GUANTANAMOFO WO KROM

GUANTANAMOFO WO KROM

This is my worst title choice ever, I know. I just couldn't help it.

Anyway, so the boys are around. JM said they would be coming, and true true, ampa ni ampara, anokwale anokwale ɔmo aba.

But the way Ghanaians are talking chaw (with good reason tho), I wouldn't feel fine staying here if I was one of them. I don't like to be where I'm not welcome.

Now, Mr. or Ms. Christian, you probably know, the government of Heaven has brought someone to live with you. He's called the Holy Spirit... And if you don't feel Him in any way, there's a chance you are making Him feel unwelcome.

When your speech is offensive to Him, and your life pretty much screams leave me alone, and "get out of my country", congratulations, you've made the Lord of Heaven feel like a Guantanamo detainee in Ghana. He won't leave cos He promised to stay. But as for His work in your life? Well, I'd hate to be you.

Wise up, live like you are accommodating Heaven's ambassador, cos you are.
✌KayO

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Maybe you've noticed, I haven't written in a while.
Even now I'm wondering what to write, so I decided to call up the big guns... My Notes The stuff I think are worth remembering, cos great men thought they were worth sharing.

Here's the first of many to come:
YOU SHALL KNOW THEM BY THEIR FRUIT... NOT THEIR FLOWERS.
This floored me. I was shocked. How often do we chase the miracles, the big names and big titles. When I heard the title Major Prophet the first time I laughed. I'm not saying their bad people, I'm just wondering who I have to kill to become one (please don't take that literally, lol).

Back to the matter (no Shata Wale): Jesus said good trees bear food fruit and bad trees, bad fruit. So sit down, think about who you follow, and assess. Paul said, follow me as I follow Christ.

Who do you follow... Who do they follow?
As for me, I'll follow Jesus.
Oh yeah, and follow our instagram page at:

http://i.instagram.com/think_cyi/

I was talking about following, wasn't I? ��
✌����KayO

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CRIME SCENE - EMOTIONS

CRIME SCENE - EMOTIONS

If your home has ever been burgled or robbed then you should know that feeling where everyone comes around and starts to give their opinions on how you could have kept the thief out. There's only one problem: It's too late... your stuff is long gone.

All you are left with is the anger,  that sick feeling and the questions: Why didn't I lock the door? What if I got home earlier? How come I didn't hide my money?

Now let's expand this on the canvas of eternity, with this backdrop:
You don't have a spare life... You are not Mario.

Jesus said in John 10:10  The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come so that they may have life, and may have it abundantly.

One day you'll die, or Jesus will return, whichever comes first. Then we'll know those who were victims of the thief and those who outsmarted him by taking the only other option, Christ. Don't wait to find yourself asking what-ifs...
What if I listened to the preacher?
What if I took KayO's message seriously? Blah blah... Too late.

2 things are involved. Heaven or hell. But Jesus still saves. Choose wisely... Surrender. ��

✌KayO

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2016, HAPPY NEW YEAR

When in was younger they told me life is like drawing without an eraser, which is not too bad an analogy. But today I wondered, what if life is actually like a computer's hard disk?

You see, in IT it is known that nothing is ever really deleted. Ever. The information you think you've deleted just sits there waiting to be overwritten. Anyone with enough expertise can retrieve it.

So you gave your life to Christ, you reformatted the disk, but the devil keeps digging old stuff up, and you remain in a world of guilt. Guilt over deleted stuff from where God sits.

Here's my message:
It's a new year, new opportunities, new beginnings. Reformat your disk. Remain in Christ. If it's deleted, fogerrit. ��

I'll borrow D. L. Moody's words:
Give your life to Christ, He can do more with it than you can.

Happy New Year fam. ��☺
2016, here we come.
✌KayO

Drink Ups, Snares and Fiery Storms...

WHEN JESUS DRANK OUR CUP

Psalm 11: 6   Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their CUP.

Ever hear of the time Jesus went for the drink up? Yeah, I said it... and no I'm not talking about the wedding with the water-wine or the last supper: I'm talking about the garden of Gethsemane. If you'd scroll up and read Psalm 11:6 again, I'd like to show you something.

Any cup that can contain a single snare is huge! Fire and brimstone, that's another level. But a whole tempest? Man, that's just badness. My point, that's a scarily huge cup.

Of course it shows us how scarily huge God is, but eyes on the cup for a while. You see, this cup was meant for us: the wicked.

It did not contain sobolo or soakings, it had snares and storms - hard on the throat. Yet Jesus said, "O my Father, if this cup may not pass away from me, except I drink it, thy will be done." He took the huge cup, tipped His head back and gulped it down, brimstone and all. Then He wiped His mouth with His sleeve, sweated out the agony in blood and went out to die for us.

The long point is: He drank fire and brimstone for us so we wouldn't have to. Not even a little. We don't get what we deserve. ☺

New words for a new season.
✌KayO
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STORY TIME

It's story time ☺
*clears throat*

One day Jesus went to a Pharisee's house. He went to eat... gɔbɛ ��...

Somehow she knew He'd be there. She'd stalked Him pretty well, quite well an ashawo... Anas would be proud ��.

She rushed in before she had time to change her mind, and poured it on His feet: one year's salary worth of perfume (no man's feet ever smelt better) and then the kissing started. Oh how she kissed those feet. Those unwashed feet, which had been through Jerusalem's dusty cattle-dropping-riddled roads.

She cried and cried on those feet and wiped them with her Brazilian hair (if she had money for that kind of perfume, she had money for Brazillian hair ��) The same hair she'd used to attract all those horny men for a fee.

The pharisee was disgusted, but Jesus, He smiled and, well, lemme quote:
Luke 7: 47  Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little. 48  And he said unto her, Thy sins are forgiven.

Here's an interesting thought I got from Pastor Rod:
If the perfume cost a year's wages and she got paid for sex, then she poured one year of prostitution at His feet. Dirty money if you ask me, but the posture of her heart was Jesus' interest.

Where have you been, what have you done? He's willing to forgive much. Are you willing to love much?
✌KayO

SENSITIVITY

SENSITIVITY

I always wondered what exactly it meant to be "sensitive" to the Holy Spirit.
What if those familiar 'goosebumps of His presence' didn't show up? What if when I close my eyes I don't see anything?

I used to think: maybe He's not here after all. Then I met Jacob in the Bible at Bethel, and he said this:
Gen 28:
 16  And Jacob awaked out of his sleep, and he said, Surely the LORD is in this place; AND I KNEW IT NOT. 17  And he was afraid, and said, How dreadful is this place! this is none other but the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.

A troubled Jacob on the run from his angry, murderous brother did not know when he had arrived in God's presence... Not until he rested and allowed God to show him a vision higher than himself and his problems. (Mind you, to be hunted by a hunter is a pretty big deal... Just not to God)

Now this is not an invitation to sleep in His presence ��, it's a Word of encouragement. When you come before Him, do not magnify your troubles: He's solved worse.
Rest in Him.
Let Him show you the higher vision.
That is how to BE SENSITIVE... Then get up, and set up a pillar (Gen 28:18), do whatever it takes so you do not forget your encounter.

Jacob walked over 14 years on the strength of that vision. Don't give up now.
✌KayO