Monday, 24 September 2012

A sound unheard...

This heart in me dances to a rhythm unknown, twirls & glides to a song to others unheard.

My being attempts to comprehend, but it’s all in vain for the rhythm remains unfathomed.

In a language that only You, I and no other could understand, U wrote words to this song,

Now in a voice that only I can decipher, You sing these words over me.

With rhythms I and only I can hear, the song fills the universe in me within.

A new song rises up within me, in response to the colours that You paint, a tapestry comes through as the life I live in honor of the song You are & sing.

With ways and thoughts that lead to the everlasting, to the reaches unreached & depths untouched, the song calls me deeper, & there I wait to sing with You for eternity.

You are singing over me, and the only recourse is to dance to the beat that comes not only from Your lips but is sung with the heart that is Love.  

As I allow You to teach me, step by step the Waltz in Your heart, the rhythm becomes clear to those around me. They now join in on the dancing, though they have not yet heard the song, but the dance has called them to Your life.

I step aside awhile and allow the new to be enveloped in Your arms, that they also might get their rhythm, the rhythm found only in Your bosom.

They begin to dance to a new song that only they can hear, a song that is different to the one You sing over me, & yet the songs You sing & the dance all come together as one.

You create a harmonious sound & beat with the life You in each one pour out & live, as each of us dances to a rhythm only he & You can hear.

A sweet scent permeates to those within reach, & by the scent they are drawn to You. To them You hand jars of oil, filled with varying scents & substances that create a wondrous symphony.

Seamlessly, with new instruments, the musicians partake in the festivity, for though they also hear a different song, they are one with the overall Song.

In words that none other than You can hear, poets begin to render to You admiration for who You are.

As all nations come together in the rhythm of Your heart, You have made us all one, for the Glory of the One who created the song we sing….now the sound unheard has become the sound that all nations hear & dance to as one….

Wednesday, 19 September 2012

In the vine....maybe not

She praises him for having provided & he in return, thanks her for sewing together what is to be their apparel, their covering & their shield from starkness.
In fig tree leaves he covers himself, convinced that his shame would not be known, that his nakedness would be exposed no longer.
Believing that he has cracked a mystery, he shares his discovery with the one who is part of him, the one who is bone of his bones, whose flesh grows from the bone extracted from he.
       Behold, they take to their part as man & wife, yielding themselves one to another; in unity they stand convinced that they are still one, complete, better than before even.
Their emptiness & death hidden in the very leaf of the tree that has exterminated them, they walk around covered in material that will within no time wilt, because it was never meant for the purpose they have now affixed it.
He provides a shelter for her to make a home, a place where they can bury the shame that they carry in them & cannot escape. They hide from Truth, though He calls them out.
Now 2000 years later, none the wiser, as she lay with him, in a moment of intimacy, she asks him “do you have protection.” Again, to her he yields & she also to he, for see, they are one. Man & wife. Or maybe not.
Their life has become a sequence of deceit centred around covering the shame they suppose no one else will perceive.
Now their death has come in the night like a thief & has made its residence their every vein, being pumped every second into their whole being, making wilt the life within.
Devoted to covering up the lie, they have made again “fig tree leaves” a garment, deceiving themselves more than anyone else to believe that their shame & death is not in them, because they have “Protection”.
Protection from what? Facing up to their actions? Now he says it was her & she pronounces it was  another. It was not their fault no, they were just victims. So they say.
But Truth has come for them, in His hand He carries flesh, His very flesh, as John says He, the Word was always there, He was in He & He in Him & He became flesh.
Truth sews together a garment for them, made up of Flesh, that they may be fully restored to their original form, to the image of He. For He made them in the beginning with no material that would wither, but with His Flesh.
It’s simple really, He has come to remove from them the leaves that have withered around their waists, causing their nakedness to lay exposed & out in the cold. He now arrays them with His very being, Him Flesh
He is flesh & flesh is Word & Word is He. He is the centre of it al. The image & likeness He made them in, He is now giving back to them, that they may seek no longer a fake sense of protection but rest protected by Him in them & them in He- flesh. Now they are in the vine, where they belong & where they shall, as commanded.....MULTIPLY!!

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Faithfulness defined

A song of ascents.

1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
    he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord watches over you—
    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord will keep you from all harm—
    he will watch over your life;
8 the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore.

Friday, 7 September 2012

Who I am not

What a week it’s been; nothing less than life changing!!

Realisation: In our daily lives, there are so many things that we are told about ourselves & we believe. Whether or not they are true somewhat becomes immaterial. Could this be that we are by nature hungry for validation by others? I don’t know, but what I now know & wish I’d known long ago is that I don’t need anyone to tell me what I am or not. That’s Gods job, & He’s done a great job giving me my identity, so thanks for your opinion, but  please accept that it will by no means sculpt me; don’t expect it to because then you will surely be disappointed.

Someone once said that “if you don’t know yourself, people will tell you who you are”. I fell prey to this for the longest time, unaware. I let people define me & who I was not, and I just lived according to their prescriptions & their definition of me. I have now learnt that no one but God knows who I am because He is the One who made me & He’s the One who knows the purpose for the artwork that I am.
This is just a loud thought, meant to encourage you to seek your identity & validation not from others but from God. 

Most times, people are not meaning ill towards you when they tell you you are this or that, it’s just that they are also trying to figure out the intricacies of the mystery God created you to be. When they find to their dismay that they don’t have the answers, they come up with answers. Mostly misguided & based on human analogies, which are often just mankind’s way to convince that he is in control.  

These people are like a blind man looking for a black cat in a dark room, & they see it. Basically, they will find something to “define” you by, though they don’t know. I suppose no one wants to appear as though they are clueless. But reality is....we are clueless. We can never decipher people,  we may have ideas of some parts of who they might be. So don’t ever allow anyone but God to tell you who you are.

There may be a lot of things I don’t know about who I am, but what I know is what Im not, & that is what YOU say I AM!!

Deuteronomy 29:29 “The secret things belong to the Lord our God, but the things revealed belong to us and to our children forever, that we may follow all the words of this law.”

Monday, 3 September 2012

Let rip

Let rip!!
These words tear right to the deep of the deep, breaking through bone & marrow, melting away the slightest hint of doubt & fear that once in me resided. LET RIP.

As these word are spoken over me, calling me to a place unexplored, where I open up my very core to the vulnerability of He who has made me.

I awake as His vessel, a vessel through which He ministers to His offspring the love He poured out on them from when the foundations were not yet formed.

Hearing with His very life in me the cries of humanity as they await the manifestation of the sons of God,

 I see the day when He, in His fullness stepped out of comfort, out of royalty & out of the place of superiority-& came to RIP open the grave that stood as a hindrance between me & He.

My lips cry out “Christ in me IS the hope of glory”, at that my heart sees & hears the jubilation that comes forth from the mouths of babes as they in Him see the salvation of all nations.

Young & old step out & dance in celebration, with colours none has seen bursting forth from their very hearts that dance to the beat that His heart is.

As He LET RIP, He made open the heavenlies so that I in resemblance to He, tear until no more the death that has intimidated & held hostage those He loves & calls His own.

Today, tomorrow & for as long as I live, I let rip the heart that holds back, the voice that’s held in a lump in the throat He soothes & anoints daily with the oil His spirit is.

 I let rip the very root of the fear that has sprouted into a tree of doubt, filled all round with branches of lies that bring nothingness into fruition. I let rip, that I may claim the identity in me He sees & created.

I let rip, that this song He sings in me may be the sound of the nations, quenching the thirsty heart & feeding the hungry soul. I let rip.

Saturday, 1 September 2012

A new day has sprung forth

Today is spring day, it’s a new season.

All around, all day, I’ve been hearing people complaining about how cold it is for a “so called” spring day. Some have gone as far as discarding today as spring day. I just want to say, regardless of the fact that the weather appears to be completely contrasting that, but the truth is today is 1 September-spring day. A new day has sprung forth.

Someone once said that truth and reality are two contrasting effects that are typically misunderstood or confused. Realities change all the time, they are circumstantial. Sometimes realities make us forget the truth, because as much as we know what the truth is, when we see the here & now, the reality, it all seems like the truth is a far-fetched & often unrealistic “dream”. Realities are sometimes wavered by how we look at matters at hand & how the situation appears. Case in point, today we all expected that the sun would come out to play, & we would all get into our bright & colourful clothes, which we have been gradually pulling forward from behind the winter clothes in our cabinets. Some of us went & got new hats & bright coloured dresses to beckon in the newness approaching.  We expected that it would be a beautiful day & we would have spring day parties at the beach. Our picnic baskets had been cleaned & freshened in readiness for the big day. We did not even bother ourselves with “hoping” or praying that the clouds would stay away from our “date” with the sun. Clearly, the clouds did not get the memo that they were not invited to the party, because they came out, not alone, but with their friends, wind & cold.

What of our date? What of spring? Did the sun not know that we were anticipating her coming since mid August when we could handle no longer the harshness of winter? How could she not come & pull us out from under the sting of the unsympathetic winter?

 Well, the reality is that it is cold, the sun is only out symbolically of the time & to show that it is daytime. That’s the reality, but the truth is that nothing has changed, it still is spring day. Whether or not we see anything springing forth as yet does not take away from the truth. Our expectations were not met today, the reality may have somewhat punctured our perception of the truth, but again, the truth remains past the fleeting reality.

Time & again, God makes us, His people, promises of what He has created us to be. He speaks words that we sometimes don’t understand or even refuse to accept, because of the realities surrounding us at the time. That is why we need faith, for faith is after all, “confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see” (Hebrews 11:1). Whatever God has said He will do, He will do. His truth is not affected by momentary realities. I am not implying that you should not acknowledge reality for what it is, all I am saying is that when you know the truth, never allow reality to discard or abort truth. FAITH. When you walk by faith, you do not need to see things to start believing them; instead, sometimes you are required to believe things to existence.

Don’t despair, this is a new season, whether it started off the way you wanted or not, whether you see a change as yet or not, whether you believe it or not….the truth is, a new day has come. SPRING FORTH!!