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The stage is set for the manifestation of God’s glory to be revelaed through His children, sons who have learnt how to understand and interptrete His mind to the world.

It is obvious there is a lot of confusion in our world today. Our leaders are openingly admiting that they are clueless about the different challenges that our world is experienceing. Change is a constant thing in life and with each new change comes a new set of complexities. The challenge before us in this generation is that the speed at which these changes are happening. The rate of change is so drastic and fast that keeping up with the complexities that arise is becoming an issue for our leaders. This is the reason most of them are coming out to agree that they don’t know what to do.

I believe this is our finest hour as children of God. The whole creation is subject to vanity, not by itself but by God. This presents an opportunity for His glory to be revealed. However the revelation of His glory is tied to the manifestation of His sons. Creation will only be librated into the glorious liberty of God’s children, when the sons of God begin to manifest God’s glory.

Now is the time for us to connect with God’s grace and become channels of His liberty for mankind. Now is the time to drop our strategies and look to the author of life for solutions to the different problems that have defied professional counsel.

The Drowning Fisherman

The waves hit the ship with reckless abandon. Several of the men in it began to bail water out using every container available. The sail of this little fishing boat had been let down but even with that  the boisterious winds were tossing the boat up and down.

It was obvious they were done for. A replay of the times they had spent together flashed before Simeon’s eyes. Yes they had been through rough storms but this one seemed like the last they would see in their lifetimes.

He wished the Master was here now. He may not be as experienced in fishing as they all were but  He knew how to take care of situations like these. Where was the Master when you needed Him most? But He wasn’t in the boat right now so they were done for.

Peter, from his position at the rudder, heard screams that broke him out of his reverie. Someone had seen a ghost and the fear spread around to the rest of the crew.

It was around 3 am in the morning. Fear gripped Simeon who had always prided himself as the fearless one. Whwere was the MAster? He had told them to go on ahead and meet Him on the other side of the lake. Where was He now? He had abandoned them or what else does it look like?

The voice of Jesus thundered above the crashing of the waves. ” I AM. Stop being afraid,” He said.Eventhough the storm hadn’t stilled, those words were comforting. So He didn’t abandon them. Praise Yahweh! He was bound to do something.

Peter looked at Jesus. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He wiped his face with his shirt. Yes he was seeing correctly. Jesus was walking on water. The others too had their mouths wide open. So they saw it too. Why didn’t Jesus just behave ordinarily? Why was He always doing these supernatural manifestations of His? It was too much for them all to handle.

All except Peter.

Something within him leaped up. That word sparked off confidence in him. He stopped being afraid. He hollered to the Lord, “If it is You rabbi, give me a command to come.” If His word could bring fish, after much toil as it did the other day, then it must be able to help him access the dimension Jesus was walking in.

Jesus said,  “Come”.

The other disciples watched in horror as Peter stepped out of the boat. They all looked left and right and could only pray Peter didn’t drown before they got to him.

Peter’s bold step landed on the surface of the tempestous lake. It felt like the hard gravel streets of Galilee. The others, with eyes bulging, looked on as Peter took step after step on water, getting closer to Jesus with his eyes fixed on the MAster.

Suddenly the wind whistled and a huge wave rose seemingly coming towards Peter. All his experience as a fisherman rushed up to him. “Boisterous winds drown people.” the enemy suggested to him.

Peter panicked.

He began to sink.

Peter realized he was done for. No amount of swimming skills could save him from death with lungfuls of water. He turned to his left and shouted, “Save me!”

Jesus smiled, reached out his hand and caught Peter as he began to sink (isn’t it funny he was sinking and not drowning?) “Why did you believe the waves could drown you? Was my word not all the time upholding you? If you remain steady, believing all the way, you will experience the glory of God.”

Jesus and Peter wlaked back to the boat.

All the other disciples had their hearts in their mouths. If Peter could experience what Jesus did then…

As Jesus and the daring apostle stepped into the boat, He looked at them all and said, “If you believe, greater works than this will you do. Only believe and don’t doubt. When I say a thing, not a jot of it will go without being fulfilled. Let us go to the other side.”

The fight of my life

Madulan was tiring. How long was he going to keep running from this one-eyed monster that was hot on his heels? He had tried every trick he knew to shake it off but when he had thought it was no longer there, it suddenly appeared, lunging for his throat in a definite attempt to snuff his life out.

He had just taken a sharp left turn and felt he had lost the hideous creature. His sat down, his back against a mighty oak, trying not to breathe too loudly. He was fagged out and was just trying to catch his breathe.

Suddenly he heard a noise above him. He looked up as he jumped up and noticed the silohutte of the monster against the morning sun. This time he was done for. Where could he run to? He was face to face with this hideous creature that was determined to end his life.

Both of them eyed each other as they circled anti-clockwise. Madulan knew, as the monster too, that onle one person would be left standing by the end of this ordeal. Only one would be alive. Madulan decided, there and then, that no matter the cost, one person would be him.

Madulan surveyed the monster. It had four arms, the two top ones longer that the lower limbs. It was about 6 feet 5inches tall and had a hunch-back, making it look even more monstrous. Its hands had only three fingers, more like claws, Madulan observed.

The claws would cover too easily a man’s face. Out of its mouth ccame a snaky tongue that streched from its mouth to somewhere around its knees. Madulan had seen that tongue pull a tree offits roots so he knew what that tongue was capable of. Its head was like a hybrid of a hawk and a bull, complete with 3 feet long horns, placed in the temple of the creature.

Madulan knew he was no match for this hideous creature. What did he have to defend himslef with? Nothing but his mere hands and his will to overcome. He was willing to keep fighting. At least it would be recorded that he didn’t just give up. He would have died fighting. And to think that this thing was a part of his subconsious. At least that’s what the Oracle had told him.

This creature had grown from a small, almost harmless lizard to such gigantic proportions simply because Madulan had feed it. He had constantly fed it with his addiction to his pet sin. Now this pet of his was threathening to take his life.

The creature’s tongue lashed out, kicking Madulan out of his reverie. It just barely missed him. Madulan grabbed the tongue, as it wrapped around the trunk of a tree on his left and yaked it with all his might. Rather taken aback by the human’s strength, the creature lurched forward and met Madulan’s boot, straight into its large eye.

It roared in pain.

Madulan took advantage of this, grabbed a dead branch and slammed it on the creature’s back. It shattered into a thousand splinters as the creature let out another roar of pain.

Before Madulan could do any more damage, monster lurched forward with its right claw and caught Madulan in the right thigh, giving a deep cut. He fell back and screamed. The pain was excruciating. Blood gushed and quickly he tried to stop the bleeding.

The creature now stood upright, its only eye red and watering. It advanced slowly towards Madulan, who helplessly tried to stand on his bad leg. Eventhough both of them were injured, Madulan was grossly disadvantaged.

The monster sent a blow to his head, which he ducked but he wasn’t fast enought o dodge the one the thing sent to his shoulder. Another deep wound. He was weakening, as he lost more blood with each apssing minute.

The creature leaped a good 3 feet into the air, aiming its claw at Madulan as it came down. He managed to roll out of the way in time to avoid its left claw and with his good leg, gave the thing a kick that cleared it off the ground. He managed to give two quick blows to its jaw and heard it crack.

Good. It had broken.

Madulan knew he wouldn’t last long because his strength was beginning to fail. He had lost too much blood eventhough he managed to quickly bind his wounds to stop loosing more blood. It appeared that the weaker he got the stronger the thing was getting.

As the creature eyed him on the floor where he lay, waiting to launch its final onslaught, the words of the Oracle flashed into his mind, “Not by willpower, not by human might but by My Spirit”,  and his heart brightened with hope.

Under his breathe he uttered a quick prayer,

“O Spirit of the Oracles, no man has ever won a battle against such evil without your help. Forgive my impudence and frowardness in trying to do it by my own power. I pray You, deliver me from the hands of this strong enemy. Give me back my life and freedom. Help me triumph over this wicked foe. Release Your ability and cause me to overcome.”

As soon as he finished his prayer, he saw a glitter in the sun that caught his eye. Apparently the monster too had seen it because the both turned simultaneously. It was bright shiny sword.

Quickly he jumped towards it as the monster’s tongue lashed out and caught his foot. He felt searing pain in his left foot but his hand had grabbed the hilt of the sword so he took a good swipe with the sword and cut the tongue off like a broom sweeps off cobwebs. The monster’s roar of pain filled the entire forest.

Two quick arcs and the left limbs of the creature were dancing in the grass. His next strike was for its head but the thing ducked but he got a good piece of its shoulder as compensation. The sword’s wound was deep so the thing fell to the ground moaning.

In anger, Madulan jumped up and thrust his sword through the monster’s behind as it lay helpless on the grassy floor. It erupted in a cloud of red smoke and disappeared.

Madulan fell on his back, basking in the monring sun and the freedom he had just obtained. As he lay there in the grass, he rembered the words of the Oracle,

“Anyone whose origin is divine overcomes this world and all its evil.”

The Voice

The Voice speaks.

Crashing through the insecurities, the pains, the hurts in the hearts of men. The sonic boom of the Voice shatters the structures of men, crushing the facades of covering the destinies of men, setting them free into a large and open places.

The Voice speaks.

Do you hear it?