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….

MY OFFICIAL WEBSITE IS OUT

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

Hi Everyone,

I am extremely grateful for the encouragement and support that you have given, even by merely reading my postings and responding to it as deemed fit. My official website is

www.sovereignbooks.com

You can click on the wings of the wind and read more about the description and also the excerpt. Afterwards, you can go ahead to purchase your copy. For readers in Nigeria, I'm working out a way to get the books available for you guys. It's going to take a little while but God if faithful.
New postings will be simultaneously posted on here and on my new website as I gradually move all my writings to sovereignbooks.com.
Great things are bound to happen to those who live by faith, and not by sight.

Grace and Peace,
Olushile Akintade

Wings of the Wind

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

Do listen to the whispers of faded time

As it courses through – running past us

You hear it!

You feel it!

You see it!

It overtakes without aiding…

But oh Beloved….do listen!

Thou knowest not the Source…

Where it goest…Where it comest from!

Certainly, it comes!

It waits not for your bid.

You don't have to compel!

It comes.

Surely, it does!

You know why? The reason is simple! It carries Someone! The water suddenly ripples up waves. The peace of the clouds is disrupted!

Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind!!!

The Lord Jehovah! Behold Him! He comes!

Sorry I haven't updated my website recently.
Guess what?- I just finished my first book. Its fiction rapped around historical setting. The name is

The Lion of Africa I: Wings of the Wind.

You can actually read an excerpt about it online to see if it stirs your interest and its only $18.69 online. Can you pls read the description and excerpt online for me? Not to blow my horn but it is a wonderful book cos it took a lot from me and I feel a part of me slumbers within its confines.
Click here: Lion of Africa I: Wings of the Wind

I will really appreciate your criticism and views and will look forward to hearing from you soon.

Understanding the Mysteries

If you could understand the complexities of life, the woundings of circumstances, the inexplicables of life's occurrences, would you still be human?

If you could choose the soul of a god for yourself and hold the power to will the scepter of control or trudge on the hot sands as mortal, weak and contemptible, what would it be?

If you could afford lavishes of liberty and merry in the pool of improvidence or be subjective to the Unseen and acknowledge incompleteness, what would you buy?

What callest thou a man who claims godhood?

What callest thou a god who bears manhood?

Why do legends and myths claim the insatiable constancies of gods mingling with men? Is it a tale of endless desires or soul-cries of man to have gods inhabit their world?

If divinity is clothed in mortality, and mortality now bears the DNA traces of divinity, then what are we-gods on earth?

If…only if….

If you're capable of impossibilities and have been fed with ordinaries, aren't you a little bit curious to explore and unlock those potentials?

If the Creator, with the power to destroy and re-create chooses to love and save, would you be glad you got a chance to live?

If you could be shown and still retain the power to choose, would you agree?

Pictures, frames, stories, proofs, wonders, beauties, are all I offer!!!

Let's walk through the twenty-second Psalm and behold the understandings of the mysteries…

My resolve…My purpose!!!

Why have thou forsaken me?

Why is there pain where there should be strength?

It's high time I made a decision.

Mourning may indeed endure for the night but joy comes in the morning!

In my opinion, its about time those words become more than words.

People want reality not words.

However reality isn't variably independent.

It is a by-product of something else.

Nothing becomes real unless we make it to be.

Nothing can be more real than what we perceive or make ourselves see.

So I blind myself to the negativities that surround me without excluding them from consideration.

Thick scales rooted in the Word block my sight and all I see is what I see.

All that's real to me is the Word.

And if I dare say, Christ is the Word.

Nothing matters more. Nothing drives close to home than this: Christ and Him Crucified!

So when I face adversity, my strength is not in me but in Him.

When troubles come my way, my hope lies not in this world but in the Holy Spirit.

Do you care to know what I say to the impossible and the seemingly unreal? Have you any idea to second guess my conditioned response to the uncontrollable stimuli that fills this worldly sphere? Will you dare underrate my dreams as mere figments of imaginations?

Well you can try, and try you will.

This is my resolve. Though my eyes are red and my heart, milestone-heavy of pain and sorrow, I choose to believe, and believe I shall. God hasn't seen any like this. A broken-down, death-trodden infant who holds on to Him when many would have called it quits.

Jesus I believe!

Help my unbelief!

New Beginnings!

Told me once not to despise new beginnings

Why should I hope in what always is recurring?

If I ever be counted as a righteous man who falls

Though I be not one, duty calls

At the road side where my step is lost

To go to the start is such a dreadful cost

At the spot on the wayside where I failed

There I must continue be I frailed

Beginnings may be essential and vital

Continuance is indispensable; the without is lethal!

THE JOY OF HIS COMING!!!

Mr. No-Change looks like everybody else: a large barrel containing something, or sometimes, nothing. Mr. No-Change fits perfectly in the first category, which is of those who contain something. He is always full of something and seems to enjoy whatever fills him at various points in time. Whenever its time to uncork the tap and let go for a refill of something else, Mr. No-Change reveals his true form and cleaves on without letting go.
I approached him one day and asked him do you believe in Christ? He said Yes, of course I do. I asked him do you feel content with this world and how things are? He answered me and said as long as he gets his fill then the world is a perfect place to be.
In the other side of the city lives Mr. Passing-By. He's regarded as the dumbest fool of the city. Whenever you need anything, just go to Mr. Passing-By and ask him. As long as it is within his possession he will gladly give it to you. Remember what I said earlier, about everyone being a barrel? Well, he also is filled with something all the time. The only difference is that he gladly turns the tap and let go to fill other's needs. The weirdest thing I've ever heard is that no matter how much you take from him, he seems to have his barrel full in the next instant.
I asked him one day how is it that you let go of things so easily? He said that since he has no home and travels a lot, he might as well lighten his load as he moves from city to city. My brows ruffled up as I looked at him puzzled. He went on to explain that his refill comes every second and the earlier he lets go the better. When he turned to refill some opportunist I asked him will he be travelling soon. He said he's been travelling his whole life and has no intent to stop. His home isn't here and will move on to another city very soon.
So tell me who will be ready to let go of his skin and get a new one when Jesus comes? Who will be more than happy at His return?
Which one describes you exactly?
Oops! I forgot to tell you.
Mr. Passing-By is also a christian just like Mr. No-Change.



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

You Can Try

Smother me

Or let me be.

Numb my senses

Sure try lowering my fences.

You could try to beat it

But you can never win it.

Shatter my defense

And behold a new offense.

Dare to make me starve

There's something you'll never have.

Cause me to sin.

I have another chance to begin.

Forever.

It is such a beautiful word.

So profound and yet so simple.

You don't need an education to know what it means. It can be proven, if you dare to know, that even the individual who has never had any form of education has in his or her finite mind a concept of forever.

Isn't it weird that you could define a word and still be thrown overboard by its exploration? How peaceful we feel when we keep words as transient as it shouldn't and then move on without taking a break to dig deeper. I remember a scripture that even the atheist knows yet it has caused dissension amongst the body of Christ believers.

God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son that whosoever believeth in Him will not perish but have everlasting life.

You see everyone is fine until they get to the last two words:

EVERLASTING LIFE.

If you've ever appraised and embraced what these two words mean then I'll stop my weary hands and rest my caring mind from helping you see what forever means.

To understand everlasting life is to understand forever.

So if you want to keep it simple so will I.

If you rather not go deeper, out of the fear of making things more confusing and avoid arguments then I'll take this walk with you.

Simple truth: You may never have fully understood what John 3:16 is until you take forever as simple and as powerful it is.

So you say forever means to last always.

Alright then.

John 3:16 says if you believe in Christ then you'll live for always.

Simple and Guaranteed.

Eternal life. Everlasting. Forever.

Do you want to keep things simple and avoid strife,

then occasionally dwell on God's words cos there's none better;

believe in Christ and have eternal life,

then dwell in the House of the Lord FOREVER!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR

 

…IN THE HOUSE OF THE LORD…

If you have been lost in the whirls of the busy city and no longer know what it feels like to be refreshed; maybe you feet are worn by the long walks it takes day in and day out; or your senses dulled by the noises that clog your system, then it may be somewhat difficult if not impossible to relate with times of refreshing. I mean after a certain period of time the body tends to acclimatize to its surrounding and thereby becomes alien or defensive to a new sense. I'm sure it's easy to understand the strangeness of a new horizon that brings a peculiar form of weather, in this case the temperate kind, when, as an organism, symbiosis has been established with the tropical.

But hold on…
You can feel it again.
I speak of the times of refreshing.
They are not coming FYI!
They are here!
You are seated right in front of me. In this place you can sense again. There might be a thousand excuses to why you no longer have time for the common; why you no longer indulge in the simplicities of life; why anything less than complex isn't real and cannot hold any form of truth; why the gospel of Christ Himself, as simple and profound, seems incredulous and ludicrous to your liberated mind.
But hold the phone….
If you won't converse with another, and welcome others' opinions then hear what is real as it passes by. Listen to what hovers around; though seemingly transient, yet real. You know it's there though you can't see it. It's the breathe from it that you rely on to live on. Since you're seated then you can, for a brief moment, suffer it to wash you over.
Drown the echoes from your wisdom head. Put off the thought that bears you away to the unreal and for one time, in this lifetime, relax and appraise.
The seconds turn to minutes and for once you feel like you just rested for the first time in eternity. Its like needing a massage so bad that once you get it you drift off in slumber and only stir when something foreign rudely intrudes.
Open your eyes now.
You felt it didn't you?
You touched it isn't that true?
You saw it face to face but for some reason, just like me, you can't explain or describe it. it's beyond words and astounds you so terribly.
It's the wind bearing witness to what is invisible yet existent; what walks on the wings of the wind.
The times of refreshing are here!
If you want to relax again and go through this marvelous experience then come again to this House: God's House, where you thought He didn't exist and let the silence that abhors time teach your proud self that it can be refreshed from the outside.
Imagine if it were always from and in the inside.
Come again I beseech you into the House of the Lord for the times of refreshing wait for no one and yet, is for everyone.

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

The prisoner of Christ