"Daddy, in my obedience, You tantalize me more than any man can afford. You remain the best Father I could never afford." Tosin This year, a lot has happened in my quaters, as much as it has with the rest of the world. I wouldn't know where to begin if I decided to tell it [...]
Some weeks ago, we walked towards a lady who was trying to pick something up from her front pouch. We exchanged greetings and spoke to her for a bit and as we walked away, my daughter (DQ - she'll be five next month) said,"Mummy, I wanted to ask her if she knows Jesus. It's good [...]
If I was there, Jesus, in your days What would be my name? Where would I have stood? Would I be Mary who gave you birth? Or Herod, who sort your death? Would I have travelled like the wise men? Or held the sword across a child's head? If I was there, Jesus, in your [...]
It's a good day to be drunk . . .
His betrayer had given them a sign: “The One I kiss, He’s the One; arrest Him!” So he went right up to Jesus and said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” and kissed Him. Matthew 26:48-49 Then one of the Temple guards standing nearby slapped Jesus across the face. “Is that the way to answer the high priest?” he demanded. [...]
Please, come with me . . .
For God so loved you and me . . .
then come!
I still worry about what others think about me. I still hope everyone likes me. I never want to be the villain in anyone's bedtime story. But in the heart of those desires is pride. My assessment of myself is based on 'goodness' not 'godliness' and if I must be truthful, like Paul, no good [...]
. . . if you can afford it.
Which do your words serve?
Eyes on the prize . . .
What drives the heart of man . . .
You'll wake up from death disappointed . . .
Are you searching to find Him?
No one is undeserving, no, not one . . .
Dear God . . .
With my legs shaking and my heart pounding, I decided I wanted to be a part of the experience. I wanted to know how it worked and experience how easy it will be to share my faith using a script . . .
The moment we stop chasing after the essence of why He came and become more interested in the side-servings of His coming, then we have so sadly missed the mark.
. . . till I saw the Light walk to my door.
