INCOMPREHENSIBLE

I want to praise my God

The Almighty with words & phrases

that English language cannot fully define 

words that will have your faces puzzled 

because they defy grammatical structures,

rules of concord and might not be understood by English doctors

words like The Alagbara, phrases like Aribiti Arabata

words that get you speaking in tongues - shakabata

I want to praise my Jah with ancient words 

that will throw the gates of heaven ajar 

because my papa will be dancing and laughing

Hahaha 

and be saying things like that’s my boy,

he might not know how to speak Queens English 

but he indeed knows how to speak my language

I know he is the Alpha, because he instituted time

& because he always heals in time, I know he is the Rapha

and because he never leaves me nor abandons me

he is my Shammah

the righteous judge who sits on the throne of light 

I’m talking about my Shaphat

and from the throne of grace he spreads his wings over me

 my banner; the Nissi

the Nissi who sees as the Roi

& because he sees, he is the perfect shepherd, my Rohi

the Elohim, common say Hello to him

He who sits in heaven, the Bashayim

and restores all that is lost as the El Ashyib

I praise the sovereignty of my Adoney

El Magowr who washes away all my agony

English can attempt to define these words & phrases

but these definitions will never bring Shalom

because no English dictionary tells you that peace

is a geographic location, but I'm resident in peace

matter of fact the King of Peace is my father

& the Prince of Peace is my brother

matter of fact, I am chilling in peace while I deliver this piece - Peace

I want to praise my Lord with phrases like 

Abasi Ibom, Oluwa Effizy Chibuike, the Shaddai

who is the all sufficient I AM 

grammatically I AM is an incomplete statement

but who can quantify the everlasting completeness of El Olam

the Lion & the Lamb

a perfect oxymoron that makes perfect sense to even the atheist moron

don’t mind my grammar but do mind I AM 

for in him is life, and in him I found my wife

and if you build your marriage on Selai, My Rock 

no man can put asunder, no divorces

no forces can force this apart

because we are bonded by the Agape 

the only one whose nature is indeed love 

I praise you Love, I praise you Lord 

I praise you I AM, because when I need a provider You tell me I AM Jireh

 & when I am bullied, you tell me I AM the Lion of Judah

so you roar until Hades confesses that you are JEHOVAH 

The self-existing Almighty one

In my weaknesses and frailties I am confident of your mercies

because you are El Nas and El Rachum 

Lord I want to praise you with incomprehensible words like

Reglara ban derogo sesto escalaraba Reguloveoragre brandigero… till thy Knigdom come 

and when it’s all said and done 

You remain the Omega

GRATITUDE

On a scale of A – Z my worth could have rated as a non-existent alphabet without the predestined thoughts of the Alpha God. I mean what value was attached to me when Christ scanned the radar and saw a man lying in the trenches, battered by the onslaughts of a battle he should have been prepared for by simply acknowledging that God was and is God. 

When He heard me mutter with parched larynx and scarred lungs for help, he showed up even though I never even asked for His help. Seriously, who offers help when no one asks for it? My background meant nothing to Him, He wouldn’t be deterred by the faults that growing up had engraved on my thoughts, He looked way past the stupid insecurities that I had no business purchasing, and He chose to rightfully trust this mind full of lust… He chose me 

Funny thing is He didn’t just clean me up… He’s still cleaning me. Sometimes the sponge gets a bit rough as he consciously rubs off the unconscious scales that I have welded to my subconscious. Sometimes it feels like scalpels are being sunk in every facet of my personality to excavate the skeletons that I had buried with the white flags of bluffs. And when I open my “under the refinery” lips in complaints He hushes me into silence – “No whitewashed walls” He says, “we can’t just paint over these cadavers, the stinks will surface”

So I simply grumble still not aware of the load of good the refinery is doing me… I’m learning to know… Sometimes it takes dreams for me to realize that I am still on course, still undergoing the course of faith, because at other times the pressure of the wanton world blinds my naked vision. Sometimes only revelations wink at me when I browse my 66 Books manual, a rare occurrence as Facebook, twitter, DSTv, and the media have me on the regular. 

Still He continues the work, which He alone could start and only He can conclude amidst my rain of frailties. Not budging, not reneging on His promise to never leave me, nor abandon me… remaining a true homie, the ruler of the home called me, providing and being the shepherd even though I definitely don’t act like the sheep… I wonder why He still believes I can amount to the original intent that initiated my creation. 

If He still thinks I am worth it, then I am… Hmmm

For the many days that I ran back to my slime… as I still do… For the many days that I doubt that you would ever value my coarseness… For the many days that I let go of the mission in pursuit of what was in my peripheral vision… For the many days I forget the enormity of The Call… For the fact that you never ever kicked me out and shut the door… 

I just want to say Thank You Dad… You rock.

For the journey so far, Thank You

THE HOSPITAL

 I came by a building once that looked like a church; a cross & a steeple in front, all white & saintly with a touch of green, I noticed a sign on the front porch - it said; Out Patient Parking, but the building itself had no name, no sign other than the green cross. Hold up, I noticed the green cross had a green snake wound round it just like the ones in hospitals & pharmacies.

See, it was Sunday morning and I was hoping I could do service quickly and head out for an appointment, really. Yeah! Sunday appointments, I do them like freebies. Don’t ask me where my family was on this Sunday because the day I started a family was my worst day; I have been trying to reverse that decision since, I will someday. Who has time for family when there’s so much to do on life’s runway?

So back to the gist about church; I checked my watch to see how much time I had before my appointment, shucks! Barely one hour, church service would have to be in transit, after all my body is the temple of the Holy Ghost, that’s it! Just as I turned to go, an ambulance with sirens blaring screeched past me to stop inches from the main entrance front steps & two paramedics jumped out and ran to the back of the truck.

 I was hoping to see some half dead guy on a gurney but I was shocked when the door opened and a robust guy walked out bubbling with life, louis rag, bright coloured t-shirt, studs, leopard skin blazers & skinny jeans. Then I noticed the paramedics didn’t have any white or green or blue uniforms on, just t-shirts & jeans. "Ok, this is weird" I thought to myself… There was no hurry in their demeanour as they climbed the steps.

 The main entrance opened and two nurses stepped out, in knee-length skirts & beautiful stripped shirts; the only thing that showed they were nurses were the white caps. Warmth streamed around them & it was obvious their smiles was from their heart - not trying to fake it like some ushers…these were seasoned nurses, not some upstarts…

 One paramedic tripped & something fell from his hand - A bible, seriously?

 I forgot my appointment and walked up to the driver in the truck “What is this place?” I asked… “Oh, hi… it’s a hospital” he responded with a smile that could wake the dead…“What kind of a hospital?”… “One that cures everything” he answered yet again… I still didn’t get it but didn’t want to look foolish (first impression matters) so I changed my line of questioning “That guy you just brought in, he looked well, so why the emergency wails?”…“He’s not so welll” The driver retorted “he’s struggling with self-esteem, Identity crises, was contemplating suicide when the medics apprehended him and is struggling with pornography”… I paused to connect the dots, but the line wasn’t forming…

 Hospital, bibles, self-esteem, identity, suicide… pornography. Seeing my confusion, the driver added “if you are wondering what kind of a hospital it is, why don’t you go in & find out?” Curiosity got a hold of me and I unconsciously turned towards the row of steps.

 As I reached the landing, the main entrance opened and the same nurses held it open letting the two paramedics rush out again… both of them said “hi” & I felt a pull towards their smiles… one even paused to shake hands with me… and they were off again... another emergency I guess. Guess what the ushers did? They both hugged me… “Welcome to The Hospital” they said in unison taking my briefcase and my jacket from me… I was dumbstruck, but my feet carried me…

When I finally walked in, it felt like another world entirely… I could feel a strong supernatural force or presence but I had no idea what it was, this place was odd… beautifully odd – the chairs where arranged in a circular pattern, with a young man in denim slacks and t-shirt at the centre of the pattern… on his neck hung stethoscopes, but there was no lab coat… If I was allowed to swear, I would swear... matter of fact I swear… there was this halo around him, which made him look like Jesus! My attention was ripped off him by the rays of love flying by me… It was coming from everyone that was staring at me…

No, this wasn’t some erotic sensual love, it wasn’t even philio… This was some word-defying love that could only be felt not described “Are they high on stuff?” was a thought I couldn’t help… “No” The young man in the centre responded “Just the Holy Spirit, not stuff”… “Can he hear my thoughts?” I thought to myself… “No” He answered once again “it’s just written all over your face, that’s all”… Then he came down from the little platform and walked towards me.

I stood there transfixed, not sure if to turn away… or to stay, I fidgeted like a teenage girl being asked out… I felt like crying - the essence here was strong - I felt all the defences that I had built up over the years cripple like wax in sun… I didn’t realize when tears took leave of absence from my eyes… And when he finally reached me and hugged me, JESUS… Yeah! That’s the word JESUS… that’s what I felt! “It’s not just a word” He whispered in my ears… “It’s The Name above every other name anywhere”… I kept sobbing… not stopping…“What is happening to me…? “You are experiencing the Love of God, The Cure to everything” he replied

 “What is this place?” I asked for the second time in fifteen minutes… “Most people call it church, but it’s a hospital, everyone walks in here sick, either spiritually, mentally or physically… but the Love of God cures us all and makes us whole” He replied again

“Are you saying everyone here has issues?” My shock increased my sobbing “Sorry to disappoint you sir, but even I have issues” he replied “You think your family is slowing you down on life’s runway, but I tell you what, your family is important to God’s purpose on earth, your family is your first responsibility on earth, you are the Head of that Department” He added with a smile

I never told him about my family issues, how he got to know about it, I know not “I am a doctor sir, the Holy Spirit - the Chief Medical Director just told me” Then one of the nurses walks up to him with a new stethoscope “Who’s that for?” I puzzled “Everyone here has one” The doctor replied “everyone here is special, so we monitor individual heartbeats with different stethoscopes, this is yours” … Then I looked up at the ceiling with tears in my eyes… hoping to see a fresco... But all I saw was a huge painting that read - “The church is a hospital not a monastery… It’s God that justifies the ungodly, not Morality”

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

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