cornerstone

Since the nigerian sunday, i've been bumping more and more into the folks at SIB {hehe i mistakenly typed SIN just now}, yeah, its been positive la, the last time was dinner at dr tnay's house {i hope i got the spelling right}.

Well this time, i was invited by mr michael to their cornerstone fellowship, its kind of geared towards the young adults, their was a need to cater for these people who are too old for the youth fellowship and too young for the men's fellowship so cornerstone was formed. If you ask me its a good idea la. Its good to have a time of fellowship and strengthen one another.

Well the main reason why i went, i guess why mr michael invited me was to watch a missions movie, he guessed i'll be interested, i didnt mind but it didnt play on any of the laptops in the house. The thing with some dvds, thats why i dont buy them. There's no guarranttee they would play and i feel reluctant sending them back. So what did we do instead, well we introduced ourselves, got acquainted and sang some rather old songs, i love old songs :)

Then sarah {the host} got a cd, well actually a vcd called drunk before dawn, its an SIB production and it was rather nice, close to professional imo. It was about the lunbawa {is the right? i'm good with these traditional spellings} people and how missionaries brought christianity to their community, whats more it was a musical.

We couldnt stay long though, and it was late anyway, some of us had to work some more so we left after having some cake and milo along with other snacks { i dont like calling it junk food, i feel like i'm eating well junk}. The nice was nice, no not the milo but the other drink, dunno what it is but it was nice. yeah.

I like the spirit behind the cornerstone fellowship, something i see almost everywhere i go is young people being co-ordinated to be all they can be in christ touching the lives of people within their region of influence. I see young people coming together to pray and seek God's face, coincidence? Never, something is happening, question is, what is my role in it? What is your role? Lets get into God.

~shalom~

my destiny

I saw this and it was really powerful so i thought i would post it here, the song is korean.



~shalom~

redeemer

This song is my current favorite, i can play it over and over and over and over... again.

My Jesus is better
Than anything in this world
He loves me, I love Him
So I give Him everything

He gave His life for me

My Saviour
Is living in me
Redeemer
JESUS He set me free

who0o0a, who0o0a

He's living in my heart
He gave me a brand new start
I asked Him, He came in
And washed away all my sin

He gave His life for me
He died to set me free

If You can use anything
Won't You use me
Take me and break me and
Mould me and make me
You died for me
So I'm living for You
I'm living for You
I'm living for You

There's so much energy in this song, and in some ways its like a prayer; if you can use anything Lord, you can use me.

~shalom~

the vision

I found this on my friend's blog and i was really blessed by it, i believe something big is going to happen soon and we need to prepare for it, God is moving, this is no time to sleep. I say this especially to myself, i've been slacking.

THE VISION - by Peter Greig

The vision is Jesus - obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.

The vision is an army of young people. You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism. They laugh at 9-5 little prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday and crust on Tuesday. They wouldn't even notice.

They are mobile like the wind; they belong to the nations. 

They need no passport. 

People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence. 

They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and the dirty and the dying.

What is the Vision? 

The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. 

It makes children laugh and adults angry. 

It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. 

It scorns the good and strains for the best.

It is dangerously pure. Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation. 

It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.

This is an army that will lay its life for the cause. A million times a day its soldiers choose to lose that they might one day win the great "Well Done, faithful sons and daughters." Such heroes are as radical

on Monday mornings as Sunday night. 

They don't need frames from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again, "Come on!"

And the army is disciplined. Young people who beat their bodies into submission. 

Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms. 

The tattoo on their back boasts, "For me to live is Christ and to die is gain."

Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. 

Winners. Martyrs.

Who can stop them? Can hormones hold them back? Can failure succeed?

Can fear scare them or death kill them? 

And the generation PRAYS like a dying man with groans beyond talking, with warrior cries, sulfurous tears and with great barrow loads of laughter! Whatever it takes, they will give.

Breaking the rules. Shaking the mediocrity from its cozy little hide. 

Laying down their rights and their precious little wrings, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. 

The advertisers cannot mould them. 

Hollywood cannot hold them. 

Peer pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries. 

They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive inside. 

On the outside? They hardly care. 

They wear clothes like a costume to communicate and celebrate but never to hide. 

Would they surrender their image or popularity? 

They would lay down their very lives - swap seats with the man on death row - guilty as hell. 

An electric chair for a throne. 

With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days, They pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.

Their DNA chooses Jesus. 

He breathes out, they breathe in. 

Their subconscious sings. 

They've had a blood transfusion with Jesus. 

Their words make demons scream in shopping centers. Don't you hear them coming? Herald the weirdos! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here comes the frightened and forgotten with the fire in their eyes. 

They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension.

Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden. And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon. How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God. 

My tomorrow is his today. My distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking "Amen!" from countless angels, from heroes of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner. Guaranteed.

Onward!

merdeka Nigeria

God is good yeah? I would like to share about what He did for me. Thursday i found out i cannot find my calculator, looked everywhere but no, then i thought maybe i didnt bring it to school, got home and its not there also. Wah, tension, i didnt want to buy a new one, i dont like to think i'm careless, so i was sad going to school the next day. But i prayed and said God i cant lose my calculator, i need it, its special, it even has solar panels. I was really sad la. So i got to school and told all my friends to keep a clean eye out in case they come across it, maybe someone took it and i was not careless after all. I guess within me i believed strongly i would find it.

Got to the library, went downstairs talked to my friend for a while {small talk} and told him also about my missing calculator only to turn around to find the uncle behind me calling my attention, he reach into his table and handed me my calculator, i was like wow, thank you so much. I knew it was mine because i used correction fluid on it, and painted it pink at the back with my highlighter :p

I know it sounds a bit childish but for me its answered prayers, meets when i pray He listens and answers, means He is still there. Nice to experience that.

1st October 1960, Nigeria gained her independence from the British. 1st october 2006 SIB kuching invited the Nigerians to their church to share their culture and faith so in true Nigerian hospitality we stormed the church and gave our best to God, it was really nice to see all the work and effort pay off. It was really a Nigerian sunday and i didnt miss home for a while.

Called my mum and she said there was nothing special happening back home, just alot of prayers for the nation. There was a tragic incident where alot of top military officials died in a plane crash while en route to a meeting. So there's a heavy spirit in the nation.

After the service at SIB we took lots of photos together, and went to bethany. Worship was great as usual. Bethany is special. Pastor shared from Acts 9 {saul's conversion}. I need to look closely at it again, somethings were new this time. After church we went for a mega lunch, hmm yummy red pork :) It was really nice.

~shalom~