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Jealousies hatred

Jealousies hatred is worst of all
Close akin to hatred's pride.
Never a man forsook his own
So shallowly, when his own
Did take his wife, in secret bed
And dare confess, by length and pen.
The man did rise with no eyes to blink
For death now marked the one once his kin.

K.Oni

I knew a sad boy: His faith has gone astray

I knew a sad boy who a huge debt had to pay. Those he owe, their eyes could not look, for deep inside was shame within. That how such waves enveloped him, no reason could give and now on thin ice must tread till all is paid. But how, but how, the poor boy thought, schemes after schemes but none prevail. A job but all evaded him that now he thinks in sorrowful tone. Who this boy can help God knows. No friend in sight can make him their own, and when family apart, torn by length no where could look, save the thought of going away, to a place where prisoners are kept, or that to which no living could dwell. And worst of all, he feels depressed for all his faith has gone astray.

K.Oni

Do me no good

Do me no good
When good, none I have for you.
For in doing me good, when justice deserved,
It shall be like 
Burning coals on my head. 

K.Oni

War is boredom

War is horrific. It is bloody and in Wilfred Owen's words it leaves people 'bent double, like old beggars.. coughing like hags.' War is not only horrific but much of it consists in boredom. Owen describes the boredom of war in the trenches in his poem 'Exposure' as a soldier who in between vigilance doesn't have much to do. 'We watch them wandering up and down the wind's nonchalance, but nothing happens.'
Much of war consists in waiting; either waiting for the enemy to attack or waiting for instructions for your next attack. In between is the cold self reflection of one's own presence here in the war. Owen writes:
Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire.
Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles.
Northward incessantly, the flickering gunnery rumbles,
Far off, like a dull rumour of some other war.
What are we doing here?

What are we doing here Owen asks. What is the point of this war. The war alluded to is the first world war. It was …

An awakened backslider

But here is another poor soul, more bowed down than any which have considered. It is an awakened backslider. This man verily thought that he was a true Christian, and under that impression applied for admittance into the church, and was received, and for a season seemed to run well; but by the snares and baits of the world, and the deceitfulness of the riches, and insidious lusts of the flesh, and the pride of life, was by the degrees seduced from the paths of piety. After a while the profession of religion was laid aside as an inconvenient thing; since which time, until lately, he has been sinking deeper and deeper into the spirit of the world which lies in wickedness. But recently, by a sore visitation of affliction, his conscience has been awakened to a consideration of his woeful state, and he inquires with most earnest solicitude whether there is any ground of hope for such a backslider, who has sinned much more egregiously since he made a profession of religion than he ever did…

One foot in the grave

The very old man has already one foot in the grave. It is his wisdom to know this. But the young are often under the disposition that they live forever. This is their folly. The grave takes the young as well as the old. There, you shall find no discrimination. All are welcome alike. Whether ye be old or young, barren or full of fruit, rich or poor, melancholic or happy, the grave has no eyes to see to make any sort of distinction. All must be swallowed up by him.

Death is a certainty unless by a great amount of fortune one is alive when the Lord Jesus Christ returns; otherwise everything living shall taste death, either very on in the morning or very late at night. Therefore I plead with you to consider the end of your souls. Where shall ye end up. In hell or in heaven. But some are atheist, and even more are very good friends of apathy, in-fact they are one and the same. They have no such thinking about the end of their souls in their heart. They eat and are merry and suddenly when i…

Let me feel your existence

I want to know God. To feel his goodness and warmth over me.
I want to know the surety of his existence. For him to grant me a faith that stands in the storm.
I want to know God. But it is hard to know him if I cling on to my sins.
Both things are diametrically opposed.
Therefore I am tormented in my soul.
The world seems so pleasing and heaven is where I want to lay my head.
Both cannot be my portion.
Oh God, let me feel your existence as to banish all doubts within me.

K.Oni

Sin sickens the life within

Sin sickens the life within Vomiting Spirit forced to drink Lust's wine
Through regenerated mind. 

We should consider it shameful if we are born again that we use our body for immorality. That we who are sealed with the Holy Spirit should subject him to such torture. It is indeed a filthy thing for a man to be locked up with dung; it is infinitely much more abominable that we should subject the Spirit inside of us with our sins. O indeed there is grace and the Spirit does forgive and bring joy to our hearts even though we have caused him to be sad. Yet let us have a mind of purity about us and live our christian lives with such seriousness as to consider all unholy things as a terrible thing. If not for your sake then be mindful of the Spirit inside you.
K.Oni

It is nonsense to talk about man being at home in the world

My dear friend, is it not nonsense to talk about man being at home in the world? For on this blue dot, his life is but misery. Only one thing is certain for him and that his death. Yes surely he may dance late into the night and entertain himself with gold and clowns, but his end is still the same. He shall die. Let us not be as fools that stoop low to kiss the ground, and let us not be as fools who continue to jump in hope to reach beyond the sky. We are fixed on the floor of this dome and like our very first memories we shall be nothing at all. On this side of paradise there is little comfort at all, and on the other side of paradise there shall no comfort be. So what then is a man's existence? To what end should we live our lives? If suicide be no option, for in most men there is a will to live, what then to make of our lives! My hands are up in the air my friend. Let each man live according to his deluded conscience. Let him live as he pleases but let him know, that consequenc…

The world is moving

The world is moving around me; I wanted to show something about it so I picked up my camera and took a picture of the prettiest thing. It was of my beloved. I put a frame of love around her as to show that to me, yea to me she was the most precious thing around me, especially among all the moving things in this world. Pick up a camera and take a picture of the loveliest thing to you. 
K.Oni

Memories

Memory memory detached from me come once again that I may live as me, for present innocence I be and can walk as any man I please. He seems, the cheerful kind And her, charisma fills the eye. Excuse me, please your memories give that I may be as giddy as thee. Memories do make us all and when lost, 
new creatures we must all turn.

K.Oni

A Bibliology Grounded in Christology

The center of all theology, of the entirety of the Christian faith, is Christ himself. The Christ-event—in particular his death and resurrection—is the center of time: everything before it leads up to it; everything after it is shaped by it. If Christ were not God in the flesh, he would not have been raised from the dead. And if he were not raised from the dead, none of us would have any hope. My theology grows out from Christ, is based on Christ, and focuses on Christ. Years ago, I would have na├»vely believed that all Christians could give their hearty amens to the previous paragraph. This is no longer the case; perhaps it never was. There are many whose starting point and foundation for Christian theology is bibliology. They begin with the assumption that the Bible is the inspired, inerrant Word of God. I can understand that. Starting one’s doctrinal statement with the Bible gives one assurances that the primary source of theology, the scriptures, is both true and trustworthy. I do…

Painting or photography

Image
The Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci has been praised vociferously as the best known work of art in the world. Leonardo painted his masterpiece between 1503 and 1506. Three hundred years later, when Paul Delaroche, the painter saw the first camera image, he said, from today, painting is dead.

Delaroche said what he said because he believed that the purpose of painting is representation, namely that paintings should represent reality. One can understand why Delaroche said what he said because after-all a picture from a camera without editing shows reality more than any artist ever could.

But is the purpose of painting mere representation? Absolutely not; as the purpose of photography is not just representation. Both mediums since its conception have tried to shape the real world according to the intentions of the artist and the consumer.

Therefore painting is not dead but still very much alive today as painters have spread their wings to reach new landscapes of presentation. Teenagers ar…

I feel dead

I feel the distance like walking on a long road to Australia from Bristol. I feel the hopelessness like the poor monkey that tried to capture the moon. I feel the silence like the hurricane crashing into a house made of straws. I feel dead
like the breath of every man installed in a grave.
K.Oni

If I should be on top of that mountain

I fear that if I should be on top of that mountain and the devil should tempt me to jump off, knowing that it is written that the angel of God will catch me. Although I know very well the lies of his words, yet I may fall of anyway; for such is the vanity of life at present that death seems like a luxurious beach. A better place than this desert.  

K.Oni

A will to pass you by

For days, I did endure a will to pass you by in my daily thoughts. My mind stayed true and ears unheard your enchanting tone. But when my eyes, a pitiful lad - saw you so far but clear It no longer could remain its pact. It lingered and desired quick, 
Persuading the heart to break its fast,  And beat so fast for such a wondrous thing. 
K.Oni

I know their sufferings

Exodus 3:7  Then the LORD said, "I have surely seen the affliction of my people who are in Egypt and have heard their cry because of their taskmasters. I know their sufferings... 
Whilst the Israelites where wasting away under the heavy blows the Egyptians dealt to them daily through the yoke of slavery, there was one in heaven who knew their sufferings. I suppose that God kept his eyes on them daily, that at last the heaviness did not sink his people into the sea of extinction. Through providence God did not allow his people to perish. But there came a day when the tears were too much. All of heaven lamented at such cruelty and God heard the cry of his people, because for long they had beat their chest looking beyond the Egyptian grey sky for help and for deliverance from slavery.
It is perhaps true that those whose backs have become red with stripes believed that their cries were now smoke rising in vain hope to reach the sun. They lamented their portion and sigh at the far-ne…