Joy In Chaos

Joy In Chaos

I have joy in chaos and peace like never before because I've built my life on Jesus. I never said I don't go through challenges. My life is an embodiment of chaos all-encompassing, yet I've got peace that makes no sense.

Many people would question my sanity but I'm not helped by my strength so why bother about things I have no control over? I choose to focus on things I can control like how I respond to situations I'm faced with.

However, morning, afternoon and night I groan, I wish life was easier but imagine what life would have been if Christ allowed the cup to pass over him. He had absolute power to change the narrative but chose not to because He understood it was for greater glory.

A greater glory that succeeded the present hurt. A greater glory that defeated Satan and His cohort. If only Satan knew what His death would have done to humanity, I bet he would have done everything but have Christ hung on the cross.

He paid the price for my eternity and He only requested I have faith in Him — What a beautiful selfless act of gesture.

To have faith in someone or something is to see what every other person doesn't see and do what others would not do. As He has laid His life down for me on the cross, I have laid my life for His gospel.

As He rose from the grave on the third day, I've denounced my dead and sinful old, selfish life to be born again in Christ Jesus.

Not only has He died for me, but He gave me life and more abundantly. So why should I be moved by the circumstances life labours my way?

Why would I have sleepless nights when He never sleeps nor slumbers?

God watches over us.
God redeems us.
God feeds us.
He even clothes us.

As the scriptures clearly say, when there's a casting down, to us who are of Christ, there is a lifting up, so why would I not have joy in chaos and peace that makes no sense?

I have built my life on Jesus and He will never let me down. He is faithful through every season, so why would He leave us now?

The words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart are an expression of His grace.

Christianity has become a mockery to many but I stand by the gospel and will preach it till the end of the world. Many have been led astray by the injustice in our churches. Many have sold their soul to the devil because it was a far easier bargain and cheaper route compared to your standards.

But I chose the hard and only way.

I chose RIGHTEOUSNESS.

Just as you've saved me, save others. There are still many evangelists, prophets and Gideons lost in the dark. Help them find their path back to you to change the narrative.

There's light at the end of the tunnel. Don't join the wagon of fools that constantly wage war against the church and what she stands for.

They say pastors are in for the riches, should that bother you? My question, however, is, does God fulfil His part of the deal by blessing you when you bring your seed into His vineyard as He has commanded you?

If yes, why not leave everyone to God?
Why be the judge on earth when that only leads you to judgment before God?

Do I think there are so many mistakes in the church? Truthfully, I'll say Yes. However, it's not in my place to judge what's right or wrong. Rather, it's in my place to do what's right to eliminate the wrongs we harbor within our walls.

Let's preach the gospel.
Let's pray for the back-slided soldiers and trust that the Holy Spirit would reach out to every soul in the wrong and inspire them to resolve the rest of their life to live what they preach and end the mockery within the church.

We can and we will.
He expects that much from us.
He loves us.

Live in Him.
Live for Him.
Be Him.

Christ-like.

— Kolawole Solomon

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When my pen bleeds, expressions are kept close to my heart, and as it bleeds the words from deep within through my writings, I discover I have created art. I display a piece of my soul. This is my work, my blood, and it should be an object of pride, no matter how much it is criticized or praised.