Anyone who knows me, ought to know by now how much I love my kid sis, Obehi. She is pretty, smart and she writes beautifully. Have decided that since I have a blog and sometimes cant seem to make out time to write, henceforth I am going to be featuring her on my blog. She is Only sixteen, so mind your language if you have to criticise. I have asked her to send me some of her works, but for now, I am going to put a piece she read at the youthday program in Church, well... a part of it.
Thousands of years ago, God's word became flesh, God amongst men. Over the years He has inspired the making of documentaries, fuelled researches, Light in dark times, Jesus Christ Our Saviour.
His power, His miracles, His words, far more effective than anything man has created or ever will. It is greater than missiles, grenades, guns, and other weapons of war.
His true love, man, is incapable of giving .He is the founder of Christianity, true religion possessing details from which others build up theirs. Protagonist of the New Testament, Redeemer, Friend, and king.
The beauty of His Kingdom we are incapable of imagining , languages unable to describe. who is Jesus to me? That is a question we hardly or never ask ourselves. Like ants, we are much too engrossed in one activity or the other. Except-to ants, He is a feather on their cap, strength to their back. To us,a deviation bearing consequences.
So many do not appreciate nor find pleasing articles of Christianity. There are some, who have become outcasts of chat groups,lovers of the sayin-speech is silver,silence is gold.Introspective observers,helplesly possesed with critical spirits.Creative souls,with philosophical minds,clutching theirs pens, saying few words, yet thinking a great many
Now, if this isn’t the time to preach, and listen...there never will.