#EVERYDAYJESUS is resilience

The Message is as true among you today as when you first heard it. It doesn’t diminish or weaken over time. It’s the same all over the world. The Message bears fruit and gets larger and stronger, just as it has in you. From the very first day you heard and recognized the truth of what God is doing, you’ve been hungry for more.

Be assured that from the first day we heard of you, we haven’t stopped praying for you, asking God to give you wise minds and spirits attuned to his will, and so acquire a thorough understanding of the ways in which God works. We pray that you’ll live well for the Master, making him proud of you as you work hard in his orchard. As you learn more and more how God works, you will learn how to do your work. We pray that you’ll have the strength to stick it out over the long haul—not the grim strength of gritting your teeth but the glory-strength God gives. It is strength that endures the unendurable and spills over into joy, thanking the Father who makes us strong enough to take part in everything bright and beautiful that he has for us.

God rescued us from dead-end alleys and dark dungeons. He’s set us up in the kingdom of the Son he loves so much, the Son who got us out of the pit we were in, got rid of the sins we were doomed to keep repeating.

We look at this Son and see the God who cannot be seen. We look at this Son and see God’s original purpose in everything created. For everything, absolutely everything, above and below, visible and invisible, rank after rank after rank of angels—everything got started in him and finds its purpose in him. He was there before any of it came into existence and holds it all together right up to this moment. And when it comes to the church, he organizes and holds it together, like a head does a body.

He was supreme in the beginning and—leading the resurrection parade—he is supreme in the end. From beginning to end he’s there, towering far above everything, everyone. So spacious is he, so roomy, that everything of God finds its proper place in him without crowding. Not only that, but all the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe—people and things, animals and atoms—get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies, all because of his death, his blood that poured down from the cross.

You yourselves are a case study of what he does. At one time you all had your backs turned to God, thinking rebellious thoughts of him, giving him trouble every chance you got. But now, by giving himself completely at the Cross, actually dying for you, Christ brought you over to God’s side and put your lives together, whole and holy in his presence. You don’t walk away from a gift like that! You stay grounded and steady in that bond of trust, constantly tuned in to the Message, careful not to be distracted or diverted. There is no other Message—just this one. Every creature under heaven gets this same Message.

Is he a liar…or are you?

Is he a liar…or are you?

Sunday to Sunday we speak words we don’t hear we hear words that aren’t true…its pastor speaking, ‘bring those tithes or the eater eats it.’ We wan2 leave like Jesus but without the sinners, so we tell them ‘its sunday attendance,’ and then dance to songs that so negate the template of our confession….

‘Church’
Its a drama not a name again. Its a movie where we wear ourselves out with wears we wouldn’t wear all week, all weak. Camera! Lights! Actions that say ‘fear’ when scripts had wrote ‘faith’.

Like ‘Father bless this food; I don’t want to eat poison for the sake of manifestation’ and ‘Father, protect me on this night, don’t say I didn’t ask you.’

We praise God for Sickness and thank him for Death…

So Tell me Church,’Is God the thief or irresponsible?’ ‘Is he a liar…or are you?’

The Taking-over Bridge

Tell them in your class
Tell them we’re the chairmen
Can feel my God taking over
Pouring heaven out then
We taking over(Taking over)
Taking that

Can feel my(Can feel mine) taking that!!

In the dark spark away
He’s the light we the stars
Up with the knowledge of the Christ
Can feel my God taking over
Pouring heaven out…then
We taking over(Taking over)
Taking that

Bits (written by Max P)

BITS
I see you taking bits out of the mosaic
letting them fall in slow motion onto the roof
I watch the lacklustre motion of your eyes from the back of ur head
I know that you want me to follow the trail
I also know that these bits form this train;that are your thoughts

I follow your tail as i pick up the bits;*scoffs
like i have a choice, like you gave me one
I want to scream at you but i cant find my voice
You look like you’re having fun, well…maybe not
but i have to run as…well…after these bits that are mine
You know that i cant reach the roof,..the roof that you cant reach from yourself
I will lose those bits..those bits that you put on the roof
not to your words but to your impervious walls

I understand your need to let go of yourself from myself
I realize the inevitability of the death of ‘this’….of these
matrices whose records we do not av of its birth
I see why you have to take bits from the mosaic
You see why i have to take back these bits

We both understand this conflict of our agreement
the nexus of our haphazard singularities
but tell me something to quench my satisfaction…
to fill this hole of uncertainty with more apathy
Why do you take bits out of the mosaic..that is my being

PENSPEAK ’16

Chimamma: Its on the 19th of may 2016

Chimamma: Burn down the palaces of doctrines and denominations

Chimamma: She is ONE CHURCH

Chimamma: We are gods. Stay close to the centre cos we are nothing but dead g    ods without the life of Him who gives it

Cindy: *so them words carry power if they are Gods and if they be spoken*…….. #word

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I am DaNiel Achi-kanu. I am a Son of God, perhaps like you. I’m also a poet, I’d like you to know about PENSPEAK 2016- A spoken word poetry event happening in the UNN this May.

PensPeak ’15 found me in audience starry eyed staring at God’s stars in the sky of our generation…

But it was early in the evening…and as the year evened out even I found myself picking up the pieces of my blown away mind…

PensPeak ’16 found me piecing pieces to Peace and please don’t simply be pleased by this piece of pieces…

Its early in the eve of the evening when its happening. Happen in tune with us…even out the event with us.

UNN, May 19.
Call – Ada +2348160565714
       Mimi +2348183527566
Or.    Me +2347036013927

Pieces and pens make Pen’s Peak…

Be a piece… Don’t just speak

#PENSPEAK2016 … INVASION

Boundary

The darkness is our earpiece
To a song we’ll never sing
We’re prisoners of transience
Side glances surf a ring
Around the hearts we love
And No!
Each goodbye draws a scar like time is an artist and my pain is his pain thing; our sighs are the testimonies of the beauty his brushes of distance have made.

And we…are frozen like 2D statues waiting till technology saves us, moves us. Even then we still would be time’s melancholic art.

‘Wishing we weren’t us, but as us in different lives’

We would spring free. We would fly unhindered, powerful and singular… But then…

Our version of grand theft auto, where we drive each other crazy with each other’s hearts in each other’s chests…is a possibility that seals our lives in the form of a canvas.

The darkness is our earpiece
To a song we’ll never sing.
We’re prisoners of transience, Side glances, suffering
Around the hearts we love… Whose touch we miss…and know.

🖐🏽

Praying this Morning…

Father, Lord, you have searched me [thoroughly] and have known me. You know my downsitting and my uprising; You understand my thought afar off. You sift and search out my path and my lying down, and You are acquainted with ALL my ways.

There is not a word in my tongue [even still unuttered], that You, Lord, do not know altogether. You have beset me and shut me in—behind and before, and You have laid Your hand upon me.

Your [infinite] knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high above me, I cannot reach it.

Where could I go from Your Spirit? Or where could I flee from Your presence?

If I ascend up into heaven, You are there; if I make my bed in Sheol (the place of the dead), behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the morning or dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there Your hand would lead me, and Your right hand hold me.

If I say, “The darkness will cover me and the night will be [the only] light about me, even the darkness hides nothing from You, but the night shines as the day; the darkness and the light are both alike to You.

You did form my inward parts; You did knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I will confess and praise You for You are fearful and wonderful and for the awful wonder of my birth! Wonderful are Your works, and that my inner self knows right well.

My frame was not hidden from You when I was being formed in secret [and] intricately and curiously wrought [as if embroidered with various colors] in the depths of the earth [a region of darkness and mystery].

Your eyes saw my unformed substance, and in Your book all the days [of my life] were written before ever they took shape, when as yet there was none of them.

How precious and weighty also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them!

If I could count them, they would be more in number than the sand. When I awoke, [could I count to the end] I would still be with You.

Search me [thoroughly], O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts! And see if there is any wicked or hurtful way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

This is the covenant that you made with me: ‘I will imprint My laws upon their minds, even upon their innermost thoughts and understanding, and engrave them upon their hearts; and I will be their God, and they shall be My people.’

Therefore, only goodness, mercy, and unfailing love follows me all the days of my life, and through the length of my days I remain a house of the Lord [and His presence]. The grace (favor and spiritual blessing) of the Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the presence and fellowship (the communion and sharing together, and participation) in the Holy Spirit is with me and you all.

Rain in Udi

The air is sweating profusely,and we have been surrounded by the dark-skinned inevitability of dusk, its cool though. The evening offers no chores.

I caught a glimpse of you running across my mind in your read shoos. It didn’t take me long to want to want to write to myself…that’s right,I either write to God, Me or some one-else. Well…tonight you are my ‘one-else’. There are…there have to be more than a thousand leaves on this permanently bent tree outside the window; there,is another piece of encouragement for me to leave, whenever I inhale a whisper of aimless transience.

Don’t get me wrong.

I would ‘love’ to be your ‘one’ but I hope we still share ‘one love’ when I say what I will now.

Don’t get me wrung, by your disappointment, because the reaction I give when I’m in an emotional action movie is to act impervious; my walls come up so fast, you’d think me a free mason.

You are my… You. I have never had another You in my life and when I say ‘life’ I don’t mean the duration of events that serially occurred from the moment I was evicted by my first landlady to the moment I lose the interest or means to live in my bio-mobile home. No, by ‘life’, I mean, in the entire eternity I exist, there is never going to be another You.

Now, You can believe that or not. Soon, fewer and fewer things will inspire thoughts of you. I have to eventually stopped letting you have a letter of the alphabet to yourself.

MIDNIGHT NOON

Tonight, on the eve of another adventure I anticipate the pleasure that anticipates me and as usual déjà vu paints pictures of my reminiscences.

I have stopped again to find that I miss you.

I stored off my cryptic ways of expression in order to learn to pour more of myself into my collage of words and so…I cannot even hide behind my own cunning. But then, I am writing to you, as you sit beaming in my mind. I doubt if in physical reality I will ever let you see this; except of course after the school of thought, that muddy the bed of mind and let float this much semantic debris, have swam off into the obscurity of forgetfulness.

I have stopped again to find that I miss you.

A part of me offers to remind me of the times when I claimed I did not love you this much. Perhaps I was a victim of a deception executed by my own nonchalance, I answer that part of me. Another part asks,If you deceived yourself with your own nonchalance, why are you not deceived?

I could stop here; but it won’t be because I miss you because I’m content because I’m complete without you. I can’t deny that I love you, but that means I wish you joy, happiness and love. So if the kind of love you found takes you away from me then I count it an expression of my love for you to let you go.

There will be days when I miss you, and I will stop and I will regurgitate the memories we shared and chew the cud. I guess that’s happening right now.

I anticipate the pleasure that anticipates me and as usual déjà vu paints pictures of my reminiscences, except of course after the school of thought, that muddy the bed of mind and let float this much semantic debris, have swam off into the obscurity of forgetfulness.

I could stop here; but it won’t be because I miss you because I’m content because I’m complete without you. I can’t deny that I love you, but that means I wish you joy, happiness and love. So if the kind of love you found takes you away from me then I count it an expression of my love for you to let you go.

But then, I am writing to you, as you sit beaming in my mind. A part of me offers to remind me of the times when I claimed I did not love you this much. Perhaps I was a victim of a deception executed by my own nonchalance, I answer that part of me.

Tonight, on the eve of another adventure, a part of me asks,’If you deceived yourself with your own nonchalance, why are you not deceived?’

Class List

I’ve observed that in every department In
school, there are this set of students you
would always find in your department no
matter what. Well, with enough said, let’s
start from somewhere.
See below:-
1. THE S.U(s): These sets of students are
always “spiritual” thus looking @ every
other student in the class like sinners. Any
small issue,they would start quoting bible!
2. THE EFIWES/GURUS: Theses one’s are the
first class students always reading at the
slightest opportunity. At times,they make
you look very unserious. They hardly joke/
play in the class. Always reading!
3. THE SLEEPING MACHINES : I have two of
them in my department. Chai,they can
sleep for Africa! Morning,afternoon or
evening lectures,they are always dozing or
sleeping like tomorrow no dey.
4. THE DECEIVERS: I call them the deceivers
Coz these sets of students are the most
playful in class. Always too playful either
lecture is on or not. The deceiving part of
it is these people read like teracopy behind
close doors,have good grades yet always
too playful. Most times,they appear
unserious but let result come out,you
would be shocked to see them with the best
grades. The foolish students joins them
playing not knowing what He does behind
close doors.
5. THE I.T.Ks: These people can be very
annoying! Always wanting their own
opinion/suggestion to supersede others.
They think they are always right whenever
issues arises.
6. THE COOL DUDE/BAE: These ones hardly
talks in class. They just enter,sit,write and
leave the class. They only tend to talk with
just two people in a class of 80.
7. THE WAVES STUDENT: You only see these
ones whenever there’s test,pratical & exam.
Sometimes,you wonder if truly they are
students.
8. THE CAUSE TROUBLE: At any slight
opportunity,they don cause trouble. Fight
with this,fight with that. Hardly will a week
go by without them fighting anybody. They
can also implicate the whole class at times.
9. THE ACTIVISTS: they
challenge unserious lecturers,corrupt class
reps who all they want is to milk you dry
and yet embezzel course notes money. They
challenge any decision that is against the
interest of the students.
10. THE OLODOs: These ones no sabi
anything! They can even tell you to spell
their name for them or remind them their
matric number. Sitting with such people
during exams can be frustrating. They beg
you to spell for them even after telling
them answers!
11. THE FRONT/BACK SITTERS: No matter the
circumstances,these ones will always sit
either in the front or at the back. Some
even have permanent sit they assigned to
themselves.
12. THE FUNNY BONES: A day without them
in class,it always boring. They can make
joke out of anything! Even lecturers are
aware of their humorous attitudes. No
matter how the whole class is serious or
tensed up,they would always make you
laugh.
13. LATE COMERS: Morning,afternoon or
evening,they are always late to lectures so
much that lecturers know them as serial
late comers.
14. TALKATIVES:
Football,fashion,politics,celebrities,movies,lec
would always have something to talk
about. They hardly keep quiet. They can
talk from now till rapture comes.
15. Add yours……and tell me which group you
belong….. # copied