Father’s Love

I have fallen, Lord,
Once more.
I can’t go on, I’ll never succeed.
I am ashamed, I don’t dare look at you.
And yet I struggled, Lord, for I knew you were right near me, bending over me, watching.
But temptation blew like a hurricane,
And instead of looking at you I turned my head away,
I stepped aside
While you stood, silent and sorrowful,
Like the spurned fiancè who sees his loved one carried away bo the enemy.
When the wind died down as suddenly as it had arisen,
When the lightning ceased after proudly streaking the darkness,
All of a sudden I found myself alone, ashamed, disgusted, with my sin in my hands.
This sin that I selected the way a customer makes his purchase,
This sin that I have paid for and cannot return, for the shopkeeper is no longer there,
This tasteless sin,
This odorless sin,
This sin that sickens me,
That I have wanted but want no more,
That I have imagined, sought, played with, fondled, for a long time;
That I have finally embraced while turning coldly away from you,
My arms outstretched, my eyes and heart irresistibly drawn;
This sin that I have grasped and consumed with gluttony,
It’s mine now, but it possesses me as the spiderweb holds captive the gnat.
It is mine,
It sticks to me,
It flows in my veins,
It fills my heart.
It has slipped in everywhere, as darkness slips into the forest at dusk
And fills all the patches of light.
I can’t get rid of it.
I run from it the way one tries to lose a stray dog, but it catches up with me and bounds joyfully against my legs.
Everyone must notice it.
I’m so ashamed that I feel like crawling to avoid being seen,
I’m ashamed of being seen by my friends,
I’m ashamed of being seen by you, Lord,
For you loved me, and I forgot you.
I forgot you because I was thinking of myself
And one can’t think of several persons at once.
One must choose, and I chose.
And your voice,
And your look
And your love hurt me.
They weigh me down
They weigh me down more than my sin.
Lord, don’t look at me like that,
For I am naked,
I am dirty,
I am down,
Shattered,
With no strength left.
I dare make no more promises,
I can only lie bowed before you.
[The Father’s Response]
Come, son, look up.
Isn’t it mainly your vanity that is wounded?
If you loved me, you would grieve, but you would trust.
Do you think that there’s a limit to God’s love?
Do you think that for a moment I stopped loving you?
But you still rely on yourself, son. You must rely only on me.
Ask my pardon
And get up quickly.
You see, it’s not falling that is the worst,
But staying on the ground.
-Michel Quoist

Becoming

Life is an opportunity and an experience. These experiences can be negative or positive. We either learn from these experience to either become better us or worse than we were before that situation that is why it is an opportunity to either advance or fall.

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Lessons From Barcelona VS Paris Saint-Germain

Hello guys, quite a while. I’m real sorry it has been this long.

Even if you not a football loving individual, please read this

Something happened in the world of football yesterday and the
greatest comeback in the history of the Champions League. After the first leg 4 nil defeat away to Paris Saint-Germain in France, all left for Barcelona was to play for pride in the second leg at home.

A fortnight ago, morale was down in the Barcelona ranks as they were humbled by the French side. Their head coach was written off and called every name under the sun and among some sects of football loving fans; it triggered the decision of the head coach Luis Enrique to leave the Spanish Giants at the end of the season. During this trying times, Barca players never lost faith in their gaffer. Continue reading “Lessons From Barcelona VS Paris Saint-Germain”

Rewrite The Story

                                                                                    Favour Chidumebi Ononiwu

(Singing) Now it’s different, Yes it’s O so different now….. I was full of joy and life as I walked towards the hostel. The sister walking with me suddenly nudged me and whispered look and then I turned to see that all eyes were on me as I walked along the path. At first I became concerned but nothing could stop that joy that I felt and as they could not fathom the reason for my happiness at this point, I did not mind and continued singing.

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Forge Ahead

Sitting down taking stock about last year and what I want this year, all of sudden I felt this tug in my heart and like a whisper a voice said “why not forge ahead this year?” Ruminating on it, I said to myself, Last year I achieved things I did not dream of, I became a bit popular than I used to, I got portfolios if I was told I would get at the beginning of the year I would disbelief and even mock you for saying so. A lot of personal achievements last year not necessarily without flaws, lost some friends, privileges because of my attitude, made silly mistakes and sometimes I found myself making some plans to move yet not necessarily taking action but yet I will say I have gone far, saying that to silence my conscience.

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True Strength

It takes true strength to think of others before yourself,

to smile when your heart is burning with pain.

To walk up straight because you want to make someone’s day.

It takes true strength to have issues but still lend listening ear,

To feel shattered but still cheer someone on,

To feed others light from your already fainting candle,

To do all this with a smile.

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The Agony of the Crucifier

I don’t know what to call this. Maybe a poem or a write-up. But please read and share. God bless.

I went home to sleep that Friday night

So tired and weak from what had transpired

My wife and children welcomed me with open hands
And laid the table before me.
Waiting by the table to hear how it ended with the so called Son of God.
Just as I sat at dinner, it came back all over again
The cry and the chant of the crowd, crucify! crucify!!
I could hear my voice, it was louder than all other
Away with him! Crucify him!! He does not deserve to live!!!
How come my voice?? I am very sure I was just an onlooker
“I was not part of them” I said, startling my family.

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