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"I write for the unlearned about things in which I am unlearned myself." - CS Lewis, Reflections on the Psalms

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Second Hand Smoke...

Research shows that second hand smoke from cigarettes is more dangerous than first hand smoke. So as much as you can do what you want, risk your health and chain smoke as you want, please don’t do it in public. 
That’s why smoking in public places has been banned in some countries. Don't endanger the lives of others with your bad habit.

Most times, the troubles loved ones go through affect those around them more. It’s just like the second hand smoke effect. About 4years ago, my mom was ill. It was a life hanging by a thread kind of situation( thank God it was a scarlet thread her life hung on.) It took its toll on me. We were in the U.K. for 5 months and by the time we came back to Nigeria, she was healed(praise God) and looked like a bunch of fresh ripened bananas, while I, on the other hand, looked like the one who had spent months receiving treatments.
I had lost so much weight, I dropped two dress sizes and was the perfect size0,(a models dream size) with no effort, just like that! My BMI wasn’t great either and while I didn’t feel the effect of it, I had to go on an ensure drink diet, just to get some nutrients in.
All those moments praying, the psychological effect of fighting worry in the face of outrageous reports, hospital trips, drugs, doctors, watching the recuperating process, waking up in the middle of the night just to be sure she was still breathing etc are at me without me knowing. I remember giving a plate to eat something only to find my mum having an episode and I’d abandoned the food and my appetite would be out the window by the time I was done with her. 

You have no idea how what you do affects others, the positive and negative things you do find expression in the lives of those around you. There’s a ripple effect. That's why we have to be sensitive and remember ever so often that we don’t live just for ourselves.

Sometimes what we preach is not the verses or chapters, it's the Spirit of the word made flesh in us: our lifestyle, our faith, our excellence, compassion, and our resilience.... Are people blaspheming God because of us? Are we not mirroring the words we claim to believe in the way we live our lives?

As leaders your choices affect those who follow you! What you say or do could be what determines the kind of leader they will be in future. 
As parents your children see you even more than they hear you. 
As business owners, what are you portraying to your employees and partners?
As Christians, quit being stupid!

“Each of us will give an account of himself to God. Try to live in such a way that you will never make your brother stumble by letting him see you doing something that he thinks is wrong.” (Romans 14:12-13 

“Mature people limit their freedom for the benefit of others. Because you’re afraid of what other people think? Of course not. You do it out of love. In situations where there is no clear right or wrong, you have to ask yourself, “How will my decision affect other people?” Rick Warren 

Even if you feel you owe no one anything and God loves you sans your good works... think about the souls you may be driving away from this beautiful life in God you have by your lifestyle with zero ounce of integrity and character even with all the anointing dripping off you? If they can’t see the effect of God in you why should they desire to have Him for themselves?
What report do people have about you, your business, your home, your relationships etc?

You’re not doing it for the gram, for the likes and the pat on the back... do it for the lives! That’s what matters more! 

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Sweets, Pied Pipers and Manifestations...

Some would call my cousins and nieces spoilt. I would call them spoilt occasionally…. But sometimes I wonder if the term spoilt is used loosely. I think the term is relative. They have the necessary orientation and values planted in their little minds… but the fact that chocolates were such a luxury to me when growing up, shouldn’t make me think they’re spoilt for getting chocolates whenever they desire it… I hardly had any except someone traveled abroad and it was well rationed. Or the fact that taking a bottle of soda from the fridge just like that was forbidden…. I had four siblings and our treat on some nights was a few bottles of ‘mineral’ shared amongst us… kept in the fridge overnight and made into a nice cup of Fanta/coke ‘ice-cream’ now those kids have ice-cream almost every day and every other day when they cry for it, they come to the house and it’s a miracle if they don’t attempt to drink everything they find in the fridge. I join in the indulging of these generation, what puzzles me is when mummy joins as well, like lady you were the one who raised me and you are lenient with them?

To the kids, it isn’t a luxury. Buying packs of candies for them gets them excited but not as carried away as I would have been… they don’t try to keep it to stretch for days, they just eat and eat knowing there’ll always be more. Its not a scarce resource, neither is ice-cream occasional, its an exciting though if I put myself in their shoes and try to rearrange my growing up days.
And I’m sure this has made them less susceptible to strangers luring them with sweets and biscuits, because these are things they have in excess, so don’t come playing that pipe for them expecting that they would dance to your tunes to bye bye land.

That’s how children of God should be. We should be so spoilt in walking in the manifestation of Gods Spirit, and being in environment when it flows freely and is taught liberally. Miracles should flow around us and through us, so much that the supernatural is super natural to us and it doesn’t even have to be spectacular so we don’t scare people, that’s not the idea. There’s healing here… there’s word of knowledge; there’s workings of miracles, we prophesy etc yayyyy… but not yayyy because it’s an uncommon practice, but yayyy for the goodness of God.  In our secular jobs, we operate in the Spirit of seeing and knowing, we operate in the wisdom of God etc. Of course we don’t trivialize them because they occur constantly, we never get used to the joy of it… You see when we get to this point where we are walking in manifestations of the Spirit easily and regularly; we wouldn’t be easily moved by the ‘magic’ churches springing up everywhere.

But the manifestation of the Spirit is given to every man for profit. 1 Corinthians 2:7
This manifestations has been given to everyone, not just your pastors, but you too, you who has been saved.
Children of God are so desperate for something spectacular, the dramatic… but we’re too sophisticated to go to native doctors and so the native doctors got sophisticated too, they dressed in suits and built bigger shrines and named them churches and children of God are dancing there stunned by magic shows because they are not used to miracles. They love the entertainment they receive where demons throw stunts and act proper nollywood dialogues before they are cast out, where account numbers are called out etc. That’s why they are easily scammed and easily duped, used and dumped. Thus they go around lumping all pastors in a group and cussing out, when their lack of knowledge and understanding led them to the slaughterhouse.
We’re not surprised that God healed… but we’re excited at the multiple ways He shows Himself and that He would choose to use us.

The Spirit of God isn’t for a select group of people, it isn’t just for the pastors or the mature Christians, its for everyone of us… its been given to everyman to profit withal. Ask for a fresh outpouring of the spirit on you, ask for a stirring, desire it, and know that when you ask you are granted and walk in it. Walk in the power gifts, in the utterance gifts etc. God loves you and His spirit is made available to you to profit.
Its not a scarce resource, its flowing all around, and when you’re constantly feeding on it, you wouldn’t be easily deceived when the pied piper pastor comes to deceive with magic tricks.

Thursday, February 8, 2018

The Love Collision... This Love.

So I planned these whole big interviews with various people like I did two years ago to talk about God’s love. But somehow, I haven’t been quite motivated to get round to doing it. I just want to talk about this love as it comes to me. Maybe before the end of the month, I will get on with that.

But God’s love is real, it is true, and it is my daily reality.
It’s amazing to walk around, or even hang with people who have no idea that they are the ones Jesus loves. I want to describe this love to them, I want to tell them in the simplest term, but humans sometimes don’t understand simplicity, they go for the complex, and its so hard for me to say it in a complex way… simple is better, “God loves you”… God is not hounding you to excitedly throw you in hell. Yes you’ve messed up, but you’re not too messy for His love and grace to clean you up.

“For God so loved the world...” 

That doesn’t sound generic to some, thus it’s easy for them to take steps back, removing self from ‘the world’ in the word and making way for who this verse is talking about, the brand of special people... Probably your neighbor who prays more than you do, or the guy at work that never loses his temper, the lady who never takes selfies and only posts scriptures on social media, the colleague who’s always running off to church or even the Pastor etc. Or maybe God so loved mother Theresa or Maria Woodworth-Etter or Aimee Semple McPherson or Kathryn Kulhman or Adeboye etc

But it means YOU as much as the next person.

Say to yourself  “ For God so loved me He gave me Jesus...”

Who is Jesus? He is Love, He is salvation, He is grace, He is mercy, He is Life, He is wisdom, He is Favor, and He is Joy, Peace... Hope and so much more. 

Jesus is for everyone... It’s up to you to receive Him, this precious gift. God made flesh. Love, life, and grace made flesh.

This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again.”
John 3:16-17 MSG

Got Jesus? 

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Love Collision: The Beloved

God’s love crushes every hard wall of condemnation that’s putting a wedge between you and Him. All you have to do is reach out for it.
He’s doing everything possible, using every means possible to make us understand that Christ died for our sins, and there’s a never quenching flame of love burning in His heart for us.
‘Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ's love for us? There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture: ‘ Romans8:35(msg)

Thursday, February 1, 2018

The Love Collision...

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Ours is a story of love... from the beginning to the end, creation to redemption and the life we live in between the finished works of Christ. 

It’s so hard to harden your heart to the truth of a God who absolutely loves us when we have seen Him give His all for us. He has shown us kindness, mercy, grace and so much more.

February is the month the world has set apart to celebrate love, and it’s a month where Inyamu’s Eldorado celebrates the greatest love story ever told. In interviews, songs and just anyway possible.

Because I’m so desperate for people to know the truth, that there is a God who is deeply in love with them. 
There is a God who’s desire to bless you and spoil you in His love is greater than the need to punish you. 
You see, He paid the price for our sins on the cross... it’s easier to stop running from Him when you realize that you’ve been forgiven, all you need is repentance and acceptance of this forgiveness. You’ll only end up paying for sins He already paid for in Christ if you don’t embrace this truth of love and rest in the warmth of His salvation.(and your payment never comes even close to the wage of your sin)

God went out of His way to prove His everlasting love for us when He sent Jesus to the cross.

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
‭‭John‬ ‭3:16‬ ‭KJV‬‬

Romans 5:7-8msg
We can understand someone dying for a person worth dying for, and we can understand how someone good and noble could inspire us to selfless sacrifice. But God put his love on the line for us by offering his Son in sacrificial death while we were of no use whatever to him.”
‭‭Romans‬ ‭5:6-8‬ ‭MSG‬‬

God loves you!
That’s what I want you to get out of it all. His love stands supreme and makes it all worth it.
His love shows a lot of PDA, it’s not a secret to be hidden.
His love rejoices over you with singing.
His love is the MVP.
His love is King! 

If you’ve never received this love, now is the time... is as simple as saying these few words, but so profound it changes your life forever. From darkness into His glorious light. From ashes to beauty. From despair to peace and joy and ALL good things.
That if you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved" Romans 10:9

 Here we go...

Thank you Lord for dying for my sins,
Thank you precious Jesus for your endless love for me. I confess all my sins and receive your forgiveness. I declare that you are Lord, come into my heart. I surrender to your love.


Thursday, January 11, 2018

The Beef That Breeds Nightmares!

In light of the recent killings by fulani herdsmen in Benue state, I wrote this down. It is not my intention to downplay what happened to a place of fiction. It's just me, trying to make it feel more real, trying to picture it from the eyes of a victim.
May the souls of all those killed rest in peace. 

There’s a flight response triggered in both humans and animals alike in the face of danger. Adrenaline, a metallic taste in the mouth, impaired cognitive function, fleeing, a strong desire to survive and there’s the other way we respond to danger,  the freeze, and that is my response today. Legs firmly planted on the dusty ground, not shaking; fear lounging in the corner, not interested in what my eye is taking in, my heartbeat regular, my cognition is alive…. more alive than it’s ever been. I take in everything happening around me like the reporters who dare to go into the carnage of war torn zones, but unlike them, I have no security. I am exposed. I have no hope for survival, or rather, I’m not thinking about surviving or being a victim, I am just existing in that moment, frozen.

There’s a trickle down my legs. I have urinated on myself… that’s the only thing that gives away what my subconscious mind feels in the back of my freeze moment, or maybe I just couldn’t hold it in anymore, I was on my way to find a spot to squat and pee when everything changed.
I imagine the jests Terwase my brother would throw at me if he knows what just happened to me…. I, the city girl, the self acclaimed ‘know what’s up’ girl with painted pepper red nails and pink lipstick, with well lined perfectly highlighted brows peed on herself.

He would laugh for a lifetime, but he wouldn’t as it were, because he can’t, and he can’t because he’s lying dying a few feet from me, his stomach with a deep gash that has left his intestine or something that looks like it hanging out, his right hand semi-detached from his body from the shoulder… his eyes open and bewildered, fixed on me, his sister who was going to be a nurse, wanting me to do something to stop the pain, or maybe wanting me to run? But I am frozen. Beside him is his pregnant wife Ieember, dead already with a nasty gnash on her head and her neck, the baby that was on her back, ten month old Bem is sprawled, half removed from her back, his naked body looks lifeless from where I stand.
My grandmother screams calling on God as she falls from a machete hitting her back. The people that matter in my life are all falling or have fallen dead. I see others, neighbors and some relations running. Would they be able to escape?

The smell of roast yam fills the air.
I love roasted yam. In fact, that’s what lured me to the farm today. While they farmed, my grandmother and the very dead Terwa were going to roast some yam with some bush rat the younger kids caught and I wasn’t going to miss out on it. Just to show them that I wasn’t a farm girl anymore, I wore my borrowed shoes, the ones I took from carol my roommate, and I sprayed a little too much perfume… I came to slay them with my sophistication but here I am in the midst of the worst kind of slaying I have seen.
Heaps of harvested yams are on fire, yams from our hard work, yams that were to be sold for out livelihood and to sponsor my education set on fire… the smell of burning yam, fresh blood, dust and burning flesh hit me… I smell the screams of the fleeing, the dying people and the killers more than I hear them. I smell the smell of evil.  

Bodies drop, babies cry, and as the blood hits the ground it cries out for vengeance. I see the humans, who may as well be demons raise their machetes and land them on the babies. The barbarians, eyes expressionless, a dark evil looming as they do their evil like zombies, controlled by something beyond what the human race can describe.

The Christmas holiday is over, and nursing school resumed two days ago, but with all my city girl façade, I love being home, I love being on the farm, even though I hate the work. I love being around my grandmother and her funny jokes, I love the pride my siblings have when they show me off to everyone in the village. I love speaking ‘perfect’ English to the clan head and the admiration of my childhood friends who didn’t get to continue school like me. I love my mother’s cooking and Father’s endless pride as he calls his first daughter ‘Doctor’…. so I delayed resumption, because as much as I love to become a nurse and one day a matron in a big hospital, I hate the stress of classes and homework, the teasing of some of my classmates calling me a ‘village girl’ just because my grades are better than them but I have a tiv accent they say.  If I left two days ago, I would not have had to witness this. But I’m thankful I did not leave, because what is life without my family? I wonder where my mother is, is she dead already or did she run? She was to come meet us in the farm. What would my father say when he gets back? He went to the neighboring village to sell some products.

As I stand in the midst of the carnage, I see one of them running towards me, I still don’t run, he raises his machete with a menacing look on his face, it lands on my skull, I feel no pain, just a thud… in the freeze mode, there is a decrease in the feeling of pain. My legs suddenly shift as it gives way for me to hit the ground, before I land, another blow hits my side, I feel the blood gushing out, then a throbbing headache and for the first time, I begin to shake as my body no longer answering to my mind jerks, and then its blank. The last thing I see is the face of the devil, a herd’s man not older than eighteen.

My name is Mercy, or Mhorun as my grandmother named me, a child of mercy, reporting live, or dead as the case may be from the carnage of Guma.
A second year nursing student, an aspiring matron. First of its kind from my family, the only educated one beyond primary education. The city girl. The shanpepe of my father’s house.
With all of this achievements, I am still equated to the life of a cow… my life and that of my loved ones, taken in exchange for a cow, that is our beef, their beef with us… their excuse to wipe us out.

Monday, January 8, 2018

Gone with the wind...


 I have been a victim of blustery days

Some days ago, I had another windy experience, we had just finished a press conference for a worship concert holding later in the evening, and we were out taking pictures and just having laughs, but in the midst of that, I was fighting a warfare with the wind… my free hand held on to my dress, I wouldn’t have minded much if I did it in a classy way like the famous Marilyn Monroe pose, but oh well, it was more of a clumsy way, not fit for an iconic moment. I was not ready to expose the men of God to another sort of unsolicited worship, and so one hand with my drink and plate of snack, and the other holding down my dress, I walked bent over to a sit and found rest and protection from the shame of being exposed. Oh the struggle!!!!

Subtlety fighting with the wind...
Most ladies in skirts and dresses regardless of class has had her own share of fighting for her right to dignity with the wind. It doesn’t spare anymore, not even the royals from its assault. You have to be well armed with quick reflexes or you’ll leave yourself exposed… indecently! What a vulnerable moment it is being exposed.
But in all these, the queen, Queen Elizabeth found a hack to tackle this problem, she uses a perfect defense for this war with the wind and I love it. We wouldn’t be seeing any gone with the wind tabloid picture of her royal treasure anytime soon. I read once, that she has weights sewn onto the hem of her clothes. Curtain weights to be precise, are sewn into the lining of her dresses and skirts, giving them extra weight thus making a windy waltz and a royal exposure near impossible.

"Then we will no longer be immature like children. We won't be tossed and blown about by every wind of new teaching. We will not be influenced when people try to trick us with lies so clever they sound like the truth." Ephesians 4:14(NLT)

We need to take a cue from her majesty and I’m not talking about dresses. We need weights to hold down our beliefs when the wind of new doctrines blows or we’ll be left exposed.
Let the weights of the truth of Gods word you’re grounded in, your worship etc keep you from exposure when the wind blows your way. There’s a lot of wind of ridiculous teachings from clueless people blowing on social media, talking against some of the very rituals of our faith, if you let it sweep up your faith you’ll be left exposed, and what a loss it is when we are exposed.
The word says we’re immature when we jump on any teaching that comes our way, they may come off as eloquent, but we’re been tricked into the lies that sound so clever we’re convinced it has to be true.

Be grounded in the word of God for yourself….  As for all the ‘wind’ of doctrine that is blowing people out of their belief, “For this is the will of God, that by doing good you may put to silence the ignorance of foolish men—”I Peter 2:15 NKJV
In other words, keep doing the good you’re convicted by the word of God to do... Stick to your truth long enough and time will silence the ignorance of ‘foolish men.’ Truth can only be buried for so long with arguments... but it’ll always exhume itself with its results! Let the weight hold you down, and soon enough, you’ll see just how wrong the wind was/is.

It’s the New Year. Be wise. Test every Spirit before you go with the wind of the voices. Seek God… You’ll never understand God’s word, the scriptures, His power and His principles with just head knowledge. That’s why people carnally and wrongly interpret scriptures and many allow their skirts blown with this wind of deceit… Don’t be quick to despise prophecies
Then we will no longer be like children, forever changing our minds about what we believe because someone has told us something different or has cleverly lied to us and made the lie sound like the truth. Ephesian 4:14(TLB)

Sew in your weights and don’t get exposed.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

2018... Focus!

Happy New Year every one. 
I'm somehow not so wowed at the fact that it's 2018, like I usually am every new year, I already feel used to writing the new date, it's quite weird. Maybe I moved into this year a long time ago in my subconscious. But I'm glad to be alive and excited about the year, whats to come and what's already come.

So the other day, I walked into my room, my own personal space because I wanted to be away from everyone, I wanted to study, reflect and just travel into my inner mind and maybe write. You know, it’s the beginning of the year, and I really wanted to reflect, but instead, I found myself taking selfies. (You see, I'm always so 'solemn' about new years, this distraction just helped buttress my point that I just may have come into this year sometime before 2017 officially packed up)

I was so distracted by self, and by the chemistry I seemed to have with the camera in that moment
That’s how life happens to a lot of us!
We build a momentum, and start to run with it, then we get distracted, and sometimes, these distractions are valid… valid reasons to focus on self and what is and what isn’t working, that the impetus to keep moving at a certain pace is dimmed and we slow down.

May we not lose the momentum we’ve built with the New Year by being distracted with self.
May we fix our eyes like a flint to do all that we ought to do and not get sidetracked by frivolous things, even valid thins.
These distractions will surely come... self, relationships, the comparison of self with others etc and they will only slow you down if you feed them with attention.
I pray for the grace to be focused for everyone of us! It’s in our focus that we enter into these wonderful prophecies that have been spoken over us for the year.

Jesus loves you, and He’s willing and able to help you, keep your eyes focused on His love and walk on water, do the impossible, step out on your dreams, all things are possible… stay focused.

Happy New Year.

Monday, December 25, 2017

Merry Christmas...

For God so greatly loved and dearly prized the world that He [even] gave up His only begotten (unique) Son, so that whoever believes in (trusts in, clings to, relies on) Him shall not perish (come to destruction, be lost) but have eternal (everlasting) life. (Thus) The Word became flesh and blood,
and moved into the neighborhood.
We saw the glory with our own eyes,
the one-of-a-kind glory,
like Father, like Son,
Generous inside and out,
true from start to finish. John 3:16(amp) John 1:14(msg)
The beauty of Christmas. Merry Christmas everyone.

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Swimming Lessons, Life Jackets and Life...

I love water! It’s amazing how drawn I am to bodies of water, but as much as I love water, I am scared of swimming as much as I desire to, but not exactly scared of shallow ends of pools. I just haven’t gotten comfortable with the fact that you can let your legs go and wade through something. There’s such a comfort in having your feet firmly placed on solid ground.
I turned thirty and I wanted to do life, one of the ways was by finally stepping up to take swimming lessons. I wouldn’t journey round the world or go on many vacations that come my way only to stay in the shallow end, holding on to the edge of the pool, I plan on swimming a lot more. That’s what I say before each bold step to start a swimming lesson that never seems to find completion with me.

I felt pretty confident about this particular class, this was it, the year I would finally race a fish and show it a trick or two. We were using a life jacket to start with; my teacher said I was doing really well… I did laps across the pool, which was progress; me not freaking out that my legs couldn't find the ground because I’m at the deep end was progress indeed.
My teacher was quite impressed, his name was Amos, I would believe that I was quite impressionable with my beginners skills in a life jacket, but you see Amos seemed to like me a notch higher than usual, so that made me doubt and imagine that he was just trying to make me feel good. I liked Amos too, he was a good, reassuring teacher and I compelled myself to trust him because I knew the day would come when he would take the life jacket off during my training, I wanted to have someone who liked me, and who thought that there was a possibility that I felt the same way about him beside me then.
Unfortunately I gave up too soon on swimming and never got to the stage of taking off the jacket.. because well, i wasn't so confident on how i would survive without my life jacket on.
Whenever i see this picture, i try to make myself believe I was right in the middle of the ocean... and not some pool.
So the main gist about my swimming lesson gist is this… You know, life is like a big big ocean, and just like you can’t possible swim non-stop across oceans in your own strength, you can’t swim through life on your own, you will cramp up, crash and burn, then drown. That’s why God threw us the ultimate life jacket…. The cross is our saving grace, the sacrifice of the cross. Stop struggling against the tide and just wear the life jacket of salvation… Jesus!
That’s what keeps you afloat, and growing in this salvation gives you strength to not just go with the tides or as the ocean tosses you about, but you grow in power through the Holy spirit, getting filled daily in the place of worship, praying in the Holy ghost. And then you swim, you move. You move your hands and legs and you’re not stagnant or just taking what life gives you, the tides of life don’t toss you about, you in power show it where you want to go, swim against it. You are meant to be a power filled Christian.

Letting go of the edge of the pool and dear Amos was such a struggle for me, but it took me overcoming the fear that came over me, to realize that when I let myself go, that's when I float, the effectiveness of the life jacket is seen/manifested. I could not sink as long as I had my life jacket on. False perception and fear would give every reason to believe, rationale would make me believe that the instant I let go of my human clutch Amos, is the moment I sink. But I conquered that fear and found myself confidently swimming to the deep end of the pool, just me and my life jacket. Let go to Jesus and you lose everything, (i.e cool factor, street cred and all) we've been made to believe;. But you’re only just starting in all those things.
The reality of Christ is even much more than a life jacket… HE doesn’t just keep you afloat… that’s like barely surviving… He puts you above… walking on water.

I learned to not just float with the life jacket but to ‘swim’ or a semblance of swimming anyway from one end of the pool to another... I wasn’t just in one place. I went to the deep end! I dared it to sustain me. We hold on to relationships, money, fame etc and we lose those things easily. But in doing life with God, letting go of all and holding on to Him, we gain all.
Seek first the kingdom of God and all other things will be added to you. It’s time to stop seeking God as an afterthought… put Him first place.

 If you try to hang on to your life, you will lose it. But if you give up your life for my sake and for the sake of the Good News, you will save it. “ Mark 8:35 NLT

We have an advantage as one with God... but most times, we Christians don’t take this advantage, we prefer to just float in a spot or go wherever the waves tosses us… when we can choose to swim in the direction we want, even to the deep end and even walk on water figuratively by using the supply of Gods Spirit for wisdom and witty inventions in our businesses, marriages, offices/organizations etc.
Christ is a life jacket that does more than keep you afloat. Jump into the waters of His salvation and the supply of His Spirit and do exploits.  
(But the manifestation of the Spirit is given to EVERY man to profit withal. I Corinthians 12:7)
And if you’re already wearing this jacket, then kick your legs, and better still move your arms as well and swim to greatness, you were not saved into stagnation and unproductivity.

Some people are just Christian enough to avoid hell. They know without salvation its hell, so they’re just floating Christians, like they know without a life jacket they’d sink, they don’t make efforts to grow in the truth of what they believe, the joy of knowing God, the peace and the Power they have. Its fear of hell and nothing more. Yes they’d make heaven but why not enjoy life now? Why not take advantage of the audacity we have with this reliable life-jacket on? I use the word reliable, because others have found other life jacket imitations to help them through life, but none is as reliable and fail proof as Jesus…. The authentic one!

God is waiting on us to do something... and it's not something out of nothing, because He’s already given us everything. He’s given you the life jacket of His salvation as an added advantage to wade through the waters of life… It's something out of something... something out of His grace. Grace is there, grab a slice and BE something, build on its foundation and stand out... that’s how we take over, from the springboard of this grace, not laying on lounge chairs with straw hats and drinks with little umbrellas waiting for something to happen. Kick your legs and move your arms and get moving, dare the deep end… God’s got you.

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