LIFE vs MYSTERY 2


It's been a few months into my new experience in this walk

Was Life really this simple?
Why do we now seek to mystify it?

Don't get me wrong already!
There are mysteries in this kingdom and guess what?
It has been GIVEN to us to know those mysteries. 

I didn't stop fasting!
I didn't stop praying!
But now I prayed with a better perspective. 
Now, I know what to ask.
I discovered that part of my frustrations was because I was running with promises that God didn't make to me simply because I heard them from men of God.

Oh my!
What needless pain I bore.

Thank God for mercy.
I left the simple for the complex thinking, "Perhaps the complexity is the reason behind its efficacy"

Oh, the joy of praying in my understanding many times...
The confidence that Abba is not a nickname. He is my Source and sustainer
The peace that emanated from knowing I wasn't doing Christianity to impress Him.

He knew my worst yet He chose me.
He sees through my enchantment yet is not disenchanted.
LIFE is truly simple.

As I sat down on the balcony that evening, reminiscing over the recent yet eternal unveiling of God, tears flowed down my cheeks.

This was what I have been looking for... 
This is what makes one!
This is what Jesus died for.
This is an unveiling.
 This is reality.
 This is LIFE

Here's what I penned down in my diary that evening:

"The Word is Bread. This bread gives Life. However, this Life seems to be active in only those who have eaten the bread. But we are children seeking to eat yet there's no one to break it to us. If only every child can partake... If only we can find the RIGHT DIVIDERS of this bread such that we'll not get constipated... Oh! That this bread be broken that our eyes may see Him just as He is"

I know that this is not just my cry...
This is the cry of heaven...
This is the cry of the Father...

Will He find you a right divider?
Go ye into all the world preaching the gospel without ambiguity!
My generation and yours cry out for revival but only through TEACHING will we attain the threshold for sustainable revival

Abba calls...
Will you forsake ambiguity and simply behold Him?

The End.

Comments

Anonymous said…
This is really Profound 👏
October 15, 2024 at 6:48 AM
IfyChy said…

"The Word is Bread. This bread gives Life. However, this Life seems to be active in only those who have eaten the bread. But we are children seeking to eat yet there's no one to break it to us. If only every child can partake... If only we can find the RIGHT DIVIDERS of this bread such that we'll not get constipated... Oh! That this bread be broken that our eyes may see Him just as He is"

Amen

And on the answering the call part, how can one even answer when they've not even been fed properly?

God help us really
October 24, 2024 at 4:10 AM
Churchfish said…
He knows my imperfections yet chose me... I can't love another like him
November 1, 2024 at 10:53 PM
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