SCIENTIFICALLY CORRECT!

The wind blows
They say it’s a force that’s responsible for that
The sun shines
They say it’s some stuff called solar energy responsible for that
The rain falls
It’s justified by some concept called gravity
Time moves on
They say it’s the earth rotating
Seasons change
They say it’s the earth revolving
Scientifically correct!
Yes they are!
It is what they say not what I think
What forces the force that is responsible for the wind that blows?
What energizes the energy needed for the sun?
What gravitates gravity?
What rotates and revolves the earth?
What?
Or rather who
The power of the world
The one who started it all
No need to look further
The answer answered your questions a long time ago
They are correct
Yes they are
They just didn’t look beyond their facts
Their facts pointed to something greater
The truth
The power of the world
The maker of all things
The everything in which everthing of everything is
He is God
You need no look further
Keep looking further
Keep going in your self-made circle
You need no look further
He is the Answer to your every question
And guess what!
He is Scientifically Correct!
That’s why you need no look further.

THE LOVE LETTERS#4: BEAUTIFUL UGLIES! (THINGS I ALWAYS WANTED TO TELL YOU IN HIGH SCHOOL)

Beautiful girl with an ugly start
She doesn’t know she is beautiful
Life has told her otherwise
‘You are beautiful’ I told her
She said I have failed in my attempt to psyche
She said I was only saying words to get what I wanted
I told her she was wrong
In fact the story does not always travel that road
It sometimes takes the unfamiliar route of ‘some have food but cannot eat and some can eat but have no food’
Haven’t you heard the popular true saying that
The ‘marry able’ are not in search of whom to marry
But the ‘un marry able’ are searching to and fro like wild lions whom to marry
Why the hustle, lets rest a while from the ‘relationship crap’
‘Every guy who turns up at my door wants to go out with me’
‘Every guy who turns up at my door wants the popular ‘It’’
Duh. . . .
Please!
It’s not even about me
It’s about you
So let’s stay here for a while
Beautiful girl, who has deceived you
Who has reduced your beauty to the front covers of cosmopolitan magazine?
You are more than that!
Don’t you know?
Don’t feel down ridden
Cause now is not the time
This is your now to embrace the real you
You are not alone
‘Beautiful’ girl with an ugly heart
‘Ugly’ girl with a beautiful heart
You were both judged wrong by the world
The latter was beautiful
The former was ugly
The latter was judged by her scars
What the eye could see; what a pity for shortsightedness
The former was judged by her swags
Again! What the eyes could see
What happened to what the eyes are blind to see?
‘Beautiful’ girl with an ugly heart
‘Ugly’ girl with a beautiful heart
They are both beautiful
But on one condition
If the seen could embrace the unseen
And the unseen embrace the ‘seen’
The seen is temporal
The unseen is forever
Forever sounds like Cinderella
Happily ever after
Beautiful girl embrace a beautiful heart
Beautiful heart embrace the ‘beautiful you’
Then we are good to go
In the first place ‘ugly’ was not meant to be in our world of words
Whoever said beauty is in the eyes of the beholder never completed it
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
So also is ‘ugliness’
Next time they say you are ‘ugly’
Tell them they are blind
Not that they have an eye disease
But because they failed to see your heart
The ‘real you’
Next time I say you are beautiful
Tell me “thank you, you see well”
Cause I have not failed to see the ‘real you’
The beauty I see everyday
Beautiful girl with a beautiful heart
No ‘uglies’ in our world
Only beautiful ‘uglies’!

CAUTION: WORK IN PROGRESS !

A painter in front of a canvas. . .
Painting away a grand scenery
A train on a track. . .
Gaining momentum every second
A seed covered up in dirt. . .
Dead but blossoming into a beautiful flower
A symphony of chaos. . .
Rearranged and played by the best orchestra
A beautiful tune. . .
Played on by an instrument of choice
A writer. . .
Crafting the words of a bestseller
A storm. . .
Brewing in the middle of the ocean
A spot being lighted up to be a spot light
A work in progress
That’s who I am
Take me just as I am
Love me just as I am
Follow me through the process
The process is in progress
The process is progress
As the process progresses
Progress is being processed
Don’t hate: Congratulate
Don’t criticize: Give me time
In time, I’ll be prime
In the time being, if you wanna see inside of me
All you have to do is ask!
In the time being, just wait for me. . .
The painter is still painting
Wait for the grand picture. . .
Train still on track
Wait for the final destination . . .
Flower still blooming
Wait for the beauty yet unseen. . .
Orchestra still playing
Wait for the Crescendo. . .
Melody still forming
Wait for the full song. . .
Writer still putting words on paper
Wait for the bestseller. . .
Storm rising
Wait till I take you by storm
Tread carefully!
A work is in progress!

IF I HAD A CHANCE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING . . . . . . . (LETTER TO A FRIEND FAR AWAY #1)

And you were right
There was no existence after here
Life seemed to cease the moment we stepped pass the boundaries
The love story was just a fairytale
There was nothing to live for beyond here and now
And you were right
The holy one was just an imagination in the hearts of those who believed him
His son was just another nice guy who walked the earth brimming with emotions of peace and love
Ready to give some to those who hurt and thirst
And you were right
Boom! It banged so big and the world began
A force yet to be researched started it all
And you were right
We evolved to evolve
To think free
“If it feels right then get on it”
That was meant to be our world anthem
And we as social beings were to dance to that rhythm with our everyday actions and life
And you were right
And you were right?
And you were wrong
We stepped beyond and there was much more
Existence did not stop to exist
The love story was not a fairytale after all
It was to woo us to our genuine lover
And you were wrong
The unseen- the spiritual was not just a part of life
It was itself life determining the things seen!
And you were wrong
He was not just another nice guy
He was who he claimed to be and more
And you were wrong
We were made
Made for so much more
And you were wrong
We were just like tourists ‘stucked’ in the airport of our beautiful city
Looking and ‘hanging on’ to what we have seen at the lobby
Rejecting every hint that something more beautiful and magnificent laid ahead
And you were wrong
Nothing banged so big after all
The fundamental fact of existence was the Word powered by faith
And you were wrong
The pleasures were not worth dying for after all, they were just pointing to a greater pleasure
And you were wrong
There wasn’t just here and now but ever after existed
And you were wrong
You were wrong about being right
You were right
You were wrong
Then you were right
Now you were wrong
So true that facts cannot deface the Truth
It’s only a matter of time
Time would tell but don’t let time tell
Right your wrongs
Wrong your rights
And you were right?
You might have nothing to lose
And still nothing to gain
And you were wrong?
You would have something to lose
And definitely nothing to gain
And you were right
And you were wrong
Time would tell
Don’t let time tell
Right your wrongs
Then you would be right against all wrongs.

EVERYTHING GOOD

Everything good would come
It just takes time
Everything good might come
It just takes hope
Everything good has come
It just takes faith
Time, hope and faith
Time
Can YOU wait for it?
Cause if YOU can’t YOU aint ready for it
Hope
Can YOU expect it?
Cause if YOU cant it wouldn’t make any difference when it arrives
Faith
Can YOU imagine it?
Cause if YOU cant YOU wouldn’t know it when it comes
Be rest assured
Every good thing would come
It just takes YOU

STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART : ADDISON ROAD - WHAT DO I KNOW OF HOLY

It’s 18:22 (GMT +1) and my music library is on random play. This song titled ‘What Do I Know of Holy’ by Addison road streams into the air from my sound system. After a day of lots of event, some pleasant some not, I’m here listening to a song questioning my heart about what do I know about the fundamental Being of my existence. I’m lost for words because the truth is what really do I know of a great God I can’t and would never be able to comprehend his greatness.
Question: what do I know of Holy?
Action: I’m really thinking . . . .
Conclusion: nothing
Most of us do really think we know God but the truth is the moment we think we’ve had him figured out proves that we don’t even have an idea of who our God is. A scripture comes to mind. It talks about the people of God after failing to honor God in their futility reducing the same God to images or ideas they have come to know over time .(Rom 1:23)

Here is the point; sometimes we call God our father. Yes he is. But that does not mean we have all his duties as father figured out just like our earthly father. He is more than that. He is the ideal Father we don’t know and we have never imagined (Eph 3:20).
What would happen to us if we only grasped a fragment of who God is?
I ask again what would happen.
We would live in the awe of that knowledge of him
The knowledge of the Holy One
Sin would not be an excuse
We would daily long (in fact every second) for that place he has gone to prepare for us in Heaven.
His passion would be ours.
And then we would always say to our self this is just the beginning. The beginning of the revelation of the knowledge of the Holy one.
‘I know nothing’ you would hear yourself whisper
‘I am nothing’ you would say from time to time.
‘You are everything’ we would whisper to him all along.
Yeah.
He is Everything.
The Everything we know nothing of.
The Everything we are nothing compared to
The Everything I ask myself right now what do I know something of.
I leave you with the lyrics to this great song courtesy Jesushideoutfreak.com




Lyrics:

I’ve made you promises a thousand times
I’ve tried to hear from heaven but I talk the whole time
I think I made you too small, I’ve never feared you at all
If you touched my face would I know you?
Looked into my eyes could I behold you?
What do I know of you who spoke me into motion
Where have I even stood but the shore along your ocean?
Are you fire, are you fury
Are you sacred, are you beautiful
What do I know? What do I know of holy?
I guess I thought that I had you figured out
I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about
How you were mighty to save
But those were only empty words on a page
Then I caught a glimpse of who you might be
The slightest hint of you brought me down to my knees
What do I know of you who spoke me into motion
Where have I even stood but the shore along your ocean?
Are you fire, are you fury
Are you sacred, are you beautiful
What do I know? What do I know of holy?
What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?
And a God who gave life its name
What do I know of Holy?
Of the One who the angels praise
All creation knows your name
On earth and heaven above
What do I know of this love?
What do I know of you who spoke me into motion
Where have I even stood but the shore along your ocean?
Are you fire, are you fury
Are you sacred, are you beautiful
oh what do i know
what do i know of Holy


You could also listen to this great song at the link below http://www.jesusfreakhideout.com/LYRICS/new/track.asp?track_id=10418
Till next time. . . . . .Remember He is Everything

EMBRACING THE LIGHT (INTO THE LIGHT 2)

I wouldn’t say it’s easy to realize your mistakes, turn from them, pick up your pieces and start over again. I wouldn’t say that. That would be inhumane of me. Sometimes it could be hard from the human point of view to embrace change. It could be painful to re-orientate yourself about your long held perspective about God, Life and even yourself. But the truth is......
In the first place the truth could even be painful. Simply said, Truth hurts. The truth hurts like a healing balm applied over an old rotten wound. The healing balm is not meant or made to inflict pain on you but sorry it’s meeting an open wound. The healing balm hurts when applied to the open wound but its aim isn’t to hurt you though it’s hurting you. In hurting you it would heal you and make your flesh whole. That’s what it came to do all along. But why the pain you ask. Now listen to this. In order for us to enjoy pure lasting and genuine pleasure we have to endure the pain of change. No pain no gain.
Let’s stay here I hear you say. But we can’t stay here.
Wide open spaces await us
The life we always dreamt of in our innocence awaits us
A promise of pure, lasting, uncontaminated pleasure awaits us
We can’t stay in the past
We have to deal with it
We have to let the past pass
We have to kiss it goodbye
Then we embrace the free gift of the present
The gift given to us all life long
The unwrapped present
It’s time to remove the wrapping paper from the present and enjoy the present now
Past sins, addictions and habits
Let them find their positions in the past
Again I say
It’s time to remove the wrapping paper from the present longing with pleasure of an unknown gift
Pure pleasure
Cause we might not know what the present might have in store for the future
But we can be rest assured it’s good
Embrace the pain
Let the healing balm heal your wounds
Let go of the past
Start unwrapping your present
And wait. . . .
As a child waits eagerly for his next Christmas present for the future
Anyways the future is also a present time away from now
The future is bright
The future is light
Light is bright
Now that’s as sure as the dawn
Embrace the pain
The pain is light
Embrace the light!