MAKE THOU NO ROOMS ANYMORE

In haste I sweep my heart floors with a broom at the announcement of the Visitor. My eyes are lit up in alarm to quickly put up an acceptable presentation of my untrue self.

“Be quick! Be quick!” my soul cries out in a hurry to splash water over what should be scrubbed. No time to put away loitering clothes but do see some wall cracks to stuff ‘em in.

I plant a smile right away over my fake face and if needed, will show remorse and deceive myself this remorse isn't momentary.

“Shoot!” I cursed at my clothes ‘cos they look so filthy.

“Ah Ha!” Got a lint remover. Now that should do it.

“hmm! What smells? Is that me?” Darn it!

Perfume to the rescue!

“Whew! That was close.”

“Now let’s check on my breath! Ew! I thought so! This is a job for a mouthwash.”

Finally ready!

Visitor comes…Visitor goes…

Only a matter of time and they all start creeping back…

Breathe goes south…and then the perfume wears out…

Lint remover doesn’t clean clothes…washing does…

Weariness overshadows my former smile…

And my body itches. Definitely need a bath…

…and then…a squeaky sound…

“Oh no! Don’t tell me!” 

A rat seems to be having fun pushing through the wall cracks and playing with the clothes I stuffed away earlier.

“That’s it! I’m tired of myself!”

Can’t continue making patches on torn clothes when there is a chance to get new.

Gotta take out the bandages and get a real treatment for what ails.

Making room within has become hoarding of the old.

I can no longer settle for convenience in sight of the real deal  if can just push myself a little more.

Can't stand the pity I've earned for always making excuses.

O wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from this life of death?

No wonder I’m unhappy…no wonder I’m sore.

I cannot retain the Spirit with dirt shoved to side – the cause of my ill-health!

“You know what? I’ll empty myself, be imbued by the Spirit and filled anew. My soul, make thou no rooms anymore!!!

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

FEAR THAT BRINGS WISDOM

NY Subway crimes these days are escalating beyond control! It has caused a crack on even the most confident soul!

Gadgets usually brought out for display and use have now been reclined to the safety covers of carry-on bags.

The daring boldness of daylight robbery can be attested by the weary looks of passengers with fears shown.

Just a more-than-a-second-look at another prompts a closer grip of personal belongings alone!

Fear!

That terrible, yet inevitable reality of our existence!

Fear!

Completely unavoidable even with foreknowledge assistance!

The void of uncertainty isn’t really the birthplace of this crippler.

One thing for sure is it is, without a doubt, a character definer!

 Ironic that the scriptures boldly declare the fear of God as the beginning of wisdom;

You see, fear only has all the power that you give it!

On one hand, it can cause the throwing in of the towel, and on the other, a revealing of the truth about our debilitating humanity!

Is it wise to only fear what can kill the body and not more, what can kill both the body and the soul?

What do you think drives us to prevent death by any means necessary when the truth is it is beyond our control?

So, here it is:

Fear that brings the acceptance of truth;

That births a need to plan as early as the days of your youth;

That makes you change what can be changed

And accept what cannot be;

That unveils the reality of uncertainties;

And yet split the curtains for you to see –

After all planning is done for the future, to still commit yourself to Christ, the one true Savior

Whose fear is the opposite of the world’s –

A fear with a definition that relieves even in the subways or wherever it might find you;

One that opposes the other which creeps up on random –

The fear you should really embrace: The beginning of wisdom!

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

I'm Coming Home!

A well-known artist declared this theme enough to put it to rest.

If nothing, I must make a go at this to pass the test

My test is to never give up, come what may

Life is too short to wile away

No matter how hard I try to be the best

I need to find refuge always in God's saving nest

I can't live for tomorrow without living today

I must heed God's call no matter what failure will say

What are my coordinates? North..South...East...West?

I command my soul to rise with each bang on my chest

Away I bid thee! No pleas! Away!

I will not dare to hold you darkness at bay!

I cannot work for my salvation as the Word says to only work it out

This is my stand on my long journey home

Let Christ imbue and overflow, within and without

This is my hope on my long journey home

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

In Vain Have I Smitten

Whom I love, I chastise!

Recall memories of parental discipline

Love calls its own to order

Teaching a child how to grow

What will be said? –

When I child is let go to make mistakes and never learns

Deeper and deeper the quagmire goes

Yet onward, the wanderer astray knows

God told Jeremiah, “…In Vain Have I Smitten…”

Yet in love I chastise in and out of season

Return again to me, saith the Lord

Or how will it be said? –

That in vain loved even our God?!

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

Give Me To Drink!

It wasn't a drought that brought this upon me!

Water is in abundance. Waterfalls of the element of earthly life right before me.

Enough for now and always to use and abuse yet my soul deny its fill.

I'd rather drink sand than taste a drop of this earthly liquid.

For I have seen it...

seen what it can do!

I have stood by while others drank after warning them not to.

The taste, I am told, is sweet and soothing when taken.

It streams down your inside when drunk, leaving an immediate satisfaction as guaranteed.

However, as many turn to leave afterwards, their pupils dilate red and their spirit begin to pale. Sweetness becomes sour as poison flood the entire system.

You see it was the enemy I say, the enemy I say.

The accuser of men must have done this to cause all to sway.

Still I die to the world as I watch others take their momentary fill.

My flesh fade as I see many live within a few distance of abundant evil waters.

When will my fill come you ask me?

When will my thirst be undone?

A drop of living waters fell from heavens gates straight onto my lips. I took it with great thirst and waited for a while to see if it had poison. But lo, nothing bad happened.

Then I asked for more as I gaze skyward. And then...more came for sure.

When many saw me they stood amazed. A few summoned courage to ask me where did you find your fill and I told them:

rather you stay by this deadly waters, body swelling and begin to sway,

look to Jesus, ask like me, for all you have to say -

Give me, of you, to drink!

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

Gift for God

In accordance to tradition, a family celebration is meant to bring a house unit together.

I recall such an occasion.

It was a great celebration because all concerned didn't utter a word; all gathered couldn't voice a sound.

That great, it was!

One by one, we were allowed to witness the sight of greatness; an occurrence truly breathtaking.

A mother unveiled the life she carried, tucked in a thick woolen cloth.

The Gift: an innocent child who gazed at its visitors with shown interest.

A sound escaped the baby's lips, tugging at the heart of mother. In love, joy's true smile beamed across her face which was then matched by the whole family.

So likewise, in the heaven of heavens, God's face is lit; His Spirit is whelmed with joy; His Soul smiles in width wider than the overturned rainbow.

Don't wonder what it was dearly beloved. God smiles at his newborn children...you know like a mother forgets her travails after childbirth, Christ smiles, having forgotten his travails over you,

you the gift for God!!!

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

It is the Sabbath!

Four words that weigh heavier than a thousand milestone stacked, one after the other:

It is the sabbath!

Tis today's camouflage for the public; an excuse for one day service!

In layman's language, what you are on the outside isn't what you are within; who you are in public isn't who you are at home. Words heavy enough to bring a soul down to hell! Claws inextricably clutched to skins dragged to hades.

It would have been better to say the same for ev'ryday.

Lets try it.

Today is Monday and my response is "Oh my, it is the sabbath."

Wanna try it for Tuesday? Ok I know I know.

Wednesday then.

No?

Thursday?

You gotta give me Friday or Saturday.

I don't believe it!

Only Sunday? And for a few hours to be holy?

Wow!

No wonder!

My relationship with Christ is a mess. I can't keep a goal for long. Procastination and depression are closer than friends.

All because one day in seven is the sabbath!

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

Messiah is coming

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

Do you see what I see?

Drinking and partying now a global decree?

Do you hear what I hear?

A terribly weak resolve to endure in the face of personal fear?

Do you eat what I eat?

Inorganics that rob of the bush taste of simple foods like meat?

Do you wear what I wear?

Clothes with no longer a purpose to cover but to cause a stare?

Do you live where I live?

Watching my back trying to protect my life from a neighborly thief?

Do you drink what drink?

Dregs full of self that make me from humanity sink?

Do you walk the way I walk?

Pride that kill brain cells and return me to mom to sulk?

Do you sit where I sit?

Alone, in need, but unwilling to move my feet?

Do you know these times are telling?

Infallible proofs above that the Messiah is coming?

The Will of Him Who Sen Me!

A messenger, I was, without an inkling of knowing on my end. I was sent out for a reason and with a purpose but nothing seemed to register. I must have fallen and got kicked in the head because only a concortion can cause the amnesia I had.

....the will of Him who sent me....

All I can do is play a guessing game to ascertain. You know what?

It has to be something powerful...something grand!

I think its to save the world...or....something!

...or something...

Come to think of it I'm guessing a messenger is sent out with a message.

Light slowly illuminated my brain.

A message! A message that fulfills it purpose when its delivered.

...the wil of Him who sent me and to finish His work...

...finish His work...

The message that must be delivered.

Wow! No wonder I'd forgotten all these while.

While I was figuring out something pride-mounting and fame-proclaiming, it was always near and terribly simple.

No wisdom needed.

No puzzle to solve.

And there and then it hit me like a thousand light bolts:

Christ and him crucified!

I said it!

There I said it!

Packaged. Unpackaged.

...And now delivered.

To everyone I must tell that Christ died and rose.

His will is done.

An eternal price paid by God's Son.

Ages ago crucified yet His blood's efficacy still undiminished.

Message delivered - His work finished!

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

What do you seek?

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

What do you seek?

Time is too precious! Every step echo dangerous warnings to retreat! Heartbeat pound the rib cage in fright of recompense to come. Yet your resolve stays unshaken; your spirit hold down the soul before it flees away.

"This I must explore!" you say.

And on you go.

Carefully, yet determinedly you advance. With three soft steps you're in. There and then you gaze at incredible beauty that astounds any. Your eyes light up like never before at such glory and splendor and did I forget wonder? No! I couldn't!

Without knowing you covered the middle of the room in bedazzled steps.

Who dwells in such a place as this? Your heart questions.

Obviously, its one thing to visit as an aristocrat but to live within-day in and day out- would be only for the highest of nobles.

Slowly, the quiet pinches. The silence crawls over your brilliant skin.

Simply put, consciousness returns.

Your eyes meet others who stare. A stare of judgment or resentment you can't say. Is it pity or empathy your confidence stray. One approaches and stops behind you. Slowly, you turn, expecting the words:

"what do u seek?"

But the words you hear change your life forever:

"Welcome my child and dwell with me. Your soul has wandered for years with a future that's bleak but you found me and I dare not ask what u seek. You've spent yourself low, its time for the peak. So my son- christ for you he died, givin you strength..you no longer have to be weak!

Believe and live! All that's mine is yours! You came seeking...you leave a living being!

From where do you know me?

Never have I seen such a party!

Grand, beautiful, luminuous and wonderful!

Music and laughter fill the air, availing to all attendants the liberty of its debauchery. At the center seats the majesty whose voice was heard with the same pitch in defiance of distance. The majesty begins to ask a question: from where do u know me? He exclaimed. Standing up and going from one corner to another, from nobles to peasants, the majesty sought the answer to his question.

Guests started responding. Slowly at first. Then, in a chorus, the answers varied but did come speedily without much thought or truth.

Then, the majesty stopped in front of me.

....where do u know me? The same question posed.

My eyes slowly welled up in tears; hands clutched in remembrance.

I said to myself:

You were sentenced to death for what you rightly deserved. Depression, sorow, and low self-esteem had become your buddies. It was there you recalled God knew you: where moth and rust had seeped too far in, and robbers had stolen more than you could bear. Sin, so heavy, you once carried without choice or reason, where hell, you once called home.

Now looking unto the majesty, your hands point to the unseen and your lips tremble of weighty words unable to utter. The majesty nods in comprehension. When the majesty's hand touched your cheeks in love's reach, all you could say, at the mercy of all who heard, was:

"Christ! It was in Sin's deliverance I knew thee!"

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

Doves in The Valley

The mention of the word valley spurs me ironically to think of a mountain. I mean, my mind cooks up two mountains with a valley between.

The valley: a place that I can affirmatively say isn't a good place by just reflecting on psalm 23 - …through
the valley of the shadow of death...

The valley seems to denote extremities or deficiencies. For example, when
the rain is done falling, the mountains are never flooded unlike the valleys; while the sun beats the mountains, the valleys are enriched of its lack.

You can stand on the mountaintop and behold a glimpse of the world's kingdoms and its many glories but to see the mountain peak
from the valleys remains impossible.

So picture this:

You are standing on the mountaintop with soothing sounds of beautiful birds chirping in the hollow before you transcending gravity and humanity. Doves, sparkling white as ever, ascend out of the darkness beneath. Then wonder strikes of such beauty found in such a place? Is it a force of darkness clothed like the angel of light or the real deal?

Can the
messiah be from the least tribe of Israel or we are our own saviors?

All these are possibilities but I yearn to latch hold of the very last. Let it all be gone and I'm human again. Loneliness overwhelms! Reality sets in! I am not of my own! Life is of pure design and the creator I seek!

It may be a lost shot but I'd rather hope and lose than not hope at all.

Doves in the valley!

Beloved can you see?

The creator, defying
deaths for three days, ascend up from abysmal depths to save thee!

Come Down Before My Child Dies

Thin legs of mine ran with long strides, sounds like that of horses. Heavy gasps of breath forced through my lungs for release. Only, if only, I find Him, then the journey will not be a waste.

The tougher part will come later- an encounter I dread so much it slows me down. But I cannot dwell on it right now till I see Him...till I stare trembling before the Master to ask a favor. The part I fear most is if He rejects me and grants not my desire then all is lost.

My soul had grown weary from looking until I spot Him and then my countenance changed. Immediacy cried heavily in my ears and I knew there wasn't time for many words.

A few moments after, I was on my way back. My wish was granted!

My request was given!

Without looking back I knew He was coming with me. I didn't have to say much nor did I, with Him, need to have ties. All I said was:

Jesus! Quickly, for life goes and time flies;

What I ask is for many and my soul desperately cries.

Come down before my child dies!

By The Pool Bethesda

One of those people who had given up trying was me.

I had a lot of goals-so many there were but none have been spared.

As fast as never… before I run as slow as ever…hoping to reach the finish line only to have another claim d prize.

Once-known passion dwindled to lackluster and then to hopelessness, only to end in despondency.

What's the point of trying only to be shut down afterwards?

Strength is stolen as the yrs go by.

Life ages as time waits for none.

Giving up is logical, actual, and real.

…You will always have a choice a proverb says…

My response: not for me!

Then another, like other blessings past, came in sight.

A plain man walks to me with a wanderer's look and rich in lack of physical wealth.

"Pick yourself up," he says "and live again."

My answer for him is capped in three words: "what's the point?"

"You see the blessings u seek? Though far, I bring near; unreachable by you but freely offered by me. Here! Take! Have what you've sought. The emptiness that plagued you, like the leper beside Bethesda, fullness I give.

Whatever you need and whenever,

Grace and mercy receive!

Take up your bed and walk from nigh and far,

Deliverance meets thee by the Pool Bethesda!"

Born of God

I wish to witness my birth!

But Ye, I can't.

It would have been something- I know-but such will never be granted!

You know what next I wish for?

A flat screen where I can behold my every step…and to ask for too much… amend my steps to the way it should be. But you know what? If I am to be granted such a priceless blessing, then, only I must glare at the screen, for shame, oh so mighty shame and revulsion that stink out will be mine only to bear.

Wow! I started this message with curiosity but now have none left. My heart raced with excitement but not a before.

Then a Man, with holes in his hand, whispered in my ears:

"What if you can have it?"

What? I asked.

"What you just fantasized about?"

How? It can't be possible.

"What if you can have it but in a different way…Another of the same?"

What if? I wondered.

"This time, I, knowing the future, can guide you.

I , loving all, will help you."

What about...

"Your shame and mistakes you mean?

Guess what? I'll cover it!

When you fall I will be there to pick you up.

You don't have to wish to watch yourself born and grow when it's source is of man.

Behold something greater:

You-being born of God!

God of love…God of mercy

God of love, God of mercy

Have mercy upon me

God so pure, and so holy

Let my life be full of your glory

 

Thou art so sweet and so caring

My heart for you - be unfailing

Thou art so beautiful and so creative

In you I find the will to live and live

 

A wonder of awe and artistry

Culminates to announce your majesty

Calling things not as though they are

Takes your reverence, in me, higher and higher

 

I command this soul of mine be humbled

Let Christ have you though u've stumbled

Never deem it hard to be too obedient

For no sacrifice, too costly, will cause you to relent

The Father of Mercies

The father of mercies!

These words strike a chord in memory, a recall of something to do with boasting. Bear with me for I will thus explain. The father of mercies tickle in me the vision of someone presented to all as having mercy. This question was asked: Is there anyone merciful in this hateful world of quick judgment? A Being steps out to answer:

"I am!"

As spectators behold the one who dares to claim such a rare status, another one speaks within the crowd: "what about the father?"

Many concerned folks, weary of great longings of mercy, thirsty of ages past of such rare glory, turn to behold the one who defies such a moment.

A commoner, just like any other, steps out into the open - nothing of sight to reckon with but eyes full of a greater depth that comes with knowing. 'Tis a knowing that signifies experience and not words

The commoner speaks again:

"If you claim to bear mercy, what about the ocean that overflows in abundance of it? If you dare to deceive with a show of pity, what about the rivers of rare glory that flows from the source of mercy?

You speak with words to show. I speak of a place to go! Come! Let me show all where to drink from; a fullness provided for all and not for some! Follow into the throne of grace and stand before the mercy father face to face."

After all said and done, only one step it took for all to quench their longings that whelmed for ages, for we all, shortly after, lay by the ocean of grace provided by the father of mercies!

The I am that I am; the One who stretches hands of empathy to feel what we feel and stare with eyes heavy of love at us –

I acknowledge the Father of us all!!!

What Is It To You

What is it to you?

When anything of value loses its substance

When the winds fail to make one tree dance

What is it to you?

When the one you love does not reciprocate

When you'd rather punish than emancipate

What is it to you?

When the wicked prosper and I hold out on judgment

When my name is continuously defied and I do not comment

What is it to you?

When evil becometh of the land and justice comes not

When the path to rightness is not sought

What is it to you?

When I justify where I must condemn

Let a repented sinner into heaven

What is it to you?

I am God and there is none other

When you and me even I cannot sunder

What is it to you

THE BURDEN OF THE WORD

Burden is such a word I can identify with

It's quite ironic that the Word bears a burden forthwith

Course through the breeze whistling by and do wonder if there is such a burden

For the word is as the breeze, if not lighter

But those who have been bruised, lifted by the word;

Those who have been abdicated, crowned by more than this two-edged sword

Can testify; raise their hands to signify their concord –

There is such a burden in word!

Unfortunately, the consensus reveals the norm in the abundance of our hearts;

Our lips are rarely opened before words of conceit, anger, hate, and evil are voiced.

Commanded myself to stop for the list is endless of heavy burdens – milestones they are – that leave our mouths only to hang over another and drown them in the wiles of life!

So if you know nothing of a burden, you know that of any word!

Before thou cling so easily to the heaviness of ours, challenge thy open-mindedness for another word that holds light is blowing through!

Though its lightness is a burden but be comforted, its yoke is easy and its burden is indeed light!

Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden and I shall give you rest!

This is the burden of Christ:

Believe and be redeemed!

Be saved once and for all!

So simple!

So easy!

Yet a burden –

THE BURDEN OF THE WORD

 

 

 

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

The LORD possessed me in
the beginning
of his way, before his works of old.

If you ask me, all I know about ‘the beginning’ is that God created the heavens and the earth…

If you tell me otherwise, all I have to say is I totally respect your volition to have, and to hold, such a notion, whatever it may be.

If you ask me about possession, all I’ll say is I often respond to such a word with caution and a little fright of the unknown taking my known.

If you ask me of works of old, all I’ll say is David speaks of being young and later old, yet have not seen the righteous forsaken. He definitely knows about the works of old but me, the more I know is the more I need to know.

So let’s revisit that marvelous scripture, put the pieces together.

Hmm!

What do we have here?

With great caution and fright of the unknown inhabiting my known; the unknown that created the majesty of the heavens and the earth, though, I be young, and knowest nothing, his works of old was attested by King David…and one affirmation from the one after God’s own heart is enough to let go of all my inhibitions and take in the one who defies my bounds with His boundlessness, erupts my confines with his vastness, reveals the sweet joy in fearlessness…

So let Him possess me in my beginning
(the same way He must have in Jesus’ case),
and open my eyes to my destiny before my form took shape in the hourglass of time.

Profound?
You have no idea!

Incredulous?
Wait and See!

You ask me if it’s possible...If it’s true?
Well….So let’s….