Showing posts with label Acceptance. Show all posts
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Thoughts on the Spirit

For purposes unbeknownst to me, there are six horsemen (mostly because I am trying to set a tone for this). This is an upgrade from the four horse men we are conditioned to understand and believe. The four were part of mythology and have been referenced in the bible (Ezekiel 14:21). The four horsemen are war, famine, conquest and death. My six horsemen are greed, lust, lies, pride, murder and theft. Not so far from six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to him (Proverbs 6:16-19). The cardinal sins are fated to lead one to destruction. By the mere existence of man on earth, interaction with these sins is inevitable. No human is expected to be entirely pure yet we each are to strive to a perfection. A perfection that seems impossible to attain.

We each have opportunities to live and thrive in spite of being born in a sinful world with sinful nature. We are to engage and participate in the building of our nation at all times. However, even as one partakes in sin, they are expected to heed the call to conviction for it will. Believe me when I say it will come. It will find whether you are ready or not and when you hear the shepherd calling let your ears receive and listen. The call of conviction is from the Holy Spirit and it may be wrapped up in a veil of uncertainty but heed the call. The Spirit calms, convicts and directs you to seek the Lord (John 16:7-8). By the power of the Holy Spirit man is guided in their journey to salvation. All sin however burdening is lifted and handed to your helper (1st Corinthians 3:16).

The enemy uses guilt and shame to enslave you leaving you chained to whatever vice or character they wish you to play in their grand plan of ruling a world they did not create. There is a constant drumming at the back of the mind, of how unworthy we are to stand before God. This continuous din drives further from the truth of salvation. We constantly remind ourselves of our tainted past and in the same vein we seek to recreate our past transgressions as we believe no help is available. When we are chained to our transgression long enough, we get comfortable in the chains and lack the desire to pursue true freedom. The freedom of living for something other than ourselves. In our abyss of despair, the call from the Spirit seems faint and the Spirit man starves for lack of proper feeding.

While in sin the Spirit man underfed and underutilized. We call on help as a last resort to the Holy Spirit at the point we no longer believe we can get help for humankind. At this time the Spirit is simply a passenger in the body yet it exists to be the driver. The Spirit man is willing to take the fight against the flesh and will constantly send alerts even in its critical state. It will remind you to feed it by every caption of the word you “coincidentally” stumble upon. For every time that you hear the word and feel it speaks to you, that is your cue. Seek help (Romans 8:26-27). Every time you ignore the call it makes the Spirit man scrawny. When the chains are gripped tight enough you realize even the prayers you are making are like a dress up party a rehearsal for something that may not come. Listening to the word, reading the bible or even attending fellowship is merely a show. So that you can be seen not necessarily to work on your faith, or to seek the truth of salvation.

Now the body; the vessel carrying the soul, mind and spirit. Given that what we see from people is simply the sack of flesh and bones they carry around, it is harder to understand what others think. It is not hard however, to observe neatly dressed, well kempt, and even audacious meat sacks. We carry around our bodies. We feed them, wash them clean, we even drown them in different scents and oils. We love our bodies forgetting they may be ours but they were given to us. We are constantly talking, saying a lot more than we listen to. We are complaining, criticizing, gossiping. Every single utterance we make is noted and for that we will be judged (Mathew 12:36). What is the source of these sounds we make, when do you notice your tongue being held back? When do you notice your Spirit man calling you out from saying somethings? Or like most people I included do you speak first then think later? In addition, if you can see your Spirit cautioning you, can you see it in someone else? Do you know when people are asking for help?

I find it in the eyes. The eyes being the windows to the soul is not just a saying. Even when the mouth is agape in laughter, the eyes offer a glimpse into what the spirit is saying. Sometimes a hollow stare to a horizon far away is enough to realign you to what you really ought to be engaging in. It will alert the Spirit to spring into action. A moment in tears, eyes welled up and lips quivering may appear as pain to the body yet it could signal freedom from pain for the Spirit man. Look at the eyes. See what is shown by the meat sack, then look further and see what the Spirit reveals to you. It does require the discerning of the Spirit (1st Corinthians 2:14). A discerning spirit is not achieved by wishing or just manifesting. It requires a level of preparation, a decision to lose any and all preconceived perceptions of what is true an what is false.

Finally, complete belief and faith is necessary for the rebirth of you Spirit. This means total surrender; your creator is jealous and does not tolerate half measures (Exodus 34:14). We are but human, made from earth and having bad breath of life filled into us. We are the descendants of Adam and Eve the true scion of the first initiators and propagators of sin. You are a sinner, born in a sinful world how far can you run to escape your fate? The only summation I can think will fit is from (Psalms 137:7-12). You can’t run, but you are welcome to try.

and life keeps laughing at me [IV]



This is a story contributed by talented writers and still in its infancy as more writers continue to make it a Novella. Enjoy my little input. Find the other parts here:



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Angel or demon? Which exactly I’m I to them? And what are they to me? Njeru lay facing up. He turned his head left and right, getting a clear picture of those that stood beside him. He wanted to speak, blurt even, yet the words formed like knot in the throat and tightened as he opened his mouth.
He felt sorry; he had been feeling sorry for the longest time, what with the divorce, reuniting and the uncertainty of rebuilding his career.
“I am sorry,”
“Just rest, we will have enough time to talk,” said Sarah
She gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, then wiped tears from his cheek with her palm.
“It will be alright, I am happy you are alive”
This was comforting and his lips tiredly curved into a smile. He felt hoarse and parched; he couldn’t clearly recall his last meal. He tried to remember, playing his memories like a vhs tape in the head. Then it hit him, like a lightning bolt on a rainy day. He shot up in bed and motioned for Mutiso to come closer. The plain ran through him and he clenched at his teeth keeping it at bay.
“What day is it?” He asked
“It is Wednesday Baba Junior,” replied a visibly surprised “Kwa nini?”
 He shifted his gaze to Mutiso and asked
“Dexter! Have you seen my Dexter?”
“I picked him from the seat, I figured it must have been why you came to see me.”
“Angel! Confirmed, you are an angel.’
“What?” Asked Mutiso
“Never mind, I have a few instructions for you regarding Dexter”
He spoke for about a minute uninterrupted giving a brief synopsis of the problem at hand. He also explained to Mutiso that he had until the close of business hours to have the required photos for the competition. It was now fifteen past midday; giving Mots about four hours to perform a miracle. It was not going to be an easy task, and it had been made harder by the fact that Dexter also took a beating in the crash. Mutiso had been tactful enough to avoid making mention of this as he wanted to maintain the feel-good mood of his friend. He shook his hand and wished him luck then turned to leave.
Njeru pulled him back and said
“No, you go with that luck I have all the luck I need with me here.” He pointed at his wife who had been silent and smiled.




May the story continue........

naked banana



I found it where I seldom searched
In between worlds
Expectancy and a lady with a spanner
It was the words
Then the recollection
I needed no other invite
I was completely naked
Bereft of spirit
Of fight
Of escape
I could have run
I choose instead to stay
I felt like a banana out of its skin
With a bitter taste within
Like I had regurgitated it from my spleen
I was naked and excited
For it had been almost 8 years searching
Just trying to figure out what this was
That was
Those were
I felt like Columbus on his final voyage
It was definitely a Eureka! ala Archimedes
It was exciting
It was confusing
It was convicting
As naked as a banana out of its skin
I took a bite
This I want to see
What really lay within…..

needed only a fruit: I have an orchard



I set out in search of a fruit
I was hungry
Disturbed and inquisitive
I needed to learn
To find a reason why
So I set out in search of a fruit
A splendid ripe fruit
That held the proverbial knowledge
A whole truth of sorts
I searched for something to numb the brain
To silence the questions
To drown the echoing cries
The incessant disbelief
The agonizing detest
I set out searching for a fruit
Believing that I would know it when I found it
I am now the owner of an orchard
Fruits abound at every corner
I found my answer long ago
But my wisdom was lost in all the fruity tastes
Now my answer lies within the bounds of this orchard
But I have not the wisdom to search for it again
I am content that I can look after my fruits the tasting holds no more pleasure in me