I overheard my neighbour asking Jesus to come now. People are here trying to kill the son of God twice.
Out on a Tuesday night
Watching people worship the God of the Israelites, the God who punished Israelites for 40 yrs and bribed them with manna and quails to forget.
The same God who sent the Satan in the image of Snake to give the woman a rotten apple— the apple that ejected human race from luxuries of Eden.
The same God who destroyed those in Sodom and Gomorrah because they chose a YOLO lifestyle and melted Lot’s wife simply because she couldn’t control her reflexes
The same one who forced Jonah to go to Nineveh without even considering his approval and then planted a big fish to eat him half-half and leave vital parts heart, elbow, lungs and testicles …just imagine being alive in the fish’s intestines for days…ouch!
The same one who brought havoc on Job for no good reason—yet Job served him with all he had…I’m telling you about the same God who murdered the pharaohs, slaughtering innocent children, and women
I tell you, they had forgiven him…ooh what a good thing to be the lord—you’re the grand puppeteer.
Please don’t tell me of a paradise in the sky
when you found yours between my sister’s legs
The sky is blue
And beautiful to view
Every time I look at the sky I wonder if it can be created anew
Every time my eyes stretch beyond the horizon and peel through patches of white clouds into the depth of the blue sky, I wonder what it must have taken the creator to mold something so perfect and I am tempted to raise my hand and leave my signature on the blue canvas , it’s so beautiful
An epitome of serenity
An epithet of longevity
And a testament of God’s divine love for humanity
But the sky is not always as peaceful as it seems to be
Sometimes it gets cloudy; dark clouds parading the sky like rebel angels spelling destruction to all that lay below
Sometimes it splits open sending thunder striking beings sipping life out of them and it laughs as we blame the one on the throne for its atrocities
Whenever I marvel at the carefree nature of the sky the youth comes to mind
Because just like the sky, youth is a multifaceted phenomenon
Youth is beauty; it’s devoid of the wrinkles of the old
Youth is Strength; it shoulders the weight of the society
Youth is vigor; it’s the adrenaline that flies the society
Youth is hope; it holds the key to granaries of prosperity
Who have the strength to walk on the rugged terrains spreading the gospel?
Who have the numbers to stir a socio-political revolution?
Who have the voices to speak change?
It’s only the youth who have the power to rebuild and restore the crumbled pillars of the society
But sometimes it pains my heart to see what the youth have become
We’re chained to depression and anxiety we’ve lost our calm
Isn’t it a bitter irony that our tongues have the power to speak life but we have become dry bones in the valley awaiting the return of Ezekiel?
Swimming in pools of alcohol
Our bodies no longer God’s home
But instruments of self-indulgence
Seeking pleasure like it’s the sole reason for our existence
As chastity lay slain in the depths of our hearts
We no longer hunger for the life giving word
But lost in pursuit of vanities of this world
Forgetting that whatever happened in Sodom,
could happen here if we make this place our home
Just like a lone barrel tossed in the Nile
The youth rummages through sin with a smile
We have veered off the track
Tearing every fabric of the society apart
When goals become long overdue
We try different avenues
Dropping pens for guns,
Getting loose on pants
But in all these you have a price to pay
Needless to say
A price you won’t have to pay,
If only you would submit to Jesus
He who fed the hungry and healed lepers
Won’t he save your neck from life’s scissors?
And he calls on all who are heavy laden
With addictions and life’s burden
Those whose backs break at the weight of sin
Those whose names are akin to guilt
He says forget all the stress
And come to me I’ll give you rest
So change your direction
Step on the clutch
Change your life’s gear and come to church
For it takes submission to Christ
To mend your shredded sky
I was told heaven is far beyond the sun
And only righteous people can find rest there
That Jesus went longtime ago to build mansions for his righteous sons
I’d like to be in this place but with my sins, my face he’ll never stare
Whoever has a cupful of righteousness, would you mind to share?
I heard that heaven is the best of place
The utmost accolade for those steadfast in faith
The children of God who never put him to shame
Those whose lives were governed by mercy and grace
In heaven there is no sickness
In heaven there is no poverty
In heaven there is no wickedness
In heaven there is no jealousy
In heaven there is no loneliness
As there are always Angels keeping you company
It is a wonderful place where there’s no starvation
Everybody is treated equally
No whites, No blacks, no rich men, no poor men, no ghettoization
It is a place of plenty
A land upon which had never sojourned scarcity
It is better than Canaan; a land flowing of milk and honey
But it isn’t a place for all and sundry
Will you make it to this place?
I read that just a handful will reach heaven!
I have a plan, what if we brought bits of heaven on earth?
Good Idea, we can have our own earthly paradise!
It can never substitute heaven
But it can make earth a place of travels
And not an abyss of travails
To begin with, let’s kill greed
And keep only what we need
Let’s begin to see faces
And not races
You don’t have to ask questions before you share
Just give and show you care
Let’s dump all earthly weapons
And use the most disarming weapon of all seasons
Show it to your husband,
Show it to your neighbor,
Show it to starving children
Spread it to those struggling with life
For it can heal the deepest of wounds
This life bites but with this weapon, the pain can never be felt
With this weapon you can:
Leap Over Violent Expeditions in this life.
Show love, share love, spread love
And let’s bring bits of heaven on Earth
What’s more, whatever happens on earth happens in heaven
If we shared love on earth, Then God will be obliged to share more with us
Having to grow in country like Kenya where what you hear is the exact opposite of the reality can be the most disgusting experience one can ever have in life.
Many a times the mention of the word – hypocrisy brings to mind religious figures we have, no doubt religion has always attracted undue criticism from individuals who always view religious leaders with high expectations ,some are even expected to be the Christ himself, wasn’t Christ rejected due to the unfulfilled human expectations? Must God always fulfill our needs to be God?
Needless to mention the height of hypocrisy has gone beyond the religious borders and one has to look at the game in the political arena to certify this. Speak of jackals in a sheep’s cloak.
The teachers’ strike just unmasked the “do as we say” lot.
Christmas isn’t a day to be the best dressed
It is a day to dress the undressed
Copyright ©GeorgeAgak 2014
AS Mary and Joseph are looking for a free room
Some drunkard is gulping down a bottle of blue moon