Follow Me

Master, what of him? What is that to you? Only follow.
Master, we've labored since the morning and we share the same reward as those who labored for 1 hour!!! What is that to me? Don't I have right over how I share my rewards!!!
Who defines what is fair and equitable? Us, God, our local congregation? It was God's will that He should suffer.
My employer is not fair, so I change jobs. My church is not rewarding my faithfulness so I sulk or move to another.
Who are we following? Who holds the keys to your life's decision? I wonder if it's God.
How can we walk underneath God's pavilion and be so oblivious to the weight of glory? Who do we follow?
Our simple life dedication - follow Him.
Follow Me - in the desert place, on the road marked with suffering
Follow Me - when the joys of life calls our heart into the motions of unending revelry.
Follow Me

Remember Me

Please when you get to the palace remember me.
The phrase that reminds us all of our humanity.
It reminds us that in even in our strongest hour of belief, we still wonder if there could be a better route, perhaps shorter route, to Glory.
Joseph was remembered-many years down the road, when the windows of the heart see men like trees. He was remembered not because he asked to be but the gift of God in him went ahead of him to prepare the way.
I recently did the same thing-remember me because...but I'm no better than when I first asked.
Remember me - there is only one who remembers us as we ought to be remembered. We will be remembered because of our calling and the gift of God in us.
Lord remember me, I'm still waiting.

To See Faith

To see faith
Through the eyes of the heart
To believe in what is unseen
Is a call into an adventure
Fully undescribed.
To cry out
Knowing the answer is not firmly defined
But certainly coming

To love in the face of hurt
To trust in the heat of anguish
To run
With broken bones
To fly with
Wounded wings
The unending chase in
Seemingly unrelentless pursuits
There has to be more than this
More than the maddening race
Filled with stories of what-could-have-been
Driven with the passion of what-can-be
Yet secretly mourning the loss of what-was-not.

Give me eyes that see faith
Truly as it is.

He Comes

I’m finding it increasing challenging to live with heaven in my eyes.
The daily grind of life seems to be unending maze seeking to grasp that final cheese which leads to Uhuru.

It seems so easy to live life like a schedule without a heart. Get up, drive off, slow down, sit down, pack up, move on - now the day is over. It's just life without a heart.
But my heart tells me great things - He comes.

He comes at his own time ready and swift to execute vengeance on all those who have not longed for His appearing.
When the Son of man returns, will He find faith on the earth? Well, I hope so; I want to be found ready.

He comes - awake my soul, raise the heavenly symphony, call your strings to melodious song of saints triumphant. Live the heavenly life called on by He who is on High.

He comes - Lord teach my heart to live with heaven in my eyes.
He comes - He has set eternity in the hearts of men so that all are without excuse. In all, we cannot comprehend the length and width of all that God has done.
HE COMES - BE READY

Only Follow

Master, what of him? What is that to you? Only follow.
Master, we've laboured since the morning and we share the same reward as those who laboured for 1 hour!!! What is that to me? Don't I have right over how I share my rewards!!!

Who defines what is fair and equitable? Us, God, our local congregation? It was God's will that He should suffer.
My employer is not fair, so I change jobs. My church is not rewarding my faithfulness so I sulk or move to another.

Who are we following? Who holds the keys to your life's decision? I wonder if it's God.
How can we walk underneath God's pavilion and be so oblivious to the weight of glory? Who do we follow?

Our simple life dedication - follow Him.
Follow Him - in the desert place, on the road marked with suffering
Follow Him - when the joys of life calls our heart into the motions of unending revelry.

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How can I say that God is good without discouraging my neighbour and how can I speak on God’s behalf without sounding unfeeling and cold? How can I carry water and fire in the same hand?

How can I give counsel that things are going to get better when God says they will get worse? What is true encouragement?

I’m learning that to encourage is to speak as the one who prepares the way for God to come in. My work is not to make my neighbour happier but to prepare him for the visitation of God.

I’m learning to be as Elihu was to Job – prepare them for God to speak.
God must be able to speak after I’m done.

I look to You, only You who make the weak strong
I look to You, only You who know all my wrong
Come live in me
Breathe in me
Reveal Yourself in me
Make me alive in You

Come Let us return to the Lord – 06

The true purpose of trials and testing is not so that I might receive certain material blessing. A father who first tortures before he gives is no better than a sadist.

I may not have found the whole purpose for trials and tests, but I dare say it has something to do with us becoming more like our Father.

Scripture says that Jesus Christ was perfected through the things he suffered. Perhaps, it is God’s intention that I become as He is through the things I will suffer.

Perhaps through them, I’ll understand His enduring and unyielding love to wards me and all others.
It therefore means that there are certain sufferings I must joyously run into. I remember Paul. He was warned that He would be arrested in Jerusalem but yet He continued because He knew it was God’s way of filling in Paul’s body the sufferings of Christ.

Lord, save me from myself
I want to run to the battle

Come Let us return to the Lord – 05

And this is eternal life that they may know you the one true God and Jesus Christ whom you have sent.
I’m re-learning that eternal life on this side of heaven is not measured by the length of years lived but the depth of life lived. Depth is measured by how much of God we see in everything that comes our way.

All other spiritual blessings are vain compared to the joy of knowing God. The joy of being wrong so that He is shown as been right when He judges, the joy of walking blindly through the valley of the shadow of death, the joy of starting all over again when I find out I did not pay full attention when He spoke, the joy of giving up things I’d love to have so that I can give them to others, the joy of tears in the dark when others don’t understand why I follow Him so foolishly, the joy of crying with those in pain when we can’t understand why God allowed such suffering, the joy of trusting Him even when I can’t trace Him

In the quiet, in the stillness,
I know You are there
When I’m down and out
When the tears have blinded my way

Please be near me
Hold me in Your care
I want to trust You more

Through the doubts
When my heart is weak
I still believe
In this truth

You are the strength of my heart
You are my portion forever
You are the pillar that holds my life

Come Let us return to the Lord – 05

And this is eternal life that they may know you the one true God and Jesus Christ whom you have sent.
I’m re-learning that eternal life on this side of heaven is not measured by the length of years lived but the depth of life lived. Depth is measured by how much of God we see in everything that comes our way.

All other spiritual blessings are vain compared to the joy of knowing God. The joy of being wrong so that He is shown as been right when He judges, the joy of walking blindly through the valley of the shadow of death, the joy of starting all over again when I find out I did not pay full attention when He spoke, the joy of giving up things I’d love to have so that I can give them to others, the joy of tears in the dark when others don’t understand why I follow Him so foolishly, the joy of crying with those in pain when we can’t understand why God allowed such suffering, the joy of trusting Him even when I can’t trace Him

In the quiet, in the stillness,
I know You are there
When I’m down and out
When the tears have blinded my way

Please be near me
Hold me in Your care
I want to trust You more

Through the doubts
When my heart is weak
I still believe
In this truth

You are the strength of my heart
You are my portion forever
You are the pillar that holds my life

Come Let us return to the Lord – 04

In the embrace of a love that would not let go, I’m learning to let go of the things I love to keep.
It seems so simple now – the more loved by God I see myself, the more I am willing to let go of things dear to me.

Come let us return to the Lord, and He will restore us. Confess our sins to the Lord, He will heal us. He longs for us to know how loved we are and to offer Him our lives.

The un-surrendered life is a visible sign of an unloved soul. Unloved because it chooses to be far from the centre of God’s love.

Everyday I try to bring myself to the altar God’s love where I can surrender more of who I am to Him because He loves me.
I’m returning to You Father

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The appropriate response that God demands to every new expression of Himself is what our worship calls for.

To worship God is to respond to Him as He desires. Our worship of Him will be empty if we respond as we choose and not as He desires. He understands Himself better than anyone and therefore knows the proper response He requires.

Worshiping God is a wonder and a mystery. God reveals himself and we respond to what He reveals of Himself by worshiping Him. But our worship of Him must come from what He has revealed of how He wants to be worshiped.

A mystery – God reveals Himself as the object of our worship and method of our worship.
He is self-sustaining and self-revealing. He is the end of Himself and therefore He defines Himself to us per time. He is the limit of Himself and sees Himself as the measure of who He is. He is God

Words fail me, when I’m in Your presence
All I can say is
You are God

Come Let us return to the Lord – 02

The Glory of man is the Glory of God. But the Glory of God is in God. God is self-edifying, self-glorifying.
He exists to please Himself. He is the focus of all His attention. He exists in Himself to bring joy to Himself.

He is the only Being in all that is who does not get bored. Boredom is only for created beings that look to another for satisfaction.

God revels in Himself which is why He is eager to share Himself. He is so full of Himself that He loves to share Himself. He is limitless and exists outside of time yet is always on time.

He is called the transcendent mystery that cannot be fully comprehended in spite of its absolute nearness, the unimaginable balance of immanence and transcendence.
The God that conceals and yet reveals

Come live in me again, the God of forever who is eternal and yet lives internal

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In my season of searching, I’m learning the things I need to see again. Things I need to learn all over again.
God exists for God’s sake and He does all things for His Sake. He has never done anything for man’s sake.

He sent His Son to die in our place for the sake of His Glory. Our forgiveness is not for our sake but for His Glory. If no-one repented after His sacrifice on the Cross, His purpose was still fulfilled because the Cross is not the Glory of man but the Glory of God. God was glorified by the sacrifice of His Son because Jesus did it to bring Glory to God. Sin is not just the dishonouring of man but the dishonouring of God.

My joy is not for my sake but for the glory of God. If I derive joy outside of God’s Glory then I am living less than I have been called. I am not living fully for God’s Glory.
All things exist for only His sake whether salvation, redemption, deliverance, healing, prosperity, warfare.

I will lay my life, everything I am, down at Your Throne.
I am nothing less, save what You make of me
All I am is all You have made me
May my life be the offering You want
May my heart be the true heart of worship

The search for men

I had various conversations with different ladies and they all seem to ask the same questions. Why can't men be men?
I know man at his best is man at his best. Man is man with weaknesses and failings, man with fears but what is man at his best.

Man was created in the image of God. This means man at his best can be a reflection of God.
I look into the eyes of my brothers and wonder if we bring enough validity to our words so that we can be trusted. The value of a man is the value of his words. When a man's words cannot be relied on, the man cannot be trusted.

I ask myself questions - am I living the image of God? Does my life tell the story that God walked among men? Can I be trusted the way Jesus was trusted? Can people look to my strength and find shelter? The prodigal son, the adulterous woman, the Samaritan woman, can I be sent to them. Will Mary & Martha open their doors to without fearing a glint of the sensuous?

God, make me a man, an instrument for Your use. Lord, mould and make me your man, living and shining your light. Lord, make me a man, living and shining your light. Let me see Your face, everywhere I go.

A new beginning

Recently I did something I have always wanted to do for years - start a new life.
I relocated to a new place with the hope that my present would not be judged by the successes or failures of my past.
It's strange that no sooner had I arrived than an invitation to speak comes knocking. The invitation is based on my past success - it seems to trail me.

I did not relocate because of some besetting sin that I wanted to be rid off. I just longed for the prospect of going to a place where nobody knows my name.
It seems my walk of faith has been clouded with the stillness that comes with the familiar, more that that. I've probably become dulled with the tranquility that comes with repetition.

I want to leave the inertia that seems to be crawling in the corners of my heart. I want to embrace once again the passion and wonder that comes with living life - life abundantly.
Perhaps a new territory would be the spur to prick the side of my intent.