Work is a sacred grant.
We were crafted to heed our Creator's bidding.
Joy is its wage.
Just Signed In / Vocare: Latin/archaic Given Work
Branch
The only way for me to acquire solid strength is when I relinquish my reins for Christ to hold.
The Vine holds my feebleness and covers it with staggering competence.
I can do nothing apart from my Redeemer.
Critique
I am prone to think that I know exactly what I am doing.
Until some foul foible hits home.
Just like a good game, the ocular insight of an outside look must be considered well.
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Rope
The landscape of human existence demonstrates a dark backdrop. In Psalm 90, Moses sighs about the universal groan we deeply share about life in this broken world. In the same breath, he admonishes us to be wise by cultivating the jewel of discernment.
I know of one sojourner who knows this irony with riveted conviction. As such, she is currently being enabled by her Redeemer to pull others out of their holes by throwing a rope while tying one end at the foot of the Cross. She then jumps down to join the weary traveler towards scaling the heights.
Thank you my daughter for using your brokenness to show me the gems amidst my mud enabling me to make the climb.
Nika Diwa-Ihedigbo / whole-in-one
Rise
All this present darkness lose their weight when confronted with Christ's resplendent light in our souls. There is no malignant sorrow poised to stand against pure joy infused upon the faithful follower of God. We sail through each storm with glad passage.
Oh to be a child of the Redeemer King ... alas! Bliss beyond compare!
Deflate
Our heads are too big to fit proper goals.
There is only one way out of ego.
Release the air and resize accordingly.
Bridge
The treasure of days gone by is gleaned from the vantage point of a pause.
God has been lavishing us with unrecognized gifts.
It is both necessary and astounding to rediscover the veracity of amazing grace.
Wonderful
Handcrafted by God.
This is how He shapes my being.
I was a monster but now a prince.
The beauty of Christ has overpowered the beast in me.
New Day.
One Last Cry
At the garden of Gethsemane, our Redeemer wept furiously against our propensity to ignore his plea for reconciliation.
We have become ministers of forgiveness.
His shed blood both on his knees while praying and on his body while hanging breaks every psychological rig we stomp against His mercies.
Grace is an ocean, we can never drown on it for we were taught to swim by resting 365 days and 24 hours recycling until He comes.
Maranatha.
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Home
I am most cradled by joy when I take seriously the wonder of marriage. The enduring tenderness and unbridled intimacy speaks of the succulence of God's mercy towards my prodigal soul.
When?
The great exchange from confusion to clarity begins from self to Christ.
It is impossible to comprehend human existence apart from its Maker.
The invitation to set our course on His watch is now.
Pull
The movement from childhood to maturity requires more than a glance towards the unchartered future.
We are called to enter in with vigorous faith in submission to God who pulls us into His mercies.
It is only through the painful walk of wonder do we find true escape from our wandering.
Emeka & Nika / Faith Pull
Wilderness
The astounding gravitas of Christ's gift of freedom grants me a most comical yet serious recognition of sin's undeniable prickliness. It is with deep joy that I am now enabled to run away from its insidious thorns.
Pointless
To live life without Christ is to feign existence.
I know how it feels to not live.
I was cradled by self-imposed paralysis ...
until I went into the sanctuary of God.
Absolute
The claim of Christmas is beyond ambiguity.
Fallen humanity is without hope other than Christ.
Today establishes the veracity of this historical lumen.
Blessed Christmas to All
Unmasked
The rogue in our delusional hearts flee
from the intentional pursuit
of the Messiah's love.
Bookends
His earthly life was bracketed by a cave and a cross.
His eternal existence causes all such parenthesis to advance His glorious will.
I am safe forever.
Digital Sketch: David Talaguit
Dissonance
The story of Christmas follows a dissonant thread.
Untimely edict from Augustus Caesar forcing Mary and Joseph to travel 90 miles to Bethlehem on her final trimester.
No available room for child delivery for the One who created every space in our universe.
Born in an animal feeding trough, pungent hay included.
Yet, the divine script followed careful fiat.
The prophet Micah declared the little town of Bethlehem as the preordained birthplace.
The life of the Redeemer will reflect the unavailability of heart response.
The angels gave the shepherds a unique sign to locate the new-born Messiah: in a manger.
Dissonance is not the final word.
Resonance inks our redemption.
Sketch: David Talaguit
Etched
Spiritual graffiti feeds our preoccupation.
An unexamined existence marks much waste.
Go to the fount and secure your hold.
Sola Scriptura.
Wings
My grandfather bought me my first wingtips.
My father unclipped me to soar.
My daughters fly from this divine largesse.
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