Glory to the New Born King Pt2

I thought I could sing the Praises of the LORD but David could put me to a beautiful shame. There has never been a singer of a hymn or a praise leader that could hold a candle to that little shepherd boy. The first time he sung what you call the twenty-third psalm I knew then that the Redeemed would come through him. The Love of the LORD was all over that child.

If I could understand and produce hatred, I would say that word about Ahab. Read More

Glory to the New Born King

Luke 2: 7- 14
I remember that dreadful day as if it were yesterday; Adam ate of the Tree of the Knowledge of God & Evil. I cried, “No!” but he could not here me for I am just a Watcher. I have seen man at his best and at his worst. Why is he at his worst so often?

Poor young Abel, he could have never imaged his brother committing such as act to him. Eve just cried for what seemed like a tear for each day she would be without her boys; Adam looked towards the heavens and asked, Read More

Call Me Father

Today my son and I went to the park. I was pushing him on the swing and he kept telling me that he wanted to go higher. But knowing him and the swing I could only swing him to a certain height. I even told him, “No you can’t go higher and stop asking me. I know how high I can take for your size and age.” He understood me about as much as he could then he ask me the same question again. (Message)

I told him that it was time for him to go to the monkey bars and he agreed. While I was busy watching him a little dude about six or seven years old just walked up to me like he knew and said, “Hi.” Read More

Song of a Nomadic Child

Mama wakes us up early because today is the day were moving. Again. I knew it was coming soon because Pop and the tribal leaders had been stirring like always.

Instead of pictures on our walls, there were boxes. Those ugly brown boxes. They meant goodbye. I knew better then to make friends with the local children. My tribal friends have no mind state for true friendship just alliances.

Pop is packing the camels, the horses, and the mules and Mamas quietly making sure he does it right. Read More

The Promise For Tomorrow Pt3

What I didn’t know is that I was really praying. I was making my pension known to God of what I wanted.

The mean reason why I remember this event was because about two years ago I was giving my son a bath. And I as I was trying to dry him off ,in the bathroom, he got away from me and ran into his room. I picked him up and played airplane with him. I got him all dried and in his pajamas when I notice that the window blinds were open just a little bit. As I was closing them I looked out and saw a couple of high school kids walking down the street, then my mind went back to my days in Lake Ed. It has been about fifteen years since that days to this and all praises the Lord I am that square cat. I’ve got the dime wife, the shorty, and the normal life.

GOD answered my prays. The time from there to here has been a long journey not just because of the time. But because GOD has broken me and rebuilt me into a vessel worthy able to carry this load. The greatest part about this is that I don’t just have life but life more abundantly.