A Minister passing through his church in the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar to see who comes to pray.
Just then the back door opened and a man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw the man hadn’t shaved in a while.
His shirt was torn and shabby, and his coat was worn and frayed,
The man knelt down and bowed his head, then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed at precisely noon, the preacher saw this chap,
Each time he knelt just for a moment, a lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the minister’s suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop and ask the man, ‘What are you doing here?’
The old man said he was a factory worker, and lunch was half an hour
Lunchtime was his prayer time, for finding strength and power.
I stay only a moment because the factory’s far away;
As I kneel here talking to the Lord, this is kinda what I say:
‘I JUST CAME BY TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER’S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS BEN, JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.’
The minister feeling foolish told Ben that it was fine.
He told the man that he was welcome to pray there anytime.
‘It’s time to go, and thanks,’ Ben said as he hurried to the door.
Then the minister knelt there at the altar, which he’d never done before.
His cold heart melted, warmed with love, as he met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed down his cheeks, he repeated old Ben’s prayer:
‘I JUST CAME BY TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I’VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER’S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME, JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.’
Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Ben hadn’t come.
As more days passed and still no Ben, he began to worry some.
At the factory, he asked about him, learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried, but he’d given them a thrill.
The week that Ben was with them, brought changes in the ward.
His smiles and joy contagious; changed people were his reward.
The head nurse couldn’t understand why Ben could be so glad,
When no flowers, calls or cards came, not a visitor he had.
The minister stayed by his bed, he voiced the nurse’s concern:
No friends had come to show they cared. He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised, old Ben spoke up and with a winsome smile;
‘The nurse is wrong, she couldn’t know; He’s been here all the while.’
Everyday at noon He comes here, a dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down and takes my hand, leans over and says to me:
‘I JUST CAME BY TO TELL YOU, BEN, HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
I THINK ABOUT YOU ALWAYS AND I LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
AND SO BEN, THIS IS JESUS, JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.’
Someone sent it to someone, who sent it to someone, who sent it to someone, who sent it to me, who’s sending it you. Shalom!
When I look at things, I observe that they have to change. They have to change for the better, cuz it’s already so bad out there and so bad in here.
How can it change? How can they understand it has to change?
In trying to pass this across, I realize my drift is SOOOOOOO much toward God. It is so embedded in the man Christ Jesus; the one referred to as the “man who went about doing good”.
I want to tell my friends things have to change, but I’m afraid it’ll push them away.
I want to tell the world things have to change but I’m afraid they’d take it wrong, because we don’t share the same views.
The more I try to bring in legalism; the farther I drift from hitting the nail on point.
The more I try to fit the square peg in the square hole, for things to fit, the more I find myself in what people call “religion”. The more I find myself in what’s been termed by the acclaimed ‘liberal minds’ “Christianity”.
The more I find myself in what I call LIFE.
Then, I come to one realization: there can be no change without this life. There can be no change without this Christianity. There can be no change, no change at all.
Nailing it, there can be no change without the one who was nailed on the cross: Jesus. It’s that simple!
Refusing this is being like the cynical hermit, burying its head in the dust when its feathers are on fire.
In what’s been [tried to be] said about His being here on earth, and His stay, and His instructions; and His teachings, and His life and His all, no one has presented him as a bad man. Some say he wasn’t bad but was not perfect. But to them, I’d still do what He asked, for their good; I’d have to pray for them to be forgiven. He Himself did. One of the last things He showed us how to do was to pray for those who do not know what they are doing.
In the midst of the turbulence, His instructions apply. For the degraded morals, for the debased man, for the debauchery, for the manslaughter, for the selfishness, for the hatred, for the deceit, for the exploitation, for the phobias, for the every, for the all; His instructions apply. Sound instructions, giving out sound meant to mold one soundly.
For oneself, for the neighbour, for the friend, for the foe, for the parent, for the sibling, for the stranger and the passerby, for the baby, for the spouse, for the unknown, for the seen; for the wealthy, for the wretched, for the miserly, for the proud; for the high, for the low, for the fat and for the slim; His instructions apply to make it go a-peace.
Where would the peace run to, if we so ardently seek it? Where would the love hide if we so willingly manifest it? Where would the talents be buried, if we so encouragingly share it? Where would the world be falling, if we so collectively care for it?
A servant of His once said the world is so gone bunkers because Christians speak so much but do so little of what they speak. If only they could!
I’ve come to the conclusion that it is only in doing things His way, that things are really gonna change. If I want change, if I really do want change, then I know what I have to do.
I have to shout it from the rooftops, hard as I can, loud as I can, fastest as I can, plainly as I can, always as I can. Only then can I be fully able to “can” something out of this existence. Until then, no change; no betterment; nothing!
“A nation can never be better than the state of the church within it”, Bishop Chris would say.
“The world can never be better that the state of the church [Body of Christ] within it”, I’d expand.
Things are dangling blue and white; We tell not wrong from right
As days go by, darkness from light; We lose track of the sight
Today we’re male, tomorrow not; The sun couldn’t well be hot
Or better still I’ll tie the knot; With a beautiful escargot
Guess it’s better today I am canid; Man’s ways suck, so I’ve got to be candid
With myself, as with every hominid; Did I say hominid, no; I feel I’m a canid
All who receive Christ have gotten the right to become “children of God”, not otherwise. (John 1:12). That passage clearly says sons of God, not something else of God. For the several human beings struggling today with their identity, some confessing and believing they are Christians; I think the solution is knowing who you are in Christ Jesus.
Romans 8:16 says “The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God”. Children, as heirs, and co-heirs with Christ Jesus, could only be those who identify themselves to Him, those who identify themselves to His family, those who abide by His life and His kingdom.
Not those who deny Him, His truth and righteousness and cloak themselves with the deceit of this world; not those who seek vain approval and acceptance of the traditions of men.
God has given us all freewill; He has given us the choice to choose what we want for ourselves. Nevertheless, when we do so, we shouldn’t hide under the cloak of “Christian”, because a Christian or a disciple of Christ is a follower of Christ who accepts His way of life and living.
This world is going topsy-turvy not even because of the heinous claims that abide and are backed by the powers that be, but because the true sons of God do not stand up for what is right. Mind us that the Bible calls us to put away falsehood and speak the truth, especially for those who say they are one with us, one with the body of Christ (Ephesians 4:25)
Whoever can do what he/she wants; but whoever says he/she is of Christ does not do what he/she wants, but what Christ wills. There are some things which even in the basest levels, are not acceptable; even the more for Disciples of Christ that we claim and strive to be. No good comes out of such. This is the truth of God’s word given to us His children.
The Bible says this “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. (Romans 12:2)
Stick to the truth of God’s word; God bless your soul!
Hearing how they screamed and cried, how they begged for life;
It’s tearing seeing them again,
Seeing how they’re smeared off life, and caused to sleep like lice;
It’s disturbing considering again,
This is done with rice, and food we slice and dice;
It’s nerve-racking knowing again
They were not considered better or worthier than mice
It’s heartbreaking imagining again
How another would beg, would hope and really be so nice
For just this beauty wasted about by sons of cowardice
I’m asking the sower and bearer if it was just a misstep;
I’m thinking why not bold up to a counterstep;
I’m pleading; please bring them to my doorstep;
The ember dust that settles on our ever grumbling lives;
It’s pure, it’s fine, it’s sweet and sound, it makes you come alive!
It is upon no plane or hill, but lies within our being;
From He who knows the end from now, the One; the all-seeing!
The ember dust, the one made sound, the firstborn of the dust;
It lived and toiled, went back to dust, bust simply could not rust!
It is within no gold nor dough, but in the human hive;
From when we know we now believe, we make her glow alive!
It is the plane that plains our pains, it knows the squirmy bay!
It stretches up the high and low, the glow kicks out the grey!
From when it glows, it blows and grows, it glows our everyday!
“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle, or the Mirror that reflects it”.
It’s all smiles here in the house,
We can dance and play the mouse,
We can wear the crown, the blouse.
It’s all bleeding in their hearts,
They can’t live or sleep on mats,
The bullets burn, they pierce like darts.
You may be living, wondering how happy you are and how free you are to be grateful to God Almighty for your life. Somehow, someone, somewhere, at some time does not have that luxury.
Go to places like Iraq, and you’ll understand what it feels like to be left but with your clothes on; your car, phone, in short, all property seized, because you say you are a CHRISTIAN.
It becomes even frightening when our brothers over there (Mosul) are given the ultimatum to either leave their hometown, because they are Christians, or face death, if they choose to stay. The…
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“If you can not change the system, do not let the system change you”.
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Dear readers: There was a time I offered tutoring help to my stepson, Joe, when he was in high school. Karen presented the offer to Joe. He said, “No way, Mom! Kevin’s too intense!” He’s right.
I know I have presented you with some tough topics to deal with ranging from abuse to poverty. Thank you for listening to what I say on these important issues.
I need to give both you and me a much-needed respite from this degree of intensity.
If we accept the belief that Christ, in addition to being divine, was human, it becomes easy to picture Him cracking a few jokes with His disciples. They would have had to have something to lighten the continuous strain of preaching the gospel.
You will see in the Bible if you look at it as literature that Jesus loved using the literary devices of…
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A wise man of God once told me “The door God has closed in your life, leave it closed”.
This phrase was buried recently in my life all for the sake of not having as I am accustom to. Over the past month, I’ve noticed that all the friends of the past, people I had to let go of as I drew closer to God was popping up, one by one. Forgetting what was ministered to me, I was happy to “reconnect” with my “friends”. Some I hung out with, others I frequently spoke with. Little did I know of what I was re-entering into my life. As the month progressed, the old man was acting up again. Things that I dealt with, were back and ten times harder. So the little prayer and regurgitation of the verses was not working this time around.
At first, it was easy to…
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The Our Lady of Grace shrine-Sasse was inaugurated on Sunday September 4, 2011, by Immanuel Balanjo Bushu, Bishop of Buea, though afore discovered by Rev. Fr. Emmanuel Typam, missionary Priest of St. Vincent de Porres Order.
The Shrine, located in Sasse, has a chapel for perpetual adoration, a mini-auditorium with an estimated 100 sitting capacity, and a shop for the sale of religious articles. It is around a waterfall that was freely offered to the Catholic Church by the traditional ruler of Sasse. The waterfall, as described by Bishop Bushu during the inauguration, is a hidden treasure given that even the indigenes and others who have lived in the community for more than a decade, have never had an idea about it.
It is ideal for the numerous pilgrims it draws to its premise, even as the natural noise of the waterfall secludes pilgrims from the many distractions found around the site.
” The devil is an idea; his greatest weapon:SUGGESTION.
Guard your thoughts, and he’ll flee from you”