Title: ABRAHAM AND THE BIRDS
Continue reading “DAY 104 OF 365: WALKING THROUGH THE WORD DEVOTIONAL”He said to him, “Bring Me a three-year-old heifer, a three-year-old female goat, a three-year-old ram, a turtledove, and a young pigeon.” Then he brought all these to Him and cut them in two, down the middle, and placed each piece opposite the other; but he did not cut the birds in two. And when the vultures came down on the carcasses, Abram drove them away
Genesis 15:9-11
Although brokenness is an evidence of having met God, Moses life teaches us that brokenness is a process. It grows and requires continuous attention to be all encompassing.
Title: BROKENNESS
Continue reading “DAY 79 OF 365: WALKING THROUGH THE WORD DEVOTIONAL”Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me, and know my anxieties; And see if there is any wicked way in me, And lead me in the way everlasting.
Psalms 139:23-24
You see, unconditional love has no explanation. You can’t frame its “whys”. No, you can’t. It is just what it is. And you were chosen to occupy a special place in God’s heart as His family because He loves you…
Title: God’s Own People (Part 2):
WHY WOULD GOD WANT ME?
Continue reading “DAY 23 OF 365: WALKING THROUGH THE WORD”in His love] He chose us in Christ [actually selected us for Himself as His own] before the foundation of the world, so that we would be holy [that is, consecrated, set apart for Him, purpose-driven] and blameless in His sight
Ephesians 1:4 (Amp)
While meditating on the passion of my Christ, I do seem to recognize two abstract but very important figures from it. This revelation deepens my love and gratitude for such a loving Saviour; One whom I believe a dying world needs.
First, it’s the column to which He was tied and scourged:
Continue reading “TWO REVELATIONS I FOUND IN THE PASSION OF JESUS CHRIST”
The African child
Made a victim under
Mother nature‘s chide
Upon which we all now must ponder
From dawn to dusk he’ll cry
Comfort he’s unable to acquire.
The African child
Long ago refused to die
Even when Dada and Mama died
Even when destiny seemed to lie
He still refused to die
Though his destiny looked lumbered
Yet his maker neither slept nor slumbered
And even when he hungered
Upon his future he did ponder.
The African child
Though found in the caves
And then taken through tide and waves
Into the slave’s place
His destiny was never enslaved
For his heart stayed sharp
Playing as a harp Making my hands clap.
The African child
Was called a slave boy
Even made a houseboy
Yet in all, he endured the bore
They called him the chimpanzee
And names from A to Z
Yet he refused to care
Nor did he fear
Cos he had the cure of fears
Even to the core upstairs.
The African child
Is a child depicting strength
He depicts wonder
True beauty in and beneath color
True display of inner strenght
To a very luminous lenght
Showing awesome power
More than a gun powder.
When it comes to leadership
He is always luminary
When it comes to challenges
He lunges readily
When it comes to hardwork
He lies at the frontier.
For the African child is luxuriant
And also yet luxurious
He is always lusty
Though sometimes he is lustful
Yet he is a braveheart
With an unwavering mind
“for a double-minded man Is unstable in all his ways”
This is what the Bible says
But allow me to also say,
“A trouble-minded man Always has a complain to make”.
Now take a look at
The strength of the African child
Forget his skin tone
Look at his strenght
Forget his phonetics
Or his past
But look at his strength
And see the range of honour
Beyond his own ethnics
“for how far you see Will i give forever unto thee And unto thy seed.”
God bless the African child.
(From THE WRITINGS OF JAMES O. GEORGE -2010)
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