WHAT DO YOU SEE

Should a man see only popularity, he becomes a mirror,reflecting whatever needs to be reflected to gain acceptance.Though in vogue, he is vague. Though in style, he is stodgy. Personal convictions change with the seasons. Individuals beliefs come in all colors  each for a different night of the week. He's a puppet on a thousand strings. He's a singer of a hundred songs, with no song of his own. His appearance changes to fit the setting so often that he forgets who he set out to be.He is everyone and no one.

Should a man see only power, he becomes a wolf-prowling, hunting and stalking the elusive game.Recognition is his prey and people are his prizes.His quest is endless.There is always another world to conquer or another person to control.As a result, he who sees only power is degraded to an animal, an insatiable scavenger controlled not by a will from within but by luring from without.

Should a man see only pleasure, he becomes a carnival thrill-seeker, alive only in bright lights, wild rides, and titillating entertainment.With lustful fever  he races from ride to ride, satisfying his insatiable passion for sensation only long enough to look for another. Ferris wheels of romance. Haunted houses of eroticism  Hammer rides of danger and excitement. Long after the crowd is gone he can still be found on the carnival grounds rummaging through empty boxes of popcorn and sticky cones that held the cotton candy. He is driven by passion, willing to see his soul if need be for one more rush, one more race of pulse,one more sideshow that will take him away from the real world of promises broken and commitments to keep.Seekers of popularity, power and pleasure.The end result is the same:painful  and unfulfilled.

Only in seeing his Maker does a man truly become a man. For in seeing his creator, man catches a glimpse of what he was intended to be.He who would see his God will then see a reason for death and purpose of time.Destiny?Truth?tomorrow?All are questions within the reach of the man who knows his source.

IT IS IN SEEING JESUS THAT MAN SEES HIS SOURCE.                  

                                                                   HOPE

''I HAD HOPED TO PASS THE EXAMS''

''I HAD HOPED TO HAVE A FAMILY THAT WOULD LOVE AND UNDERSTAND ME''

''I HAD HOPED TO BE IN COLLEGE IMMEDIATELY AFTER HIGH SCHOOL''

''WHAT HAVE YOU HOPED FOR?''

Words painted gray with disappointment. What we wanted didn't come. What came we didn't want. The result Shattered hopes. The foundation of our world trembles.

We wondered what we did to deserve such a plight. What kind of God would let me down like this? And yet, so tear filled are our eyes and so limited is our perspective that GOD could be the fellow walking or seating next to us and we wouldn’t know it.

We roll in the mud of self- pity in the very shadow of the cross. We piously ask for his will and then have the audacity to pout if everything doesn't go our way. Our problem is not so much that GOD doesn't give us what we hope for as it is that we don't know the right thing for which to hope.

Hope is not what you expect; it is what you would never dream. It is a wild, improbable tale with a pinch-me-I’m-dreaming ending. Its Zechariah left speechless at the sight of his wife Elizabeth, gray-headed and pregnant. It’s the two Emmaus-bound pilgrims reaching out to take a piece of bread only to see that the hands from which it is offered are pierced.

Hope is not a granted wish or a favor performed; no, it is far greater than that. It is a zany, unpredictable dependence on a GOD who loves to surprise us out of our socks and be there in the flesh to see our reaction.

                                                              OUR MIND
The greatest weapon anyone can use against us is our own mind by praying on the doubts and uncertainties that already lock there.are we true to ourselves or do we live for the expectations of others and if we are open and honest can we ever truly be loved? can we find the courage to release our deepest secret or in the end are we all annullable even to ourselves?

LIVING A MAYOPIC LIFE

WE live in an art gallery of divine creativity, and yet we are content to gaze only at the carpet; or what is pathetically worse is that we ask for more proof, as if God were some magician we could summon for a thousand naira. While people sit and complain of all their challenges, others prostitute themselves before the pimps of power fame, wealth and other materialistic things.

We lose focus of our creator, protector, director and mentor, yet his love is inexplicable without logic or rationality. We let ourselves roll in the mud of self pity, and the devil joyously flaunts our failures at our faces. The putridness of our past continues to define our present and even our future.

In spite of our short comings and disobedience, he still offers us the compassion of his divinity. He loves us with such childlike humility and he waits for us to return to him. God knows that with some of us it takes a lot of reality to snap us to our senses, so he doesn't keep a time clock. Those who scramble in at quitting times get the same wage as those who beat the morning whistle. I guess that’s what makes grace, Grace.

                                                                           THE CROSS OF CALVARY
The cross,is simple,yet inexplicable in power.d cross, pivot place of paradox and stereotyped as offensive is where intimidation meets divine intimacy.d cross is a place where contradictions coexist and accumulate 2 our benefit.d cross of Calvary satisfies every condition 4 our credibility.d eternal monologue of d cross cannot b drowned by waves of time nor diminished by contemporary voices.d cross is d original resting place 4 a victim's cruel cadaver bt now it cradles my old nature wit its cares nd scars.oh Calvary's criss-crossed blades,i rest content in thee.Our celebrant, father, savior, hero......name it, he gave the cross it's significance and our lives a meaning.

CHRISTMAS    CHRISTMAS     CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

People celebrate it all over the world, but how many have paused to think about the true essence of this celebration? How much do we understand the stories buried beneath the cross? do we really know the celebrant....