Thursday 15 August 2013

GET INSPIRED! TWO STORIES, TRUE STORIES AND BE THROUGH WITH STORIES(COMPLAINTS)

What Really Matters.

 As we journey here on earth, perspective really counts. It (perspective) will determine if we live a beautiful or miserable life. Read  the story below and be inspired.
A man once went to a minister for counseling.
“I’ve lost everything” he bemoaned. “Oh,” the preacher responded, “I’m so sorry to hear you’ve lost your faith.” “No,” the man corrected him, “I haven’t lost my faith.” “Well then,” replied the preacher, “I’m sad to hear you’ve lost your character.” “I didn’t say that,” the man corrected. “I still have my character.” “Then I’m so sorry to hear you’ve lost your salvation.” “That’s not what I said!” the man objected, beginning to lose patience. The minister explained, “Well, you have your faith, your character, and your salvation. Seems to me, you have lost none of the things that really matter.”
We haven’t either. You and I could pray like the Puritan who sat down to a meal of bread and water. He bowed his head and declared, “All this and Jesus too?” Can’t we be equally content? Paul says in 1 Timothy 6:6, “Godliness with contentment is great gain!”
 All I pray this day is that I see from your perspective, dear Lord 'cos that's what really matters.



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And He Kissed the dust...
In a concentration camp, a guard announced a shovel was missing. Screaming at the men, he kept insisting someone had stolen it. He shouldered his rifle, ready to kill one prisoner at a time until a confession was made. As the story continues, a Scottish soldier broke ranks, stood stiffly at attention, and said, “I did it.” The guard killed the man. As they returned to camp, the shovels were counted. The guard had made a mistake. No shovel was missing after all.
It cannot be any other than my righteous Saviour and Lord. The man Jesus isn't further from this equation. If he could not take my place, who would?
Thank you Jesus for taking my place!

Both stories culled from Max Lucado's e-devotional.

Wednesday 14 August 2013

MEMORIES...AWAKEN BY THE DUST OF BENIN.

Memories...awaken by the dust of Benin



Memories.
Away from Bauchi,
Far away from the clutches of Book-A-Ram vampires.
But long way from home.
I ran as fast as I could yet I fainted slowly...
All eyeballs rolling in the womb of the dusk.
Of the domain of Omo N'Oba the King. (Yawn)


The city-gates flung open and the voice rang through.
'Welcome back to Benin'!
Two full cycles are gone and here I come.
To pay homage...Oba atopeye!
(Long live the king).