Friday, December 17, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
I Saw Jesus!
Ok here goes.....He didn't simply walk towards me, He strutted with a walk that said, "I am the King of the World!" Tall, regal, upright posture with an assuredness that defies logic. Powerful and bold, yet humble and kind, He came into the room...
And stood in the far left corner. It was roundabout 3:20am. I was awoken by a hissing sound, almost like a gushing wind that engulfed the room. I woke slowly making sure I was aware of what was going on around me. The room was filled with light, a light that seemed to envelop my soul as well. I sensed the aroma of power, like a sweet scent of love ... and peace, yet power and might. I realised that there was someone else in the room besides myself. As I turned to my left, there HE was!
It was spell binding and oh so glorious! My spirit was cartwheeling and somersaulting in jubilation. I got the sense that these two knew each other. Thats when I realised that we are not our bodies, definetly not! Because my body didn't react but my spirit danced before it's owner! It was magical.......then He spoke.....
I have been asked the question by Andrew Longworth, a childhood friend from way back in Sunningdale, what colour He was. Whilst I dont want to make that a centrepiece of this discourse, I also have the responsibility to answer it. He was brown/black, almost an Ethiopian shade/Somalian tan. From the moment that my spirit sensed Him walking down an L-shape corridor of the Libertas Grande Clinic in Goodwood, it simply knew that He was coming to see me. This incident didnt happen by chance though as I had spent the previous 6 months in fervent prayer. Two hours each evening, two hours each morning, saturating myself with the written, visual and audio gospel to the point that I shut off literraly from the world and it's doings. No news, no TV, no newspapers, just the fervent application of prayer as I needed a miracle to reverse a situation I found myself in. May I at this point state that I have never been an overly religious person. Church was for Sundays, Christmas and funerals. That's how I lived. But then I met Mervyn Hennesey, and my life would never be the same again.....
And stood in the far left corner. It was roundabout 3:20am. I was awoken by a hissing sound, almost like a gushing wind that engulfed the room. I woke slowly making sure I was aware of what was going on around me. The room was filled with light, a light that seemed to envelop my soul as well. I sensed the aroma of power, like a sweet scent of love ... and peace, yet power and might. I realised that there was someone else in the room besides myself. As I turned to my left, there HE was!
It was spell binding and oh so glorious! My spirit was cartwheeling and somersaulting in jubilation. I got the sense that these two knew each other. Thats when I realised that we are not our bodies, definetly not! Because my body didn't react but my spirit danced before it's owner! It was magical.......then He spoke.....
I have been asked the question by Andrew Longworth, a childhood friend from way back in Sunningdale, what colour He was. Whilst I dont want to make that a centrepiece of this discourse, I also have the responsibility to answer it. He was brown/black, almost an Ethiopian shade/Somalian tan. From the moment that my spirit sensed Him walking down an L-shape corridor of the Libertas Grande Clinic in Goodwood, it simply knew that He was coming to see me. This incident didnt happen by chance though as I had spent the previous 6 months in fervent prayer. Two hours each evening, two hours each morning, saturating myself with the written, visual and audio gospel to the point that I shut off literraly from the world and it's doings. No news, no TV, no newspapers, just the fervent application of prayer as I needed a miracle to reverse a situation I found myself in. May I at this point state that I have never been an overly religious person. Church was for Sundays, Christmas and funerals. That's how I lived. But then I met Mervyn Hennesey, and my life would never be the same again.....
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Look what Grace is up to Now!
God's grace is somewhat not easy to comprehend nor understand from a human perspective. For whenever grace is qualified to withdraw itself, there it chooses to manifest itself in splendid fashion.
Consider a smitten, stricken and fatally injured Jesus, bleeding from the most exacting torture ever inflicted by men on any human whom ever lived. That's where grace would have been most perfectly understood had she decided to withdraw herself from the ravaging mob below. Yet in that second, grace summoned up her last words. And they were, well.......graceful.
Instead of crying "Father destroy them for they are destroying me, Grace pleaded FOR her torturers saying, "Father please forgive them, for they know not what they are doing." She looked beyond their stupendous ignorance, overlooked their monumental cruelty and imbecility, and only saw how much in need they were of.....Grace. It's astounding.
How great the level of depravity and callousness must be in man, for Him who is all powerful, to ignore the pain inflicted on His blameless Son, and instead be heavily saddened by the inhumane state humans had descended to. Yet having witnessed this first-hand, Grace once again cried out on man's behalf at the exact point when man had lost all worthiness of her.
And so it is even today that in our darkest hour of the self inflicted hurt and pain we submit ourselves to, or the willing sin we repeatedly committ by showing scant regard for our neighbour, Grace cries out, "Father forgive them, for they know not what they are doing."
What is it that we do not know that we are doing, that causes Grace to cry and lament this to God, in the face of the cruelty we exert on her? Is she crying out on our behalf because she knows the magnity of the response God can rightfully inflict on us? Or is she astounded by the level of ignorance we possess that made us kill heaven's darling?
It seems to be a combination of both. that Grace knows the mighty hand of Elohim which parted oceans, razed cities to the ground and opened up the earth to swallow ten thousand of Moses followers for doing something much less serious than crucifying Christ. Grace also knows the darkness that has enveloped our spirits and minds in this depraved world. So much so that she counts her physical pain of less importance than our depracity. The question then begs, if such a hallowed cry to heaven is heeded and a murderous and hypocritcal people are spared their well deserved annhiliation, surely a great pity or love must be felt for man. That would mean that we are millions of miles away, metaphorically speakin,g from the specie we were when grace helped shape us in God's hand. So then it must be true that sin has stripped man of all his God inspired inclinations. Even amogst believers, we are to be found lying, cheating, stealing, buying stolen goods, fornicating and being slothfull. And by doing so we crucify Heaven's darling all over again. And again, in his darkest hour, Grace calls out to heaven, "Just one more time, give them just one more chance, for they still don't know what on earth they are doing."
And once again Elohim, Him who drowned the Egyptian army, Him whose nostrils blew 2 oceans apart, Him whose little finger spanned the earth's great mountains, once again He relents from giving a stark mad people their just deserts. All because Grace cried out from her soul unto Him, saying "Forgive them, they have no clue what they are doing."
Grace.....there is nothing like her!"
Consider a smitten, stricken and fatally injured Jesus, bleeding from the most exacting torture ever inflicted by men on any human whom ever lived. That's where grace would have been most perfectly understood had she decided to withdraw herself from the ravaging mob below. Yet in that second, grace summoned up her last words. And they were, well.......graceful.
Instead of crying "Father destroy them for they are destroying me, Grace pleaded FOR her torturers saying, "Father please forgive them, for they know not what they are doing." She looked beyond their stupendous ignorance, overlooked their monumental cruelty and imbecility, and only saw how much in need they were of.....Grace. It's astounding.
How great the level of depravity and callousness must be in man, for Him who is all powerful, to ignore the pain inflicted on His blameless Son, and instead be heavily saddened by the inhumane state humans had descended to. Yet having witnessed this first-hand, Grace once again cried out on man's behalf at the exact point when man had lost all worthiness of her.
And so it is even today that in our darkest hour of the self inflicted hurt and pain we submit ourselves to, or the willing sin we repeatedly committ by showing scant regard for our neighbour, Grace cries out, "Father forgive them, for they know not what they are doing."
What is it that we do not know that we are doing, that causes Grace to cry and lament this to God, in the face of the cruelty we exert on her? Is she crying out on our behalf because she knows the magnity of the response God can rightfully inflict on us? Or is she astounded by the level of ignorance we possess that made us kill heaven's darling?
It seems to be a combination of both. that Grace knows the mighty hand of Elohim which parted oceans, razed cities to the ground and opened up the earth to swallow ten thousand of Moses followers for doing something much less serious than crucifying Christ. Grace also knows the darkness that has enveloped our spirits and minds in this depraved world. So much so that she counts her physical pain of less importance than our depracity. The question then begs, if such a hallowed cry to heaven is heeded and a murderous and hypocritcal people are spared their well deserved annhiliation, surely a great pity or love must be felt for man. That would mean that we are millions of miles away, metaphorically speakin,g from the specie we were when grace helped shape us in God's hand. So then it must be true that sin has stripped man of all his God inspired inclinations. Even amogst believers, we are to be found lying, cheating, stealing, buying stolen goods, fornicating and being slothfull. And by doing so we crucify Heaven's darling all over again. And again, in his darkest hour, Grace calls out to heaven, "Just one more time, give them just one more chance, for they still don't know what on earth they are doing."
And once again Elohim, Him who drowned the Egyptian army, Him whose nostrils blew 2 oceans apart, Him whose little finger spanned the earth's great mountains, once again He relents from giving a stark mad people their just deserts. All because Grace cried out from her soul unto Him, saying "Forgive them, they have no clue what they are doing."
Grace.....there is nothing like her!"
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
FOCUS
A great new year has dawned on us and Lord knows I am excited. I am writing new urban gospel songs that make me wish I could perform them myself. The artists I'm about to select are so blessed coz these melodies come from a place deep within. Songs like Oh Shiloh, Street Praise Party, Extraordinary Love and Let Love Reign, are blessing me daily.
Looked forward to working with one of my favourite songwriters Edward Adams but seems to have fallen through and I don't quite know why. Anyway, let God be glorified in all that I do.
The year started off a bit slow but now I'm all geared up. The operative word this year is FOCUS, LASER LIKE FOCUS!
God Bless you!
Looked forward to working with one of my favourite songwriters Edward Adams but seems to have fallen through and I don't quite know why. Anyway, let God be glorified in all that I do.
The year started off a bit slow but now I'm all geared up. The operative word this year is FOCUS, LASER LIKE FOCUS!
God Bless you!
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