Posts Tagged ‘Lifeaschristy’

Redemption

Posted: April 22, 2018 in JESUS
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​The beauty in channeling,

The inflow of peace.

I made a pact with him

Now i feel divine.

Cosmic energy

The Waves of divinity

An Illusion that breeds insanity.

 

Then they came for me

Just me, a felon,

Reckless heavenly hosts!

What an army!

Propelled by love they said.

Wings,

Swords,

Darkness and light,

I’m never alone,

I’m followed.

©lifeasChristy

(Inspired by “Piercing the darkness” by Frank Peretti)

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Let’s Do 8thMile Again

Posted: February 28, 2018 in Faith, memories
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    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 

​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

BEING A GOD

Posted: March 26, 2017 in Uncategorized
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​Being a God must be lonely,

No friends to have lunch with

Just worshipers trying to get their bread for living.
Being a God must be lonely,

No one to take a stroll with

Or talk about what a long day you had to deal with.

Just whiners pointing out the things they found lacking on their plates.
Being a God must be lonely,

No one to really ask

How are you doing.
#lifeaschristy

​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.

​Broken wings?

Don’t wallow in defeat,

Time they say does the healing,

But the clocks ticking

Is a sign of an ending.

To do great things,

Is to rise to your feet.

Don’t give in to decay

You’ve been winged from birth,

Flap and soar

But this time,a little higher

             LifeasChristy

​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