An Extravagant Mercy

If You, Lord, should mark iniquities, O Lord, who will stand? (Psalm 30:3)

I am glad I was born in this dispensation, the dispensation of extravagant mercy, mercy born out of the potency of The Blood.
Blood so red but yet washes as white as snow.
Blood so liquid and yet provides a solid wall of protection.
Blood so old yet fresh enough to cover yet-to-be-committed sins.
Blood shed out of love for the unlovable.
Blood, though without a mouth, speaks better things than any other blood.

By The Blood, a prostitute made God’s hall of fame.
By The Blood, a murderer was accepted in the brethren.
By The Blood, a thief made the finish line to God’s right hand.
By The Blood, an idolater was accepted in the royal priesthood.
By The Blood, the rebellion became an apostle.
By The Blood, the least- likely- to- succeed became a joint hire with Jesus.

For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23)

But for The Blood, all of us are unworthy of God’s glory.

If God destroyed a city because of their sexual sin
If God destroyed a couple because their financial integrity was questionable
If God drowned the whole earth because of wickedness

Then, but for the blood, with the raw wickedness going on right here on earth, we would all have been swallowed up.

I don’t know about you but, it is a huge relief to know that God doesn’t look at me through naked eyes but through The Blood-stained glasses. Whenever He sees me through those glasses, His heart melts in mercy. This mercy is so extravagant that no matter the depth, height, width or diameter of your sin, if you are truly repentant, God treats you just as if you have never sinned.

God wants us to come the way we are but He doesn’t expect us to remain that way. It is not by power nor by might but by God’s grace. The Blood is valid only if you are in Christ.

Don’t invalidate or loose your password…The Blood.

Mum, This One Goes to You

Once upon a time, I lived in a world where there was a true mother. Even at a time when she wasn’t a born-again Christian, she had genuine fear of God backed with sound values and sound sense of judgment. A mother who was not interested in being my buddy but went the whole nine yards to be my mother. A mother who didn't negotiate foolishness with me and who compelled me to tow the right path.

When her response was “because I’m your mother” or “because I said so” then, so it was. A mother who gave me so much wise counsel some of which I’m just beginning to understand. A mother who sometimes had to go "without" so I can have some extras. A mother who was so protective she lost the tip of her finger on my account.

She was detailed enough to know when I brought back stuff that she didn’t buy for me and firm enough to make me return them. She cared enough to know who my friends were and never minced words about the ones she didn’t approve of.

In a world where materialism is the norm, she taught me at a very tender age that material things are not worth selling my soul for. She taught me that it is not about how much I have but how responsible I could be with little.

A mother who taught me that charity doesn’t end at home so I learnt early to take in “stray cats”, provide help and encouragement. She taught me that real womanhood is a lot of inner strength and inner beauty mixed with compassion and humility.

Now, how do I fully describe a mother who meant the world to me? The first heartbeats I heard were hers. My first hug was from her. The first smile I knew was hers.

For the past one year, I wake up each morning, promising myself that I’ll be strong but the finality of your exit is unbearable. I was not there to watch your coronation but I know the angels were there to cheer you on.

I normally tell people that there are two people who love me more than I love myself…God and you. Thank you for the mother you were.

Out of billions of children on the face of the earth, I have the rare privilege of being among the four who had the legal right to call you mother. I love you the world and I miss you beyond expression, catch the kiss!

My pen can’t flow any longer but my tears are still flowing…