Ever wondered why Christ Agreed to suffer and die for you?

Ever wondered why it is that Christ agreed to come unto the earth live as man do do thirty three years and in the end allow himself to be subjected to the most unfortunate and unforgiving inhumane treatment and death ever imagined and carried out?

As is shown the Gospel, the reason for such a death was his Father's and his own personal love not just for mankind but for you who is now reading.
In Romans we are told for God so loved the world that he gave up his only begotten son to die for it.
The obvious reason the bible gives is love. In deed it is the prime reason but does it stop there.
No. The other more interesting reason for this is justice.
It is written that sin entered the world through one man and through sin we man reap death.  Romans 3:23 sums it all up in that it reminds each and every Christian that the mercy he got from Christ's death in his stead is actually undeserved. It was carried out because we who are born of Adam are by default sinful. But God being just chose that we be not wiped off the face of the earth but be first offered a fair chance and time for us to have a short  at his love and the eternal life he set for us in the beginning. More over the Devil had also sinned in that he converted Gods right to rule. So we are not the only players here.
The book of Job shows this clearly. Consider the reason behind Job's suffering. The angel Lucifer or Sameza disputes that Job is faithful for no other reason but because he knows that God protects the just against pain.
God let Lucifer try his luck to prove this and in the end Job's love for God is vindicated and the devil is proven wrong. Man can love God more his own comfort.
By leaving the comfort of heaven and living among man in perfection, Christ proved to the Devil Lucifer that Adam the perfect man could have lived perfectly had he chose to do so. In other words God's Justice towards Adam is just and indeed fair.
It also proves in our eyes that we can do it too.

In short: Christ death is more than a buy back. It shows you a way in which if u so wish you can live.
Praise Jehovah.

A prayer for new beginings

Dear Jehovah It is a very bitter sweet gift, this gift you gave us Jehovah. Do not get me wrong (I trust you not), I love living but I happen to do find it more of a burden than a gift. It is too demanding, at times it gets so overwhelming that I at times rather wish myself more or less rather peacefully dead than alive. I was left rather troubled when the gift that was my father died. It was not that he died that troubled me but rather, the things that led to his passing.

Pray

Did he die because he was pushed into dying or was it because he no longer had the tenacity, the will to live? If he died out the need to die, was it I who led him to that ending and if so, will you Jehovah, ever forgive me for my hand in his passing? It doesn’t take much to push me well over the edge…that I am now quite very clearly sure of. For one thing I find myself quite rather more at ease with being concerned with him more than he is of other people. My father’s death, this seemingly never ending grieving process, the financial hardships and consequences resulting from it has stripped me naked; forcing me to look at my naked self right in the eye, guts and nakedness included and perceive or rather begin to perceive who I really am. I refuse to see myself as would a failure but I do see that I have not achieved anything kind of note worthy. I feel the greatness thumbing within but that is where it ends: nothing more. It takes a lot of work to show your greatness…I might have the strength but I do not have the will. I had plenty of it but it seems I have finally run out of it. It seems you are forcing me into first finding out who I am without my father first before venturing into re-aligning my life. I can go on moaning about my friends’ success but it seems it will not help. Nor will grieving about my father so much. It seems I ought to go back into learning more about you Jehovah, learn why we as humans and I as a person on my own right get to suffer so much. It seems it is not enough coming to you in praise and prayer, for my own sake I must learn how to love you not for the sake of my family or even myself but rather for my own sake; for me to want to live and to live again. I must re-align my purpose and then be able to live! I may not know where this prayer will lead but I do believe Jehovah, that you will never leave me…Your Son promised: “I will always be with you, even unto the end of the world.

From a son of Cush to the sons of Japhet who have forgotten their crime and today think we South African Animals

A picture of Hector Pieterson. Short by Apartheid police during the Soweto Uprising

In the days of the Old new age

People: sons of Noah of Adam

Found themselves a thoughtful greedy

But lazy people of power

For muscle and profit

They saw it fit, wise and righteous

To separate, look down and mark us

The sons of Cush son of Ham, son of Adam;

They took Canaan, our brother’s curse

Married it with our father’s gift

Our mark, our blessing our pride

The sons of Gog and Magog stiffened their necks away

From the truth, the light and the sun

And in front of God, angels man and devil

Took away our pride, our knowledge

Our history our, dignity and our humanity.

Our children no longer know who they are

Man’s science reminds them

Man’s mind decides against what is.

They the sons of Adam our father

Made us forget that we are sons of the first kings and queens of all living man.
We were leached, our minds put away and our muscles enslaved to the will of our brothers the Japhites.
They took us, our best to work in their lands,
In their houses we dangled our nakedness
Whipped to tartars our backs were
Drilled to phi-dogs our minds were...
A dead people we were.
Our land Africa taken
Our inheritance stolen

We are the old people,

The sons of Cush

Builders of the first Kingdoms among man,

Molders of the first and greatest of Empires;

We built Babel,

We built both Meroe and Egypt

Egypt the land of Ham is full of us

For it is our fatherland

Ethiopia is full of us

For it is our prince,

 The main House

The House of Cush;

A refuge to the sons of Abraham son, of Shem son of Noah, the last of Adam;

In this house lies Hail Selassie; last of the house of Judah

But all these has been made nothing,

Our memory of it is snatched away and given to those of white skin

The Pynx stands a dump nose less witness of our times

And Nubia the source of all men’s gods or gold but One,

Remains silenced;
The source of all knowledge learned from both God and Daemons bloated out,

Our history no longer ours.

And our knowledge, glory mark and pride

A mockery to us.

We are a people left loveless

A people whose essence, humanity the image of God is no longer known.

Animals we are

They made it.

Yet today they are brave enough to stand up, point at us and

Laugh their shameless hearts out as if they have had no hand

In this monster’s creation;

Behavior modification well applied rarely fails.

We have had only 250 years to reclaim 7000 years of who we are
And because of only two tumbles
They today stand and mock us the sons of Cush.
A house punished for no curse of their own but whose sin is to the eye of man being Black; our gift, our mark, our pride.