this pastor has guts

August 30, 2008 at 5:02 pm (Uncategorized)

THIS PASTOR HAS GUTS!!


Thought you might enjoy this interesting Prayer given in
Kansas at the opening session of their Senate. It seems Prayer still upsets some people. When Minister Joe Wright was asked to open the new session of the Kansas Senate, everyone was expecting the usual generalities, but this is what they heard;

“Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your
forgiveness and to
seek your direction and guidance. We know Your word says,
‘Woe to those who
call evil good,’ but that is exactly what we have done.
We have lost our
spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values.
We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery.
We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.
We have killed our unborn and called it choice.
We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable.
We have neglected to discipline our children and called it
building self-esteem.
We have abused   power and called it politics.
We have coveted our neighbour’s possessions and called it
ambition.
We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and
called it freedom of expression.
We have ridiculed the time-honoured values of our
forefathers and called it
enlightenment. Search us, Oh God, and know our hearts
today; cleanse us from
every sin and set us free.
Amen!”

The response was immediate. A number of legislators walked
out during the prayer in protest. In 6 short weeks, Central Christian
Church, where Rev. Wright is pastor, logged more than 5000 phone calls with only 47 of those calls responding negatively. The church is now receiving international requests for copies of this prayer from India, Africa and Korea. Commentator Paul Harvey aired this prayer on his radio program, “This Rest of the Story,” and received a larger response to this program than any other he has ever aired. With the Lord’s help! May this prayer sweep over our nation and whole heartedly become our desire so that we again can be called “one
nation Under God.”

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a best friend

August 30, 2008 at 4:38 pm (Uncategorized)

You never know what a best friend is until you have one.

And when you have one, there is nothing you will not endure just to keep it that way

In the end, what would matter is not the pain of the keeping

But the fact that the kept is still kept

Keep it with all the keeping you can

A part of your world and my world

An Angel!

cjay-now

30 August 2008

Why would you put your best friend in public view?

You are letting out too much

What if they stop being your best friend

Would the world not laugh at you. Well, you put your best friend before you

Because there is nothing to hide

Because the place belongs to only one

Because anyone can laugh all they want, can’t be louder than it got

Because you care about other things, not just what the world says

the world was not built on comments

It was built on belief

Believe in this one.

If you do not believe in anything enough to brave the odds

You haven’t started living.

A best friend. Be free to declare.

An Angel. Can be nothing short!

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writing from then to now, for them

August 30, 2008 at 1:05 pm (Uncategorized)

I am J. Chuma Okoye. Do not forget the J, it’s one third of my whole name. All my life, I have wanted to leave things for posterity. It would be an aweful waste if all the things we have learned, and worse still, all the thoughts we have thought, went down the road to silence with us. So I write these things so much for you as for myself. There is no bigger tragedy than that a man should find himself incapable of sharing in the wisdom of the ages before him; participating in the wisdom of his time; and making the way for the wisdom of the future to find a firm foundation. This is my song, this is my life!

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Poetry – Madman from my volume Before Twilight

August 29, 2008 at 6:22 pm (Uncategorized)

MADMAN

A madman

Needing no introduction

The garbs of my trade betray me

Needing no more mad-song

For I dance a mad-dance

My madness is severe

Babbling words that hurt

Words they’d rather not hear

Nor would let another hear

They are the sanemen

Killing my song

Hoarding my insane babbling

I am called madnames

They call it psychosis

Schizophrenic, frenetic,

Disillusioned, miscreant,

Non-conformist and very lost

Still they keep an eye on me

Monitoring my madness

Killing my freedom

My freedom to be mad

True I am maniac depressive

I have volcanic madness

A threat to civilized society

My madness blows up the scales

But they won’t look away for a moment

They trail all my mad trails

Walking my mad paths with me

Listening to the same mad song

‘Give my people enough to eat

And good water to eat it

Give them a hope in a home

Give them a life, a future’

The same old mad chant.

Am I alone in this madness?

There are that think my mad way

But ssshhhh! Keep it quiet.

A private madness beats this.

Lest they call you my type of mad

The road of this madness is hard

But if you must speak

I have spare mad-garbs to serve you

Then your true madness begins

That severs you from civilized society

Made mad by the sane leaders they choose.

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Hello world!

August 15, 2008 at 2:57 pm (Uncategorized)

Welcome to WordPress.com. This is your first post. Edit or delete it and start blogging!

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