It was a beautiful morning… a stark contrast to the heaviness in my soul. Grandpa, Ravi Zacharias’ memorial service was going to be held that afternoon and the body pain from the previous night’s CPR was yet to wear off. And then a single message just brightened the morning. I was asked to review this beautiful piece. And as I read, I was all the more convinced that this was birthed in a place of encounter. Beautifully crafted but has all the speaking of a heart that has experienced the excellent glory! I always say an encounter is better than an argument!
She beautifully starts off with the struggles of the human heart. It is in us to find meaning. The heart was made by the creator and for the creator. That desire, no matter how well many disguise it, is in everyone. I have read in some places where people have planned not to procreate because they find it meaningless to do so. They deem it wickedness even. Deep down they want the answers of origin, destiny, purpose and meaning to be answered. And these are valid questions. They are the wrestlings of the heart and this is beautifully communicated.
The relentlessness of a loving God is also portrayed In here. There are nudges many feel to pursue truth. The decision to embrace the love of God is the ultimate decision when you meet the Truth for truth is a person. All humans want justice, believe in forgiveness, want to be loved and need mercy. The only place where all these converge is in the cross! There is no other place in all of history where Justice, love, mercy and forgiveness converge.
The highest aspirations of man is found in the face of Jesus… for the light of the knowledge of the glory of God is found in the face of our Lord Jesus. Those words were beautifully crafted by Aps. Paul for a reason…. the highest aspiration of the Jew was light..of the Greek was Knowledge and that of the Romans was Glory… so Paul says the highest aspiration of what used to be three categories of people is found in the face of Jesus.
As you read this it is reminder of what the power of the gospel can do…in changing the human heart and to cure its malady. No washing, no ritual, no incantation can illicit the same response
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I wish my dear sister a great welcome to a family and to trudge this journey with us with Christ as our prize. Afia, what you’re saved for is greater than what you were saved from. Keep writing and God bless you!
For years I kept asking myself,
Was Heaven true or just a myth?
For years I kept hitting my head,
Demanding answers to set my mind at bay.
Looking into the skies,
Hoping to see a light, but nothing.
Looking at the stars,
Hoping to see The Alpha, but the universe looked straight into my shattered eyes.
Frustrated and disillusioned my soul shall be.
Falling into deceit of my own lies.
Letting go of the only hope left,
To make it out.
Following the crowd but a hand kept gripping me.
Laying on my bed and fear stricken.
Woke up, washed my face,
Looking into the mirror all I saw was
Eyes filled with deceit,
Heart stained with lies.
Heaven isn’t real, it’s just a fiction.
You only live once, what a diction.
Falling into sin,
Diving into fears,
Forgetting there’s a book up there with my name on it.
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