Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

COUNT ON HIM

My first published article written at age 11.

I walked, walked, and walked
I walked and became tired
I fell, got up and continued.
I fell again and couldn't get up
I saw a man who helped me up
We both became friends
And along life's path walked up
But I did wrong in His eyes
And He left me all up
To continue the journey up.  

I felt it would be easier being alone
But, it was the most difficult being alone
Then I fell again, and I couldn't get up
I repented, and wished someone could help me up
Then I felt a hand on my shoulders
I looked up, behold I saw a man
He was the one I first saw
He told me I could count on Him
Whenever I was in need  

We both became friends again
And I forgot the past
I felt a heavy weight Was removed from me
Because I felt very light
I regained strength
And could well continue my journey
This time not alone nor on my own
And whenever I needed anything
I could always count on Him.  

He said unto me "I will never leave you nor forsake you."
Now, I know I can count on Him
Because He always never fails

You know who He is?
His name is JESUS CHRIST
MY CHRIST.

Friday, 21 March 2014

GOD IS SET. YOU, BE COMFORTED

Like the Prophet Habakkuk, i sought after and cried and questioned God about the insurgency, violence, and corruption that has characterized my beloved society today?
Here is God's word to us the elect, especially those in northern Nigeria. God is set:
(-Pls read til the end and share)

This is the message that the prophet Habakkuk received in a vision.:How long, O Lord, must I call for help? But you do not listen! “Violence is everywhere!” I cry, but you do not come to save. Must I forever see these evil deeds? Why must I watch all this misery? Wherever I look, I see destruction and violence. I am surrounded by people who love to argue and fight. The law has become paralyzed, and there is no justice in the courts. The wicked far outnumber the righteous, so that justice has become perverted. The Lord replied, “Look around at the nations; look and be amazed! For I am doing something in your own day, something you wouldn’t believe even if someone told you about it. I am raising up the Babylonians, a cruel and violent people. They will march across the world and conquer other lands. They are notorious for their cruelty and do whatever they like.Their horses are swifter than cheetahs and fiercer than wolves at dusk. Their charioteers charge from far away. Like eagles, they swoop down to devour their prey.:“On they come, all bent on violence. Their hordes advance like a desert wind, sweeping captives ahead of them like sand. :They scoff at kings and princes and scorn all their fortresses. They simply pile ramps of earth against their walls and capture them!:They sweep past like the wind and are gone. But they are deeply guilty, for their own strength is their god.” O Lord my God, my Holy One, you who are eternal— surely you do not plan to wipe us out? O Lord, our Rock, you have sent these Babylonians to correct us, to punish us for our many sins. But you are pure and cannot stand the sight of evil. Will you wink at their treachery? Should you be silent while the wicked swallow up people more righteous than they? Are we only fish to be caught and killed? Are we only sea creatures that have no leader? :Must we be strung up on their hooks and caught in their nets while they rejoice and celebrate? Then they will worship their nets and burn incense in front of them. “These nets are the gods who have made us rich!” they will claim. Will you let them get away with this forever? Will they succeed forever in their heartless conquests?

I will climb up to my watchtower and stand at my guardpost. There I will wait to see what the Lord says and how he will answer my complaint. Then the Lord said to me, “Write my answer plainly on tablets, so that a runner can carry the correct message to others. This vision is for a future time. It describes the end, and it will be fulfilled. If it seems slow in coming, wait patiently, for it will surely take place. It will not be delayed. “Look at the proud! They trust in themselves, and their lives are crooked. But the righteous will live by their faithfulness to God. Wealth is treacherous, and the arrogant are never at rest. They open their mouths as wide as the grave, and like death, they are never satisfied. In their greed they have gathered up many nations and swallowed many peoples. :“But soon their captives will taunt them. They will mock them, saying, ‘What sorrow awaits you thieves! Now you will get what you deserve! You’ve become rich by extortion, but how much longer can this go on?" Suddenly, your debtors will take action. They will turn on you and take all you have, while you stand trembling and helpless. :Because you have plundered many nations, now all the survivors will plunder you. You committed murder throughout the countryside and filled the towns with violence. :“What sorrow awaits you who build big houses with money gained dishonestly! You believe your wealth will buy security, putting your family’s nest beyond the reach of danger. But by the murders you committed, you have shamed your name and forfeited your lives. The very stones in the walls cry out against you, and the beams in the ceilings echo the complaint. :“What sorrow awaits you who build cities with money gained through murder and corruption! Has not the Lord of Heaven’s Armies promised that the wealth of nations will turn to ashes? They work so hard, but all in vain! For as the waters fill the sea, the earth will be filled with an awareness of the glory of the Lord. :“What sorrow awaits you who make your neighbors drunk! You force your cup on them so you can gloat over their shameful nakedness. But soon it will be your turn to be disgraced. Come, drink and be exposed! Drink from the cup of the Lord’s judgment, and all your glory will be turned to shame. :You cut down the forests of Lebanon. Now you will be cut down. You destroyed the wild animals, so now their terror will be yours. You committed murder throughout the countryside and filled the towns with violence. “What good is an idol carved by man, or a cast image that deceives you? How foolish to trust in your own creation— a god that can’t even talk! What sorrow awaits you who say to wooden idols, ‘Wake up and save us!’ To speechless stone images you say, ‘Rise up and teach us!’ Can an idol tell you what to do? They may be overlaid with gold and silver, but they are lifeless inside. But the Lord is in his holy Temple. Let all the earth be silent before him.”

Amen.
Peace to our Nation.
Be comforted o ye saints of the Most High.