2020: The Great Unknown

I muse over unnumbered pages of my many thoughts, as the year set the last stage to recede and seal its chronicles, I pondered through the foliate of incalculable odds, the billows of the storm that rose, the trail of tears that dripped, the scars of the heart that was broken, the thrills of laughter that brightens the countenance, the leap of joy and the gift of love that was received as well as the great unknown set in the book of the coming age that has been written by the Author of life. I quietly ask what the new time and season shall hold for the world of the mortals...And within my spirit came the following words that chose the path of my hovering heart contrary to the forethought I could have penned down.

And the whispers in my spirit said,“It shall be to the heirs of promise according to the promises of Him who sits upon the circle of the earth. But the globe shall fall over a perpetual slopes into the effect of every prophesies spoken by the Spirit of truth.

It shall be that men shall seek the path of wisdom by the words of the Prophet and the scrolls of the scribes, trailing the sage and the age alike, but wisdom shall be hidden in the book of Him who is soon to come.

It shall be a Dawn for all that wait and a doom for men who ran against the precept of the King. The flowers shall blossom, the barren tree shall be fruitful and unpruned cedars shall fall to the foot of the pottery they fractured by the vile arms of greed. And it shall be that Hades will advance an army against the princes of Jeshurun, and the remnants of the seed of the woman. But the troubled ship will not sink, for the praying men shall arise and awake the Sailor that lay asleep, Him shall the wind obey. Men shall come to the coast of wondrous sights, signs and enigma of the unknown shall be brought to the knowledge of men but not to their understanding. Light and Darkness shall wage a battle no eyes had seen in ages past.

But the Lord of Sabaoth shall trampled his foes...

It shall be the beginning of the end, perhaps the end of the end. In the year that is to come.
Untold events and tidings shall arise with stern and fearful visage and trepidations upon their wings but only tremble before the King who is able to destroy both the body and the soul. For the great Babylon shall fall and the few remnants shall be gathered.

These were the words that broke my slumber as it kept my eyes awake through the mid of the night, whether I have wield the pen of a poet or a prophet, I do not know, the night was way too dark for me to see, but clear enough for me to hear that these things shall be according to the witness of the watchers.

 Omotayo Oni

Weekly Digest Vol. 8 By Omotayo Oni

Tyranny of Sin

“He that committeth sin is of the devil; for the devil sinneth from the beginning. For this purpose the Son of God was manifested, that he might destroy the works of the devil”. 1John 3:8

Sin is a slave master, a wicked tyrant, it never let his prey off its hook, it uses up its victim and gives them over to death. Sin robs man of both his earthly and eternal portions, it drains out virtues from the souls of men and melts out the conscience of its victim. It drags the princes in the mud and gives the nobles to shame. Sin destroys the soul of man and sets him in enmity against God.

Sin often set forth pleasures and advantages, it carefully configures itself to suit your lust, and whatever service sin placed on the table of your heart, it is a bait with a deadly hook; a poison to both the sanity and sanctity of the soul. Sin subtly appeals to the desires of the human nature to pull men from their heights of grace by transgression to divine will and ordinances. “Stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant. But he knoweth not that the dead are there; and that her guests are in the depths of hell”. Proverbs 9:17-18.

Sin advertises its pleasures without showing you first its price tag. It takes you farther than you are willing to go, hang around your neck consequences you cannot resolve.

The adamic life is by default a natural enemy of God, a rebel against righteousness. Nothing of the fallen nature of man can please God. God had no pleasure in anything it does. The effect of the foundational sin of Adam brought upon the race of men a colossal damage and terminal curses. 

We are by nature a sinner as Adam traded the generations of men to Sin and Satan for the necters of the forbidden fruit. Christ showed up as our sacrificial Lamb to satisfy the wrath of God, to please God’s justice system that cannot be given to compromise and to salvage the scepter of dominion over mankind from Satan.  “...For this purpose the Son of God was manifested, that he might destroy the works of the devil”. 1John 3:8

The victory over sin is won! Christ paid for the redemption of man “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ”. 1Corinthians 15:55-57.

However, a slave set at liberty can remain in the slave cage if he is ignorant of his salvation, or locked up to a psychological satisfaction of his natural state as well as unwillingness to explore new life.

The deed was done, God did for us what we cannot do for ourselves, “…that whosoever believes in him should not perish, but have everlasting life” john 3:16. There is therefore, an open invitation by the saviour saying “come unto me and I will give you rest”. On the contrary, Sin does not want you to go, except the mighty hand of grace compels, but you must answer the call of grace to turn to God for your salvation. Sin will stop at nothing to guard safely its captives and consistently beckon to the free. “Know ye not, that to whom ye yield yourselves servants to obey, his servants ye are to whom ye obey; whether of sin unto death or of obedience unto righteousness?” Rom 6:16 whoever you obey therefore bear rule over your life. You have a choice, to be a son/daughter in God’s royal family or a slave to Sin, Satan and Death.

The fleeting pleasures of sin are served with plate of ignorance, you must learn to think over the consequence of every of your actions. Jesus is the only antidote to Sin, the closer you come to Jesus the farther you are to sin. Jesus has paid a gruesome price to liberate us from the tyranny of Sin. Therefore “Whosoever is born of God doth not commit sin; for his seed remaineth in him: and he cannot sin, because he is born of God”. 1John 3:9

You cannot be in a room and be outside the same room concurrently, you cannot be in Christ and be outside him at the same time. “This I say then, Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfill the lust of the flesh”. Galatians 5:16

What is required of you is to continually follow after God, Root out the seed of evil before it grows up to your ruin, guard your heart diligently from sinful thoughts before it captivates your heart, submit every moment of your life to the Lordship of the Holy Spirit and Sin shall not have dominion over you.

Omotayo Oni

Weekly Digest. Vol.7 by Omotayo Oni

Raise us O Lord!

I woke up on a Sunday morning, not wanting to leave my bed, unmotivated and wearied. Seems my heart had already preempted what the Sunday routine will look like, “oh not again!” do I have any fair choice to myself, the alternatives around the neighborhood are some bunch of soulish church of clueless and excited faith-based worshipers, that gives nothing but the gospel of lawless grace, of course, I can get myself entertained and motivated and return home with my hungry soul or perhaps I should just turn on the TV and get the same bumper value to elate and excite my emotions at the expense of my fainting soul. “Would any church host the Lordship of my Jesus today?” my thirsty soul queried.

Obviously, something is wrong with us all! Our stereotyped schedule of services wouldn’t give way to the Holy Spirit. Where will Jesus find expression this Sunday morning? (There I would go). But my generation is contented with the affairs of life without God, they safely trust builders who had rejected the Corner Stone, We are excited with fallible foundations and gratifies every little compromise that frustrate the scheme of redemption; giving way to little foxes that devour the vine. Why has the wound of the Church failed to heal, Where really is the balm in Gilead?

Raise us a generation of men that seek you O God of Jacob! In a time when the Mantle's of our fathers had become mere fabrics and our Cathedrals a monument. The wailing of the saints and the cravings of my souls is to behold again the beauty of Zion, the Vista of your glory and the grandeur of your Holiness. I long to come through the aisle of celestial sensation amid your luminous angels to the wonders of your presence and the finery of your majesty to taste of heavenly enthrallments and the glamour of things to come.

What is left to our generation is the shadow of the things that use to be, the ruins of the temple that once host the glorious presence of the Shekinah; Chunks and fragments of Stones not left upon the other.

The beauty of Israel (Church) is slain on her high places, the excellences of Jacob is given to reproach. The shield of the mighty is fallen and the bearers rooted as though they were never planted. The treasures of Zion are looted, golden vessels traded for vessels of brass. Fathers failed to rise and the sons found satisfaction in a system that keeps building up against the God of the universe.

Give us revival O Lord! We are tired of the routine, the baton of the Gospel is handed to us by weak runners. Many fathers of faith have forsaken the precepts, sadly, many of the suppose sons are clueless of the wherewithal to seek the Lord.

Too many noise and distractions have left an empty echo, our churches have turned a graveyard where the slain of promising light lies extinct. The Lamp-stand had been traded away for coins of gold, Urim and Thummim shortchanged for false divinations, sacred commissions had become but an administrative routine.

Altars are bored with ashes of past flames; testimonies of yesteryears. There is no sustainable fire on the altar but strange ones Kindled by strange children. Gatekeepers charged to secure the fold of God has slept upon their call, only to usher in the forces of darkness by their slumbering spirit.

Who will go for us and bridge the gap, who will make up the hedges and present the counsel of God to the tables of men? Who shall approach to the hill of the Lord, who shall come before the everlasting burnings; to the Company of the Seraphs that surrounds the aura of His Holiness?

Many who cried out “God send me” are naive and gullible, seeking earthly wisdom to carry the weight of the mystery of the Cross and earthly pleasures to mitigate the offenses of the Cross. They left the Holy Spirit to seek mentorship with the old prophets to become prey to strange teachings and false guidance that will feed them to Satan; the devouring beast. Raise us O Lord, Watchmen for our generation! Save us from the distractions of our souls.

We thirst, Lord, we thirst! Raise us men that will break into the camp of the Philistines to bring us waters from the well of Bethlehem.

Omotayo Oni