Let’s Do 8thMile Again

Last week i swam in love, love so deep i came alive.
Oka autonomous community in Isiala Mbano Imo state was where 8th mile held.
On reaching the residence for volunteers i was in awe, prior to that i envisioned that since we were going to a village, we would probably get to sleep in a “village looking” house or community hall (like we always did on geological field trips), we didn’t.

I remember the cool Doctors i met on my way to the village; the begining of an amazing friendship.
Throughout the love-outreach, i was a Doctor, 😎

Literally,

Okay, fine i served with the Vitals team. I felt like a Doctor, i mean i got to check blood sugar, BP. The name “Dr” got dropped on me here and there by the locals so i picked it up. 😎

Love was in the air, love so thick i could cut it if i tried.

From the laughter that sprinted from a local’s mouth when Joy said; “Ba Igbo” to a woman who kept speaking Igbo to her to Nono helping a woman walk towards a Doctor.

I saw wonder mixed with contentment in the smile of some of the local’s when they got treated and issued glasses, it was as though they saw the world for the very first time.
I remember loving the patience in Dr Ogo’s eyes, readily listening and the humor in Dr Ada’s eyes ready to burst with laughter, the fire in Dr Williams eyes ready to set diseases ablaze, the compassion in Dr Emma’s eyes, spelling hope.
I remember trying to fill a form for a 78years old man and i asked if he was married, he started laughing and kept laughing telling me it was impossible for a 78yrs old man to be single.
I can still feel the joy that poured in with testimonies from young folks in the school stepping forward and making Jesus their all.
It was a total love experience for me, everything seemed to fit, every step generated the next like organs relating in unison from my roommates, three to be precise ( A talker, a gist partner and an untroubled water) to the rest of the volunteers, different characters coming together to spread love.

8th mile was like a solved puzzle, each act leading to another act of love.

Let’s do 8thMile again for that woman who dropped her brokenness and sorrows at the feet of Jesus, i tell you there are more like her.
Let’s do 8thMile again for the kids that got drugs,

Let’s do 8thMile again for the 786 persons that were treated,

Let’s do 8thMile again for the 544 people that made Jesus their all.

Let’s do 8th again,

Please,

let’s do 8thMile again.

*( The YWAP (Youth With A Purpose) 8th Mile Project is built on the foundation of practical love of Jesus Christ in Matthew 25:35-36. We make available tokens of free medical, surgical care and welfare relief materials for residents in rural areas as well as urban slums in Nigeria and Africa.

Www.ywap.org )

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TODAY.

Today,

  I want to lose my uncertainty

  I want to bury my doubts,

  I want to taste a love that lasts

  And make a living through hope,

  I want to run towards my fear

  And give my dreams wings.

Today,

  I want to run towards something

  Not away.

LifeasChristy

Letter To Self

​Lately,little things have a way of teaching me life’s lesson.

  To get to work most mornings I have to go through two means of transportation, a Keke and a bike. The Keke from my bus stop to a particular bus stop then the bike from there to the office. Not only is it really stressful it is time consuming. I often prefer the straight trip’s which was by a taxi from my bus stop straight to work. To find a taxi on that road in the morning was like finding a needle in a hay sack( no kidding).

  Today I was running late and if I couldn’t get a straight means to work I was bound to be very late. I said a little prayer ” Please I need a taxi to take me straight to work,Jesus amen”. Somehow I expected on reaching the road to find a taxi there waiting but I didn’t.Instead I saw shoals of Keke swimming by. After sometime I reasoned; ‘perhaps I should just flag down one and stick to the normal routine since the one I prayed for was no where in sight. Hence I would just manage.

Then I heard it clearly in my spirit “Wait for your prayer”. For a moment I froze because the realization those words brought hit me. Seconds later right at the end of the fleets of Keke was the taxi I needed.

  Oftentimes we pray for something and it seems not to have arrived or happened when we expected it to,so we settle for ” sorta-kindas”/ almost-like-it because we are scared to arrive, achieve or make it too late. See don’t give in, just a little patience,a little more patience and you would see right at the end of those fleets of Keke lies that taxi, that answer you have hoped for.

     Stay with your prayer.

“God’s never late,we’re just impatient”–Lecrae

                                   LifeasChristy.

GOD’S BRUSH STROKES.

You are,
A painter’s touch
The spring of existence
A sculptor’s hand
The root of creation
A poet’s word
The psalm of David.

You are,
The beauty of a broken branch;
The mockery of perfection.

You are,
The courage in Daniel;
The bravery in David,
The strength of a thousand warriors,
A ray in the rain,
The dance in Jehoshaphat.

You are the reason the sun meets the Earth in an endless horizon.

You are God’s brush strokes.
@LifeasChristy

Start Again.

​We had moments that took to the wind,

We had laughter’s that got lost in the storm,

We had aspirations that sunk beneath the currents

We took to the waves in the wrong direction

We made choices that pushed the shores further away

Now we drown in our doubts as our lungs struggles to hold unto life. 

If we could float up to the surface and just start all over again,

That would make a difference.

Let me write so you can live.

​In time past,the thought has flown

Countless times my mind beholds

What it would feel like to be hit on a road.

Being alone on this route,

It is hard to believe when told

Couples past here since old

And came out whole.

With my heart in pieces

I struggle to breath.

In order to test this theory

I must try to live

But in order to live

I must die through my pen.

I write death away.

I would write till it gets to you,

Let me write

So you can live.

#IWriteAgainstSuicide

#LifeasChristy

A LITTLE KINDNESS 

@DavidKukoStudio

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.”~ William Shakespeare

The other day I was going through my friend’s (Itofa) blog, he wrote a lovely piece on kindness that got me thinking…
I remember one faithful day I boarded a bus home beside me sat a guy. I can’t really remember how we started chatting but he was on his way to see a friend when his phone battery died making it impossible for him to call his friend and get direction to the house. He asked if I could lend him my battery to call his friend (take my battery out of my phone and give it to him). I just met this guy and he was asking me to remove my phone battery. I thought it over in my head, well what’s the worst that can happen from being kind to a stranger? So, I obliged, took out my battery and he used it.

  That was six years ago!
  Ever since then we have been great friends, I’ve learnt a lot from him.His dreams are so big and so specific, year after year I’ve watched him grow into the man he has always wanted to be,I’ve watched God use him to bless many lives just by observing him I’ve learnt alot and I wouldn’t have gotten to know someone this amazing if I hadn’t shown a little kindness that day.
  A little kindness here and there goes a long way.
In prov3:3 the Bible said”do not let kindness and truth leave you…

And in Heb13:2a”do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers”
  In the book of Acts chapter 28 when Paul and his guys arrived an Island called Melita, they were soaked to the bone because it rained. The people of the island showed them kindness by building a fire so the apostles could sit around,they dried them up and gave them a place to sleep.

In verse 8 it was recorded that the father of the chief who took them in was sick with fever and a bloody flux, Paul healed him. 

On hearing this others that were sick around came out and were healed. Due to the kindness this people showed the apostles their Island became a healing ground that night.

The benefits of kindness are enormous.

Kindness brings about happiness . Just watching peoples countenance change when you’ve done something good for them is enough to lighten your mood making you happy and increase your self esteem because you were part of bringing someone Joy.

Kindness boosts better relationships, it shows people we value them and that they matter.

As Ralph Waldo Emerson rightly said “It is one of the most beautiful compensations of this life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself”.

In being kind/helping others we are indirectly helping ourselves. 

A lot of Jesus’s work on earth was starggered by compassion. See

*Luke 7:13-“when the Lord saw her He felt compassion for her…

*matt15:32-“And Jesus called His disciples to Him and said”I feel compassion for the people…

*matt9:36-“seeing the people,He felt compassion for them…

*matt20:34-“moved with compassion Jesus touched their eyes….

And on and on.
Live a life of kindness,just a little smile can change someone’s entire day.

#LifeasChristy 

MADE OF MUSIC

If my life was music
I will discover beauty in all things
Like the melody erupting
From the skillful fingers of raindrops
on the rooftop
Mingling with the ground
In orchestral symphony.

If my life was music
I would have lyrics blazing
From within like Jeremiah
Flaming with life
Till it reaches a crescendo
Where everyone’s soul pops with glee.

If my life was music
I would have lyrics tasting
Sweet as Ezekiel’s scroll
On the tongues of all
Who wants to take a bite
Till all bitter hearts be done with bile

If my life was music
Like the deafening sound of thunder
Or as a priest with a shofar
I will take his praises to unknown sea shores
Causing endless flow of symphony.

If my life was music
I will hum to the Heavens
With melody in my heart
I will tune my mind to the benevolent
Ambience of His presence.

If my life was music
I will sing with largesse
In unknown languages
Because I have been skilled sparingly

If my life was music
I will bring to life
That concert within me
Erupting like a lava
Responding to deuteronomy 4:24

If my life was music
Silence would seize to exist
I will proclaim from the mountains
Teaching the world songs of His goodness

If my life was music
With my ten strings
To the rhythm of life’s blues
I will sway
As I observe how powerful He is
The Conductor of nature’s Opera