I Flew to My Death

I Booked a Ticket to Death

I was up in the skies, as high up as any human could ever get without your destination being space. I was sure this was it for me. All the frantic movements and shouts were a dull whisper in my ears while my body hit temporal snooze.

I heard my body shake all of a sudden and then it all came clamoring to life my organs. My eyes knew to blink faster, my ears seemed to twitch with every noise filtering in and my teeth clattered like someone on the road to hell. Shivers went down my spine at intervals like they usually did when malaria had hit me hard.

36 years on this earth and this was to be my end? Death on a plane with strangers I didn’t know? With shouts of “Egbami” “ Eje Jesu!” as my soundtrack? This must be a cosmic joke. PS Yoruba people can shout sha.

I thought of my mum. I wonder how she would take the news of my demise. Would she cry? Wail? Or just hate me for making this trip when she clearly asked me not to?

I thought of my fiancée, how long before she moved on to her next maga. That girl was a HOE! Now I’m not so sure why I turned a blind eye to all her faults. Had I become that person I swore never to be? Had I become my most dreaded nightmare? My father?

I had become a man blinded by his ambition to never return to the grasps of poverty that the rest of my life had been snatched from me.

Would the office compensate my mother well for my loss? Would the airline compensate her too? Would the money I left to her be enough to care for her as she aged?

I had questions, who would answer them? Would I be a skulking ghost that hovered the earth in hopes of reconnecting with the only woman that loved me with her all?

In all this I had only one solace, at least I was dying in first class.

A hand reached out and grabbed mine tight. “First class or coach, all men are equal after all.”

Had I spoken my thoughts out loud? I must have, she had a pretty smile. Too bad the plane was about to end that smile.

I closed my eyes to stop all my thinking as I accepted my fate, to die a death that was never meant for me. Then she started to sing. I can imagine just how Jacob felt when he saw the angels coming up and down the ladder, an angel had come to take me home, but this was no angel. This was the woman beside me. She sang “Pass me not oh gentle saviour” and I felt the tremors run down my spine. Surely. There was a God.

I felt the strength in her voice and I was fuelled, I got up from my seat and walked to the shaken hostess who was trying her best to have everyone seated and remaining calm. I asked her to give me the loudspeaker I saw her use before, she did and I walked on shaky legs back to my seat.

Gave this device to Noelle, that was her name, Noelle. As she began to sing I saw how the place transformed as though a spirit was moving round, hushing people up, the people began to seat on their seats, the calm came in stages and before long, people joined in.

Then procedures began to take effect, we all sang as the hostesses got almost everyone strapped to a parachute. We were hovering somewhere over Mexico and the plane had lowered significantly so the jump wasn’t so terrifying, even if I don’t know that people would have minded pulling an extreme sport just to remain alive.

“It is well” was her next song and for the next 50 minutes every passenger on the plane was evacuated, except Noelle and myself who opted to go last as the peace needed to remain for every passenger.

Finally only both of us were left as passengers, I asked that she go first but she just looked at me, faced the exit, held my hand as if to jump together and pushed me first. I shouted with everything in me not for fear but because I had met a woman, fallen in love and probably lost her in the space of an hour.

I didn’t stop shouting till I heard the explosion. I was hitting the ground now and safety people were there to help me but I knew, I knew I lost a part of myself in that explosion.

The story goes that she did jump out just after me but didn’t jump far enough from the plane so she got caught in the explosion.

But you see, all that was not information I was willing to understand, I knew only to understand the pain that came with knowing I had lost the love of my life.

And her music saved me.

 

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‘Two Thousand and Serving Things’

 This Feature was written by Mrs Adetola Shomoye, who enrolled for an online writing course I facilitated. Enjoy, it seems like the rightest way to start the new year.
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  • The much awaited New Year is finally here. I tag it: Two Thousand and Serving Things 2017.
    The preceding Year 2016 was a year I dubbed Two Thousand and Seize Things. Truth be told, I did not want Year 2016 to come to an end. I must say, I truly enjoyed the year. I seized and owned a lot of things: my joy, time spent with family, serving in church (just to mention a few things). I then came to the realization that old wine is truly more preferred for no man straightway opts for new wine. Then again, new wine is full of possibilities: time for maturation which heralds a process full of adventure and new beginnings.
    It was on this note that I welcomed the New Year with outstretched arms.
    My expectations for this New Year are two-fold: ‘Family and Career’. I usually say to
    myself, ‘my family is my career and my job is my hobby’. So in a strict sense I look forward to a family focused New Year.
    I desire to see a progression in family bonding hinging on very deep spiritual principles like giving, compassion and honesty/integrity. This step I hope would create a moral pathway, as my children blossom, that becomes a family root unshaken by external forces and influences.
    Secondly, I hope for a fulfilling New Year cushioned with a promotion at my current job. I know it will be a busy year with the line-up of activities at the company I work for, but I am hopeful that all projects will be executed timely and within budget.
    I believe my expectations are achievable, my family is at the center of my attention and my job is fun. I pledge my dedication to my family and my service to my company.
    #Servingwiththerightheartandpurejoy.

Jesus-The-High-Priest

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I always wondered what was so significant about the woman with the issue of blood till I read Leviticus 15; 25-30, where God describes in detail to his servants how to atone for uncleanness after bodily discharge and in a woman’s case, after her menstruation.

 If a woman has a discharge of blood for many days, but not at the time of her monthly period, or has a discharge that continues beyond the time of her period, she is unclean the same as during the time of her period. Every bed on which she lies during the time of the discharge and everything on which she sits becomes unclean the same as in her monthly period. Anyone who touches these things becomes unclean and must wash his clothes and bathe in water; he remains unclean until evening.

“When she is cleansed from her discharge, she is to count off seven days; then she is clean. On the eighth day she is to take two doves or two pigeons and bring them to the priest at the entrance to the Tent of Meeting. The priest will offer one for an Absolution-Offering and the other for a Whole-Burnt-Offering. The priest will make atonement for her in the presence of God because of the discharge that made her unclean.

Now after reading this, imagine what this woman had been through for 12 years, probably isolated from her family, and then the doctors were not exactly helping matters, all this is minus that natural irritation we women feel once we feel the discharge of blood.

Now when she touched the hem of the garment what happened? She placed her uncleanliness on Jesus in exchange for his “cleanliness” therefore Jesus noticed the power that left him because he at that moment acted the role of the high priest and savior.

How is this possible, Jesus told the woman in mark 5: 34

 Jesus said to her, “Daughter, you took a risk of faith, and now you’re healed and whole. Live well, live blessed! Be healed of your plague.”

By telling her she was healed he took the blame for the Pidgeon or dove she would have had to sacrifice on the 8th day of her cleansing, freeing her, and thereby taking care of the absolution offering.

He then said whole, which literally takes away the need for the whole burnt offering she would have had to give.

Jesus coming took away the need for the animal sacrifices and doing what he did for that woman was his own form of a sneak peek into the finale that was to come at the cross.

 

Imagine the grace we are enjoying?

 

 

Outpouring Of My Heart

 

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If you have to think then you haven’t experienced it.

Nobody needs to educate you if you know.

For you to know, you need first to acknowledge.

And for that to happen you need understanding.

Isn’t that what we all crave?

Understanding, wisdom and knowledge.

But I won’t drift too far, it’s pretty simple.

I can testify of Gods goodness and grace over my life.

Nobody educated me for me to know I woke up in the morning.

I first acknowledged that I don’t own my own life,

So I understood that he that gives life, gave me the privilege of breath.

It’s pretty simple really.

I don’t have to think too far because with every passing moment,

With every passing breath of my life, I can feel God’s goodness,

I am bold to say that I am a beneficiary of an amazing love,

A love so incredible, it literally keeps on giving regardless.

Regardless of my pitiful selfishness, my myopic stupidity

Nor my remarkably extensive record of wrong.

I feel the need to take a deep breath, the more I talk, the clearer it becomes

Like I am still not fully acquitted with this love I speak of, like I have not yet reached

The level of its extremity.

I can only wonder what’s in store if I’m only scratching the surface for now, don’t you?

Great God

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I’m thinking God is great

I’m feeling God is great,

I’m knowing God is great

Surely God is great.

 

There must be other things to talk about you say

Other than the greatness of God

Other songs to sing about you say again

 

The angels in heaven have sang the same song

In generations past and more to come.

Surely Gods greatness is big enough to span a lifetime.

 

Simply thinking on it make me smile

Just 1 thought generates a multitude of emotions

I’m thinking God is great,

I can see that God is great.

The Big Deal

 

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Its funny how lightly we take so many things as humans, an example

When you lose your sight, you are blind (that’s a big deal)

However we think it’s simply normal to open our eyes?

When you lose your hearing, you are deaf (that’s a big deal

However we think it’s simply normal to hear everything spoken to and around us?

When you ,lose your legs, you are lame (that’s a big deal)

However we think it’s simply normal to just get up and walk?

When you lose the function of your spinal cord, you are paralyzed (that’s a big deal)

However we think it’s simply normal to sit and stand straight?

Lastly, when you lose your breath, you are dead (that’s a big deal)

However we think it’s simply normal to take in breaths as we please?

 

I want to think by this point you get my drift, don’t overlook anything because things just happen to “work”

Give all glory to God, he deserves it.

 

The Right Way

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As I picked up my laptop, I already knew what exactly I was gunning for, I was going to watch (again for the umpteenth time) the very last episode of Rookie Blue (S06E11)

Now the thing is not about what I’m watching but how many times I’ve watched it simply because it moves me, I once more get immersed into the characters, their tragedies, their joys, losses, laughter and tears, I’m flooded again with emotions as I watch my favourite characters exchange their vows, I start to remember their back story, how they got here and it is so well acted that I find myself laughing at their “intentional mistakes”. Every time I watch it again, I feel all these feelings afresh and I love it.

Which made me think, is this the same way I get when reading my bible? Do I fully allow myself to get carried away by the characters, the dialogue, the several themes that come to play, the lows, the highs, the mistakes and the lies, the good, the excellent the joyful and much more?  Do I let the knowledge of the parts I have read sink in me so much so that I can give a full account whenever I am called? Have I allowed myself to enjoy God’s word so much so that I don’t want to set it down from me, have I allowed myself to engage with God the way I engage with the movies, do I give my apt attention as I do an hour long series of 10 episodes per season for 6 seasons?

I could go on and on but I think my point is already on its way to being made, how much energy do we focus on the things that should matter and how much energy do we focus on the things that don’t? Almost seems to me like we have misplaced priorities, which is why we are texting when we are meant to be studying the word or even “instagraming” while a preacher is speaking the mind of God.

Nobody is perfect and we all fall short of the Glory of God, however it is one thing to fall short and get back up, and another to fall short and stay short of this Glory.

Isn’t it time we started doing things right way?

 

 

Flat Line Theory

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CAN YOU FEEL IT?

I think I do, I feel it too greatly, I might just be overwhelmed.

It’s easy to ask the question, does God love me? Does he know I exist?

You might have heard the famous phrase, I think God has forgotten me.

Don’t you know that you need not look so far?

You simply need to touch the left side of your chest.

Feel the strength of your own heartbeat.

Let’s show you more then, touch the base of your wrist.

Feel the solidity of your own pulse?

How can someone who is keeping you alive forget you?

God never forgets, not his creation, what’s more?

We are his own image.

So looking at us, is basically looking in the mirror for him.

Has someone been spreading lies to you about your God?

God said, I will never leave you nor forsake you.

Isn’t that enough to turn your frown upside down?

Has someone been telling you God won’t talk to you?

God said, He will call upon me and I will answer him.

Who is telling you that God is out of signs for you?

God said, call upon me and I will show you great and mighty things which thou knowest not.

Did someone tell you God is all out of the miracle business?

Don’t you know your life alone is more than a miracle?

We are in Christ , a royal priesthood, holy and sanctified to God.

How can I measure God’s love for me? I use a flat line, I haven’t got there yet.

The Principal thing

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Proverbs 3 vs 7 & 8

Do not be wise in your own eyes, fear the lord and shun evil. This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones.

 

Proverbs 3 vs 19 & 20

By wisdom the lord laid the earth’s foundations, by understanding he set the heavens in place;

By his knowledge the deeps were divided and the clouds let drop the dew.

 

Proverbs 4 vs 5

Get wisdom, get understanding, do not forget my words or swerve from them.

 

Proverbs 4 vs 6

Do not forsake wisdom and she will protect you; love her and she will watch over you.

 

Proverbs 4 vs 7

Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding.

 

Proverbs 4 vs 8

Exalt her, and she shall promote thee: she shall bring thee to honour, when thou dost embrace her.

 

Proverbs 4 vs 11

I guide you in the way of wisdom and lead you along straight path.

Dear Christian

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Dear Christian aren’t you sick and tired?

Have you looked around you lately?

Dear Christian do you see what’s going wrong?

Everything looks the same and seems to be going down the drain.

 

Dear Christian don’t you own a Tv?

Have you watched the news lately?

Dear Christiaan have you picked up a newspaper?

Everything seems gloomy with doom.

 

Dear Christian weren’t you instructed to be the light?

Where is your light right now?

Dear Christian where is that shine?

Because the sun in you has taken the shoo.

 

Dear Christian, be the sun around you.