“Oh, that the Lord would bless His people, and cause them to see as He sees; the beauty of all He created, the profoundness in purpose, the infiniteness of blessed potential.” – Makafui.
To the Ever-present Help in times of trouble;
The King Eternal, All-Mighty, Gracious, Kind;
He whose Glory fills the earth to saturation,
Each square inch, phenomena, snippet of time
And space and breath and thought, captivated.
Many hearts and minds, with hands and lips,
Everything that has not breath, and some that do,
Rejoice at the Gift from above, come to
Reclaim all of creation – salvage via salvation;
Yea, herein lies the mystery of the gift of grace.
“I was looking for the perfect pair of lenses to look through for the right perspectives. Then I found Christ; more like He found me.” – Makafui.
“”Why then testeth thou me Father, when thou already knowest that which is in mine heart?”
“The test be not for that I may know, my child, but for thee (and all witnesses) to realise and acknowledge that which hideth in the deep recesses of thine heart, that Mine righteous judgement be unreproachable.”” – Makafui.
“Rejection does not mean you are not good enough! Who is better, more perfect, more loving than God? Yet more men have spurned Him than have accepted Him; His own creatures nonetheless. There’s nothing nice or comforting about being rejected, but rest assured, you’re in good company. Please, your worth is not a function of ‘acceptance’ or ‘rejection’!” – Makafui.
Now here is the story told of a man, who rose up and said: “Hear hear, as I speak mysteries without interpretation. Listen well, for my words do not mean what they should, but they reveal my deepest thoughts. I hold concealed in one hand keys to the past, and in my bosom is hidden the door to the future. Now hear my dilemma and give me counsel. What do I say to console myself, having lost my other arm in a bid to rob from it’s owner the keys to the future? For my enemy holds with both fists the keys to the future, and hides behind the door to the past.”
There is silence till a child responds: “Sire, thou hast no hands.” To which an old man adds: “The doors to the future have no locks, one just needs to push through.”