PURITY IS POSSIBLE

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So this phrasePurity is Possible has been on my heart and mind for quite sometime now (since second year I used to begin the semester by saying CHASTE2014) that doesn’t mean I am pure far from that. I am gradually and daily working towards it — But how do we tackle the issue of Purity in such a time as this? When this generation believes it is okay to tell a little lie, picking that is not really stealing, flirting is not really a sin, when sex has become a prerequisite of showing affection, a little fornication won’t kill you, fear of being tagged as the inexperienced one by your peers because you haven’t tried sex before and so on. How do we fight this?

How do we stay Pure in a generation with all these godless cultures?

First off, we must come to the terms with the fact that every sin is SIN so far as it contradicts with God’s ways, laws and commandments. Truth is our entire existence is challenged by the odd’s of wholeness — just being idle can’t make you pure or whole. A consistent working out of purity is necessary. Perhaps if we carry the thought of God in our minds then we will tremble at staining our purity and work towards being Holy.

Taking sexual sins for instance; Sex is about the Gospel, that is why sexual sin is frowned upon.“Sex is Holy” I don’t want to overstate it. This is an analogy, not an equation. But it’s a good, biblical analogy. There was something Holy taking place between husband and wife. It was sacred, special, unique. “Holy” has often been defined as “being set apart for special use.” Sex certainly fits that description. It is not for everybody. It is set aside for special use in marriage. Even though sex is about the physical touch, to be sure, but it is about far more than physical touch. It is about what is going on inside us. Which is why when there’s disobedience there are consequences (Open ourselves up for the devil to manipulate us, ungodly soul ties, unhealthy sexually transmitted diseases, getting pregnant and having to abort in cases of unwanted pregnancy).

Have you ever witnessed a repented thief or prostitute (sinner), hands lifted up in worship? Ever meditated on just how big of a deal it is that while you were at your worst, Jesus still loved you?

If you don’t understand Christianity, you may get really confused as to why people become emotional when it comes to the thought of God. What’s going on inside of them that thinking about some God up in heaven would make them weep?  I learned over time by God’s grace working in my life;  what people are celebrating is that while we were at our worst, Jesus still loved us. Being aware of how much you’ve been FORGIVEN

So this is to say that; If we become aware of how much we’ve been forgiven; won’t there be desperation for Purity? 

Intimacy is hard for broken people. We need Jesus. We need his help. But when you’ve gotten closer and closer to the incredible reality that God chose you, forgave you, and approved of you despite your sin, all because of Jesus Christ, that grace is satisfying and empowering, and it can be carried over into the need for Purity. It can be carried over in the way you respond to every area of your life, confident and free because of Christ’s work in your life. It can be carried over in the way you forgive offense, sins and overlook his or her imperfections, as a way of sharing what God has given you.

As Christian’s  we need to follow every earthly pleasure back to its source in the God who is the giver of every good thing ( James 1:17), that he might get the glory. And that is why sex is holy—it is meant to remind us of the God who gave it to us, who takes joy in union with his people. We don’t need to over spiritualize sex to see it this way; we just need to approach it the way the Bible ordained and be grateful for it. So then we will discipline ourselves to obey with regards to every form of sin and work towards Purity. (1 john 3:3)

The bible says that “It is with the mind that we serve the Lord” So my question is; 

Do you ever think of your  body as a holy temple of God? 

Prayer

Father, you tell me that I can and must glorify you in my body and every area of my life meaning my obedience counts. I believe that you have given sexuality to me as a gift. I may not always understand why you have done this because it does not always feel like a gift, it gets tough choosing to stay and remain pure. But I do understand that you are good and kind and that you love me. I pray that I would be a faithful steward of this gift, that in that final day you would look at how I have stewarded this gift and say to me, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”

Hope of a Life Spent With You

“Purity Is Possible”

“AS YOUR MERCY AND GRACE DEMANDS”

I Will Run To You

Your eye is on the sparrow
And Your hand it comforts me
From the ends of the earth
To the depths of my heart
Let Your mercy and strength be seen

You call me to Your purpose
As angels understand
For Your glory may You draw all men
As Your love and grace demands

And I will run to You
To Your words of truth
Not by might not by power
But by the Spirit of God
Yes I will run the race
Til’ I see Your face
Oh let me live in the glory of Your grace

And I will run to You
To Your words of truth
Not by might not by power
But by the Spirit of God
Yes I will run the race
Til’ I see Your face
Oh let me live in the glory
Oh let me live in the glory
Please let me live in the glory of Your grace
And I will run to You
And I will run to You
Yes I will run to You


Growing up this was one of my favorite songs — still is, except for the fact that I know the right lyrics now — everybody lied about lyrics at some point right? For the past 7 weeks as we worship(I wrote this two weeks ago), we end service with this very song and God keeps taking me back to my childhood days. I share things I remember from my childhood because those memories are quite meaningful and point out how they relate to my life now. So much about the stories can be traced back to God working in my life, and sharing them, makes it evident that Jesus is real and intimately involved with us(Children).

Think back for a moment, when you were a little child. Did you ever wait at the door with excitement, just to run into your daddy’s arms when he came home from work? How badly did you want your mother to just carry you around. Feeling the warmth and safety, knowing all is well when they are with you. As little children we have a total dependence and trust in our parents, we simply believe they will do what we say. This is the exact imprint of belief God is calling us to as we develop our relationship with Jesus. He tells us numerous times in the gospels, “In order to experience me fully and completely you must become like a little child”— We are children of the Most High God.

He calls us  for this one simple reason, so we might become like little children; simple, free, trusting, dependent, risen, joyful, easy, uncomplicated, untainted and favored. He wants us to know that children live life freely from day to day. They never hold on to grudges, always forgiving (share your candy or toy with me so we make amends), living life, and open to new ideas. But now; there’s something at the back of your mind thinking about what someone said or did to you 10 years ago? Maybe you’re thinking, “I deserve better than this in life?”

Well, our lives began and end with the “Finished Work of Jesus“, in whom we have all things. That means the work on the cross covers the north, south, east, and west, nothing is left undone. We have security, simplicity, rest, satisfaction, power, trust, purity, freedom, just to name a few. This masterpiece was handcrafted and designed specifically for you to call your own, to simply receive. Childlike Faith believing we can be anything! Is your faith based on your timing and expectations? Or is it like that of a little child, where every ounce of your being stands on the finished work of Jesus Christ?

Lets take a look at the faith of one little girl, who changed the destiny of one powerful Syrian man. Naaman was the head honcho of the Syrian army. He had high favor with the king, but there was one challenge, he was a leper. Isn’t that just like us? We are in great need of our “Abba” Father(daddy). This purest form of love he richly lavished upon us, by sending forth his only son Jesus, to die on the cross, so we could experience high favor with the King all the time. Even though the Syrians did not worship our great Creator, they knew victory came from Israel’s God.

During a raid, they carried off a little girl from the land of Israel, and put her to work for Naaman’s wife. The little girl began to speak with great faith to the woman. “If my lord would be with the prophet (Elisha), he would cure him of leprosy.” A second time the same words of the little girl were now repeated to the king from Naaman. Still, a third time the same words of the little Israelite girl were repeated. And this time to Israel’s king. The news had traveled to Elisha about the great faith of the little girl. He told the king to send Naaman to him. Elisha told Naaman to wash in the Jordan 7 times. A simple, practical, childlike way of healing. “Go take a bath and you will be clean,” isn’t that just what our parents usually say to us(kids). That is just what Jesus did for us. He washed us with his purity, and made us white as snow.

Naaman didn’t like it one bit, he flared with rage! He was a powerful man. It should be a miraculous healing, right? Nope! His faithful young servants spoke to him with great faith. “My father, it is a great word the prophet has spoken to you, wash and be clean!” He finally dipped in the Jordan seven times. His whole being was restored and made new like that of a little child (2 Kings 5:1-19). How awesome is the Living God!

You know how frustrating it gets as a child — trying desperately to get your mother’s attention. Gently tugging at her cloth making her uncomfortable, calling out “Mama, Mama,” over and over again. She’ll finally stop whatever she’s doing, bend down to meet your gaze and carry you. Where am I getting with this?

Jesus is gently tugging at our hearts day and night, calling us to become like a little children and — “Run to Him” as His Mercy and Grace demands.

Stay blessed!

“Grace Came Through”

Aside

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I don’t know who you are, or why you are reading this page. I only know that for this moment, you’re reading it, and that is a very good thing…

I haven’t told anyone. No I wasn’t going to tell anyone (probably wanted to keep this as my tiny little secret). This private conversation with God was too tender and raw to share. Perhaps my life’s calling was about to take a sharp left turn. How do I recover from this latest blow of hurt and disappointment? For hours, I spilled out my concerns to Him — begging for answers and desperately wanting the gnawing pain in my heart to go away. Yet the pain was still there, very tangible… Depression set in and all I could think of was to end it all…

Somewhere in 2014, I lost one of the most valuable people in my life. I thought to myself; it was all over. I thought I had lost it all without having a taste of what it would have been like. Yes I was growing and still needed him around, in fact I think I still do. Was God really concerned? Was my life’s calling about to take a sharp left turn that I wasn’t prepared for? No more pampering, What happens to the plans of furthering my education? My dreams? My life was virtually shattered with that text message “sorry about your dad, my condolences”. I needed people. But did they even understand? No.

After a difficult experience, and it always seems easier to linger under the covers a little while longer. But what happens when that thought becomes your default? I grew bitter, I blamed God for taking my dad away (He took my little brother and sister away when I was little and now this? I was always going to church, serving and giving like every other believer. So why didn’t He prevent it? I allowed the devil play with my mind, I stopped going to church regularly, I became bitter and moody, my grades started to drop, the look of anger became my default, I didn’t like who I had become.

Now feeling like a mess, a failure,  I couldn’t hold it in, it seemed like just the right time, my room mates were not around. “Well, I might as well just end it all before they get back” I said to myself. (Yes I tried to commit suicide!) I still can’t explain how I got to that point but thank God whatever I mixed up to drink on that fateful Saturday slipped from my hands.

“I don’t know how I escaped this phase” I just know Grace came through.

My mind did a lot of wondering. Circumstances that produced full-on hot tears as I cried out to God in despair. Was God really concerned?  I knew God loved me, but honestly, I wasn’t feeling very loved at that moment. I felt as if Satan were throwing darts at me labeled: Forgotten. Invisible. Hopeless. Failure. Not good enough.

In an audible cry, I uttered these words; God, I can’t live like this, please take this pain, the heaviness in my heart away, this Christian life seems impossible to live unless you change my heart.  Give me a heart to love and desire you more than anything else in this world. I need you to take off this burden I don’t want to go on being bitter. Lord please set me free, renew my mind…some of the words got stuck in my throat the tears I couldn’t control”(Yes I still remember every single word) After this I begun to connect the dots ( not suddenly, but after some months)… If I loved God, then I would live for God and nothing else, yes I had lost my dad but then God still has a purpose for my life, I’ll live and declare the works of God — His plans are for my good. (Jeremiah 29:11).

     Suicide is not chosen; it happens
when pain exceeds
resources for coping with pain.

Sometimes you don’t even know how you sank into depression — perhaps all the measures you used to cope with the pain failed or the pain becomes greater than the resource for coping but mind you You can survive this.  That’s all! It’s about Survival. You are not a bad person, or crazy, or weak, or flawed, because you feel suicidal. It doesn’t even mean that you really want to die – it only means that you have more pain than you can cope with right now. If I start piling weights on your shoulders, you will eventually collapse if I add enough weights… no matter how much you want to remain standing. Willpower has nothing to do with it. Of course you would cheer yourself up, if you could.

Don’t accept it if someone tells you, “That’s not enough to be suicidal about.” There are many kinds of pain that may lead to suicide. Whether or not the pain is bearable may differ from person to person. What might be bearable to someone else, may not be bearable to you. The point at which the pain becomes unbearable depends on what kinds of coping resources you have. Individuals vary greatly in their capacity to withstand pain. I am not saying suicide is either wrong nor right; it is not a defect of character; it is morally neutral. 

Grace comes to them that ask. No matter how lost you are or the amount of pain you feel, find that strength to call on GRACE. You know, it’s that “merciful kindness by which God, exerting his holy influence upon souls, turns them to Christ, keeps, strengthens, increases them in Christian faith, knowledge, affection, and kindles them to the exercise of the Christian virtues“. He will receive you with open arms. You are still useful to God no matter how hopeless the situation you find yourself in seems. I want you to know that; God loves you the more when you’re feeling worthless. 

Ps; A suicidal person may not ask for help, but that doesn’t mean that help isn’t wanted. People who take their lives don’t want to die—they just want to stop hurting. Don’t add up by being judgmental, show more concern and love.

Grace Supersedes Everything.

Jesus Loves You.

Stay Blessed!

I CAN SENSE IT – TRANSITION

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Have you ever had to question if you were on the right path? Is this really what God wants for me? I sit in church, at work — in a cab, public transport (trotro) and wonder if the person sitting next to me can sense it too. The search for truth — the hunger and thirst for truth, there were times that I could shove it aside. I can’t seem to escape the voice of change. It haunts me until sleep takes over, but the amusing part is, it is waiting for me the moment I open my eyes. I try to drown it with music. Crowding it with the thoughts of doubt and disbelief — I don’t have to face it. It is easier running away from it than confronting it right? I don’t feel ready, Do I even have what it takes?

Sometimes I wish I could go back to being a little girl all over again. I remember way back when my biggest problem was whether I wanted to wear an already made dress, flower socks or a hat coupled with a bag to Sunday school — then I took the first hit staining that innocence — by reaching for things I made myself believe I needed. It’s called Growing up right?

Truth is, I am still dealing with the consequences of wrong choices and bad decisions from the past — I don’t know if I can risk another wrong turn. So I sit on the steps of my destiny too afraid to climb further, too exposed to go back.  I want to be the light that gives people hope to believe there is God but also without them realizing I have all these fears and scars. What if I fail at this? Perhaps overcoming this fear will reveal God’s divine purpose for my life. His sole inspiration for creating me

My mind has succeeded in convincing me that I must know the outcome of everything even before taking the first step. It makes me feel like I can’t handle what comes next. 

God can I at least have a sneak peek at my future before I get there? The bigger picture? At least a promise so that trusting can be a lot more easier. I wonder why God didn’t make my mountain easier to climb. I wish that He would give me the strength I see in others. Maybe that’s because I may not be able to handle the weakness that comes along with their strength. He places me in situations where I have to prove to myself what He’s known all along: I’ve got what it takes. And His word assures me that “My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.”(Exodus 33:14) He makes me go through the uncomfortable, digging deep, stretched within, facing my fears so that when I finally taste the victory of overcoming I won’t forget the preparation it took to get there. So even though I am scared, I’ll trust anyway.

Ever heard of broken miracles? But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty;” ( 1 Corinthians 1:27). For some of us loving God can’t be achieved until we are willing to be broken in diverse ways and through that brokenness He blesses us. We get to remind the world that God can break you to bless others. There is beauty in Brokenness — Vulnerability is useful.

He says “his grace is sufficient” and that’s not cliche because he gives us grace on credit in order for our faith to be increased (2 Corinthians 12:9). The trials and challenges stretch our faith to that point of “Surrender“. Giving it all up to Him because everyone who promised not to fail, did at a point, except Him. He doesn’t compel anyone to move, He will not force you to worship Him — no our faith has a choice, a choice of free will. Surrendering to His will.

Suddenly coming to that realization; God is only shaking off mindsets, relationships, and opportunities that I should  never have clung unto in the first place. Throwing away the excuses, doubts, belief systems and subscribing to GRACE. Push myself, through the process, set boundaries, to have unprecedented discipline, obeying His commandments. I learnt at church that there are rewards reserved for those who obey and follow the ways of the Lord and are able to make the tough decisions not to compromise their faith(they are called the overcomers Revelations 3:12). Hence I am taking the steps of Submission. Obedience and Service.

Prayer

Dear Lord,  I am not ignorant of what you’re doing with me and I really don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want to make misdirection, interpreting and giving meaning to everything with my canal mind and get this wrong. Help me to hear you so clearly I don’t mistake Your voice for the enticing pleasures that come to distract me. Help me to uncover dimensions of myself I never knew existed. Show me who I really am not who I’m comfortable being. Take me out of my comfort zone, I need a nudge in the right direction, lead me with Your voice and protect me with Your hand. I want to go deeper with you even if it means I have to cut some things loose. I know that I’ve been reluctant with confronting this moment for reasons I can’t fully express, but I’m finally saying, lead the way for I am ready to obey, ready to embrace this change and all that comes along with it.