Conversation started today Min Joseph Ijakpa 14:42 Min Joseph Ijakpa Min Joseph Ijakpa THE BIG PICTURE OF MY PAST, ITS HURT AND THE GAIN OF SERVING JESUS. My yesterday is a story written with ink full of tears, whose hold is an embodiment of sorrow and wilderness experience; using the book of lamentation to print the hard copy, always feeling rejected, dejected, deserted and almost being ejected out of the planet. It was a force who’s bearing from the latitude is battered, shattered and ruptured; running through the same equator. It was like a vehicle abandoned by the owners where children and his foes makes an inscription “please wash me” it can further be describe and liken to an uncompleted building whose owner visited mother earth after spending his gratuity in the hospital and leaving his seed in the shelter of hawking for survival and his beloved wife in the state of begging to feed. It is liken to a broken bottle that is useless in the hands of the maker. It was like marred clay in the hands of the potter after several attempts to put it into another vessel but could not produce the desirable vessel. It was like an empty can that is both useless to the producer and the scavengers. My yesterday is not a good shelter to reside, is not a museum to tour due to it loquacity nature. It is not a good story to tell a man whose faith is still melding. Should I continue writing about it? No! Let me summarize it like Jabez did in I Chronicle 4:9-10. In this state, they was a quest for power and hunger to wipe off the ugly record and burn the book of lamentation, but all effort proved abortive not until Jesus saddle me in His glorious horse through the Narrow way winds where the banner of heaven flooded my sky and fan my mockers cold. It was like a hallow ballow drums of victory for warriors who are on their way back to the abode with their mouth fill with songs. And he took me to Bethesda for a wash, there he uses the hyssop of His blood and soaked my heart including the garment of reproach I was wearing and washed me after which, He oiled my life with a heavenly moisture that lubricate my souls. Wao!!! Jesus picked me from the state of homelessness and planted me in a royal palace whose street is made of crystal, a house painted with gold and roofed with diamond, an orchard of silver are planted everywhere, the bricks were made of precious stones with mixture of frankincense and He dug a well whose fountain is myrrh that never run dry.; With these, I can’t remember my past. Now I’m shining no wonder people dey ask me say na waiting dey make me shine? I just dey tell them say na Jesus dey make me shine. In all of these, Glory to the almighty God. I’m now born again working toward the crown of glory awaiting me.
Posted on: Wed, 09 Oct 2013 14:31:15 +0000
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