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Blessed Are the Dead

I have always flirted with singing. I say flirted because I didn’t push to develop my voice. I did it for fun. For years I was told that I could not sing. Yet I continued singing to myself every day. One day I mimicked Placido Domingo’s Perhaps Love. It was well received and there began my flirtation with choral music…

Hold Fast Your Faith

On February 3, 2015 at 11:30 AM, I had just driven out of a conference, with my sister, when the Holy Spirit gave me the above scriptural verse. We were engaged in a conversation about her presentation, so I didn’t ask any questions of the Holy Spirit…

God of Controversy

“I am not averse to controversy. I use these situations to prove that I am God. And to shake the tradition of man.”

This was the beginning of a conversation with me. That I was not prepared to have with the Great I AM. I dreaded the implications for my current walk. You see my journey, as a Prophet as not been the usual. God has taken me through situations and circumstances that have caused many to doubt my relationship with Him. This assignment was proving to be no different.

This was a bright and sunny day in October 2015. I was walking for a few miles to Jamaica Avenue, New York. I could have taken the bus but used the opportunity to get some exercise…

New Year New Life

The moment above captures myself and a colleague singing at my former workplace’s staff retreat. We were performing Redemption Song by Bob Marley:
Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the ‘and of the Almighty.

God of Originals

“Hi I am John but my Hebrew name is Yochanan. Just like the Apostle John or John the Baptist. ” His face beamed with pride at the association.

I told him my name (only the first). He quickly gave me the Hebrew version and the meaning. I smiled in acknowledgement and thanked him. I loved his fervour. It was infectious. We were decades apart in age and maybe in dimness of view.

I sensed a deep love for the people of God. The light in his eyes told me that he loved the lessons gleaned from their lives. I felt a bit of sadness inside though. I felt lead to ask him: ” What has Yahweh said about you? What is your purpose, your destiny? What makes you unique?”

In the Waiting Room

She sat silently watching everyone around her. Time had blurred. The round face of the clock on the wall before her smiled back at her. Its ticking sound was lost in her reverie. Her focus was on everything that was happening.

There was constant movement in the waiting room. Human traffic was high. There was constant movement. Some walked on crutches. Others used wheelchairs. Those with vision impairment were being assisted to move. Some were carried on gurneys.

Weeping is For A Moment

Today a friend will be burying her mother. This is the second funeral I have not been able to attend in less than a month. My grandmother used to quip that ‘death comes in threes’. I do hope that there will not be another one soon.

These deaths have caused me to reflect very deeply on my experience during the time of my grandmother’s burial.

I Purchase Rotten Food

“Mike! Time to wake up! We are about to leave. Are you coming?” The gentle voices of my travelling companions, pierced through my blissful sleep.

“Hhhhhhmmmmmm, ” I groaned silently to myself. I vaguely became aware of my surroundings. The statements slowly ignited my memory.

“Yes. Give me a few minutes. I think I need to collect my senses.” I forced a smile on my face.

Getting up was a struggle. I had been awake for most of the night. It was not the first night. My mind reeled from the effects of it. My body was numb. Sleep clung to me like wet clothing. Slowly I began to feel exhilarated by the prospects of the upcoming treasure hunt.