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THE CROSS


By Ola Vincent Omotade

We had our eyes full of adultery,
Claiming sin-free but  cannot totally cease from not committing sin.
With our crazy altitudes, satan beguiles our unstable souls with unbelievable lies.

Our hearts, had exercised with
Corrupt practices, we generations of cursed ones.
Despite all these lines defining us above,
Never forget,that the fountain that gives us so much joy, came from so much sorrow, never forget that the fountain that gives us healing, came from so many wounds.

Never forget that the fountain that cures us,  relieves us from heartaches,  that wipes away numerous tears, came from so much blood,  so much blood that was shed.

Never forget that what you fellowship with in bread and in wine, in feasting and in love came not from wine but redness of blood,  bruises of many tears, crown of thorns.

What is making us merry, making us shout today made someone cry out in anguish many years ago

What is making us get healed now,  brought so many wounds, bruises and beatings to someone several years ago.

You can forget the laughter in a minute,  but the blood shed can never be forgotten. You can forget dancing and rejoicing in one moment, but forever bones broken, head and hand pierced,  blood flowing from grievous wounds can never be forgotten.

You can forget the high-fives now,  and wear high-heels, you can forget the handshakes now and sweet hugs, but the blood flowing from pierced hands and feet,  the blood flowing from pierced sides will never be forgotten.

Your rejoicing is like fruit wines right now, make sure you understand it came from blood.  Our joy may be felt with so much happiness when we celebrate easter but a sorrow brought it.  The sorrow can never be forgotten,  never in heaven,  never on earth and never in eternity.

Healing brings us smiles now and excitements, make sure you remember  it came from grievous wounds and betrayal of friends. You can enjoy your time now with fellowship of good friends, the fellowship came from betrayal of many friends.

So why you think this things may be light,
They are actually more serious than you realized.

Why you think  it's for everyone,
It's actually for a few.

Why you think it's free for all
It actually came at a terrible price

Why you think it's a play-matter,
It's actually a matter of life and death.

You're not too young or old to understand,  even children were killed because one was born.


Understand that the easy is actually hard,
Understand that the free is actually costly,
The sweetness is actually painful,
Light came out from the midst of darkness.

And this is Why it's called the message of the cross, it is both vertical and horizontal. It is both upward and downward,  it is both to the left and both to the right,  it is a contradiction and that's what the cross is.

What is not supposed to happen, Happened.
Somebody who was not supposed to die,  died
Somebody who was not supposed to suffer,  suffered.
Somebody who was good and true in heart,
Who had true friends and fellowship was betrayed. 
But you and I, who don't deserve it now have life
We deserve to die, but we are living.
We deserve  to be wounded, sick but we are healed. 
We deserve to be in so much pain,  agony and sorrow but see,  we have JOY
We deserve judgement, bondages and death but look,  there is life. 
We deserve purnishment and banishments but look there is forgiveness 

But never forget that the forgiveness came with so much pains,  if you take the tears and forget the pain so that joy could come, you err  and you've not remembered.

If you take the healing and forget the bruises and blood,  you've ignored something that can never be ignored.

If your take your fellowships lightly and forget that betrayal that came so you could have friendship,  then you've left out what can never be left-out
These things are blood,  death,  betrayal, bruises, wounds, darkness and tears. Eventhough you're enjoying it as life, light, joy.

The contradtions is forever! 

The cross remains forever 

The wounds will be remembered forever 

The pains  remains till eternity 

The bitterness will forever be remembered 

The bruises will never be forgotten 

The blood shed remains fresh forever 

The blood will never be forgotten. 

Each of us should realize the importance of having a talk with our own soul to remembering all he taught before his immersion to and on the cross. 

Jesus taught peace in an age of violence. 
He taught forgiveness in an age of victimization.
He taught humility in an age of spiritual arrogance.
He taught equality in an age of division.
He taught love in a world of hatred. 


Some said the cross is delusional, they say it's a blind quality that needs no-sober festivities. But we who have seen and is seeing the reality of the cross,  let us have our eyes open soberly with all our senses and memory intact let us allows some of the most rewarding, soul-nourishing, and long-lasting pleasures stay long in our hearts  simply by remembering the punishments, sorrows our Lord Jesus Christ passed through.

....HAPPY EASTER CELEBRATIONS

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