Eternity

                                                        Life’s a teardrop in the eye of eternity 

Death, the inevitable

Got a plan for perpetuity?                                                                                                                                                                                            

Heaven is a place of everlasting peace

with such joy, unspeakable

You don’t wanna miss ease                                                                                                               

Hell is a place of weeping

in the lake of fire, burning with sulphur.

You don’t wanna try abyss!                                                                                                               

God wants you with Him forever

He gave up His only son, Jesus Christ

You can’t just say, whatever!                                                                                                               

Jesus is the way, truth and life.

He shed his blood for your soul

He’s your visa to eternal life                                                                                                                

Heaven is real

Hell is real

Where will you spend eternity?                                                                                                               

Eternal death in Hell

Eternal life in Heaven 

What’s your pick?

my Kilimanjaro

As I lifted up my eyes to the mountains surrounding me, I wondered where help would come from. My mountains are real problems and challenges, overwhelming and scary. I tried hard to figure out how to make them disappear, and Eureka, I found it: If I can get the seven Ms behind Me - Money, Men, Machines, Materials, Methods, Minutes and Motivation  then my mountains would be lifted. So I ignored the real mountains and started chasing Ms.

Number one on my list was money, for money answers all things. My mountains would be levelled once I get dough, or so I thought - I would meet the right people, get the right gadgets, devise a game plan, create time and induce encouragement. But I was wrong, chasing shadows. Getting the Ms turned out to be newer mountains. And the last time I checked, my mounts had grown taller and it seems I added those extra piles.

How did I get here in the first instance? I cried out for help but the mountains echoed my voice, frightening me the more. Who’s gonna rescue me from this mess that I put myself in? As I sat in the pit, depressed and despondent, Wisdom came to me.

I missed it from the very start; what was I thinking, focusing on mountains? I said to myself, lift up your eyes beyond the mountains, to the God of the mountains for the mountain maker is a mountain mover and shaker. Why beg the mountains when you know the mountain maker?

The suppressed words just started coming: By muscle and mentality shall no man prevail; Cursed is the man who trusts in man, and makes flesh his arm, and whose heart departs from the Lord; Some trust in chariots, some in horses; but I will remember the name of the Lord; My hope is built on nothing else, but Jesus Christ and Righteousness.

So I Shifted my gaze and fixed it on God. As I waited, He lifted up my head and gave me the strength to mount up with wings, run without giving up and walk without fainting. I surmounted all my mountains and as if that was not enough, goodness and mercy now chases me around with Money, Men, Machines, Materials, Methods, Motivation and Minutes.

Now I speak to mountains, not to glorify them or make them bigger than they really are, but to pack their dirty stinking ass out of my way. They don’t even wait for me to speak anymore, they run when they see me coming.

I look up to the mountains; does my strength come from mountains? No, my strength comes from GOD, who made heaven, and earth, and mountains.  Psalm 121:1-2 (MSG)

Just Today!

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry-two days which should be kept from fear and apprehension. One of these days is yesterday with its mistakes and cares, its aches and pains, its faults and blunders.

Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday. We cannot undo a single act we performed; we cannot erase a single word we said. Yesterday is gone.

The other day we should not worry about is Tommorow with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and poor performance. Tomorrow is beyond our immediate control. Tomorrows sun will rise either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds-but it will rise. Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow, for it is as yet unborn.

That leaves only one day-Today. Any man, by the grace of God can fight the battles of just one day. It is only when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities-Yesterday and Tomorrow-that we break down.

-Illinois Medical Journal

RACING AGAINST ME

The riders in a race do not stop when they reach the goal. There is a little finishing canter before coming to a standstill. There is time to hear the kind voices of friends and say to oneself, the work is done.  Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr

For me, cooking skills came by necessity. While I was still like six years old, my mum became ill requiring long hospitalization and as the eldest child, fate bequeathed on me the necessity of taking care of my siblings, especially mixing chemicals in the kitchen for them to eat. What I prepared then were not so much of what I can call food and my siblings have to eat the end products of the chemical reaction whether palatable or not. Anyway I have grown in no small measure in my cooking over the years.

Recently, somebody told me I stare too much at things and my reply was that almost anything inspires me and I try as much as possible to concentrate on something until the candle is lighted in my spirit. It was therefore not surprising when I woke up this morning. I had put some water on the cooker for me to prepare some oats for breakfast. On getting to the cooker with my oat hoping the water has boiled, all I could hear was hissing noise which became louder by the second. As a veteran cook (lol), I could remember mum telling me not to pour the flour for amala into the hissing water because its not yet boiling. Pouring the flour at that time will not produce amala.

Now thats it! Many have poured their yam flour into hissing water thus messing up the preparation of their amala, botching the outburst of their greatness and ruining all their efforts at the tail end. Many a man walks on the road of life with a disease I call near-greatness syndrome. They have been on the road walking the way, gathering the necessary momentum for greatness but just when the glimpse of greatness was shinning ahead, they became complacent. This is because at that time, many can palpate their imminent success and much noise start developing around them making them feel they have arrived when the water is yet to boil.

This quarter-to-boiling season is a very dangerous point in the life of every man. People who didnt see you in the days of cold beginning wants to associate with you. Men who didnt know you during the seasons of warm believing will now start shouting and singing praises because your water is about to boil. Even the molecules of your emotions are at an excited state now and the probability of falling for the deception of these noises increase.

As I was typing this article on my system, I remembered the story of a sportsman I had read a while ago. Aleh Yurenia , a citizen of Belarus recently won silver in the 2011 ICF Canoe Sprint World Championship. Yurenia slowed down in the last lap apparently sure of his victory because the crowd went wild that he had won. It was like a dream to him when Max Hoff of Germany passed him to win gold in the mens 5000m single Kayak event. It was a serious disaster. The times of our life when we are on the verge of a very important achievement are always very critical. This is the time when your guard should be up most. This is the time when you need extra dose of sensitivity to discern men in your life.

I enjoy watching Usain Bolt run anytime any day! It is amazing the gap he wins with when he runs, yet he never slows down until the final mark is crossed. He runs as if he is running against himself and no other person matters. Racing against self! Yes! Thats the way we should run in our pursuits. As men on the quest of destiny, the noise of the world should spur us on the more and not distract us from the prize ahead, or make us complacent in our pursuit. Life is a track race and as runners, men will make noise when you are leading, but dont stop because of the noise. There is a time for the congratulations and it is not now! Dont relax, keep running. Its not over until it is over.

The water will always hiss before actually boiling. As a good cook, the hissing of the water should make you increase the fire under the pot and not lowering it. There is a very big difference between a glimpse and a stare. Dont quit on the edge of greatness. Dont build monuments around your achievements. As this year runs out, I had been thinking about the things I can call achievements of the year. I dont ever want to be complacent because what I am racing against is me, Me and ME!!! Till next time, zoom off to greatness! Thou art blessed!

O’dayo Afolabi

Don’t worry.

Don’t fuss about what’s on the table at mealtimes or if the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your inner life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body. 

Look at the ravens, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, carefree in the care of God. And you count far more. Has anyone by fussing before the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? 

 Walk into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They don’t fuss with their appearance—but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them. If God gives such attention to the wildflowers, most of them never even seen, don’t you think He’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?

 What I’m trying to do here is get you to relax, not be so preoccupied with getting so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works.

Steep yourself in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met. Don’t be afraid of missing out. You’re my dearest friends! The Father wants to give you the very kingdom itself. 

-Extracted from Matthew 6 

B before C

To believe is to accept something as real and true, it is a prerequisite for confessing. Confession is a formulary of faith, and faith, believing without evidence, comes by hearing God. Without believing, confessing is fake, fraud, and flattery, like a tree without roots.

Confessing scriptures without believing in your heart is mere positive speaking; heart work must precede mouth talk. Trying to work out the words of God on lips alone can be compared to an attempt to run a program not installed on a computer by mere copying of its desktop icon. Nothing will happen when you click, except that you will get a message reminding you of your error.

Believing installs the word of God in the heart while confessing activates it. Lip service cannot effect any positive change or deliver any meaningful result. Confessing without believing may result in shame and ridicule, but anyone who believes in Him will not be disappointed. The saying is true: if you believe, you will receive.