of the name of Jesus Christ seals your destiny
The name of Jesus Christ heals your infirmities
The Name Jesus, The Name Jesus, That Name Jesus Christ

That name Jesus walked on water then if I utter
That name on the alter of worship and purpose,
The salty waters your heart mutters in pain can be subdued
Even if all I do is stutter that name Jesus Christ… I am not a plumber,
But in the Name of Jesus I reverse the plumb lines in your tear glands
I, I, I see rivers of joy flow from your tear glands…
That same Name Jesus keeps you from faltering and falling
Because he whom the name of Jesus has set free from sin is free indeed within…
So in the Name of Jesus, run this race without faltering and falling
That Name Jesus Christ remains the same words of wisdom that laid
The foundations of the earth, so in the name of Jesus Christ
From your head, through your mental, your soul, the melodic rhythm of
Your heart and every vital organ to your soles that touch dirt,
I rebuke to death every worldly wisdom, & I infuse your entirety with the
Wisdom of God that knows no dearth…
The name of Jesus Christ opens you doors, props you up, illuminates your core
Toughens you up… it’s sharper than any two edged sword, separate weaknesses
From your soul, creatively reconstructs fractured bones, gives lives to dead bones,
Softens hearts of stones, breaks every demonic stronghold, pops every relationship yoke
Hey! That name Jesus Christ
& if you haven’t encountered the power in the name of Jesus Christ,
Come up thither… Come Higher to the level of Absolute trust in the Name of Jesus Christ