Chocolate Souljahz

They fear the gashes the enemy of souls might inflict upon them let alone the weight of public opinion. Therefore, they would rather not rock Christian extremism. Consequently, they come out as acceptable, relevant, loving, sweet and not harsh in their doctrine and theology. They are celebrated and heralded even in the corridors of humanistic hodgepodge.

Their hearts once bled as they left the warmth of companionship and their blankets because in the greatest warfare, the world has ever known and for the greatest captain of time and eternity, they rose to pray and skip blankets for many nites.

They know nothing of sacrifice now; they are terrible enemies, of the cross. The word of God cannot come to them ‘cause it is like throwing precious pearls away. They do not give people what they need but what they want.
In a generation, of arrogant apostasy, where the ears itch for love melodies, their silver tongues seek the applause of men. They are phat on human applause but they quietly ‘stroke to death’.
They know nothing of ‘I will not defile myself with the King’s meat’, so, they comfortably sit at secular tables instead of at the table of grace.
They major in cosmetology and physical therapy-the designer shell that must ‘bling’, their reputation among ‘civilized’ folk, their acceptability, and predictability… They dread being misunderstood yet the master’s voice will always carry innuendos in a world that would rather not look His way-Holiness first and a must!

Therefore, they spice God’s word with human reason hence robbing it of its power, its bluntness and authority. They would rather not hurt/insult folk ‘cause their face must stay in place.
They would rather not sound extreme lest they are misunderstood as harsh, abusive, ‘holier than thou’ or pharisaic.
But like I always say, ‘we don’t do this for audition but for pleasure ‘cause our meat is to do our father’s will’.
I bin told, we have only one relevant audience!!. That is all that matters. Not everyone will understand us. He cannot be rejected (the holiest man) and we be accepted. The servant is not phatter than his master.

This is a trumpet call to all profet-souljahz. The preacher is heralded but the profet must be hounded and wounded. Faint not though. The times for world dominion-the dominion that was spoke for us in the beginning, to subdue and rule over all the earth are now. Nations are ours for the taking, the industry, the political arena, socio-economic platform, the intellectual flesh pots should be redeemed for the lord with a Holy ghost revolution ousting evolution to where it belongs- in a tomb. Agnostics should fall at the master’s feet with agony of soul that will not let go of them until they are re made by regeneration. There were giants in the church alas; we now have merchants hunting mice in church corridors. Nevertheless, the warriors have to rise at the sound of the trumpet because the clock sits still and the moon is held until…It is an hour of emergency. Chocolate souljahz will not do but prophets will. Men and women who hear the voice and obey and cry out and spare not-their voices raising those that sleep among the dead telling Israel of its sin and Jacob of its transgression. This is the clarion call.

U once heard the master’s voice and it was as incense but u done sleep among the dead for so long. U don’t feel the master’s convictions nor do u hear His voice. At that, yo words do not convict yo godless friends. Matter of fact, you have become voiceless; you cannot sing the Lord’s song in a strange land. Sit down, remember Zion, weep and return to yo father’s house. Your conscious message will not raise the dead. It is a pat on their backs. You lie prostrate on the dead but are unable to raise them up like Elijah of old because there is no power in you to deliver. You sold that inheritance for a plate of acceptance in the marketplace of compromise.

Come out from the dead and be ye separate. You do not belong there! Yo pen was meant to be a liberating tool but you now turn words into money instead of turning them into souls for Jesus.
You know nothing of sacrifice, even yo rite to privileges, counting everything as dung.

Ambition is the sparkle in yo eyes but to the master, it is as the eyes of the goat whose throat hath been cut deep with a sharp knife. U choose ambition over direction, so, u would rather be rich and celebrated as a TV personality and many others in that bracket.

The way of the cross u despise which yo master embraced that u might have life. Listen and see what shame the godly men of old bring upon us modern species so cold.

CT Studd, a famed English cricketer deserted the playing field for the battlefield of world evangelism.

David Brainerd lost his place at Yale University and offered his young body so that the Red Indians might know God. He died at a young age of 28 because of o praying and fasting, which made his health give way. He coughed blood at a certain stage in the event of his demise. However, wat he accomplished, the chocolate souljah will not dream of even wen granted the blessing of longevity form the man up yonder.

His rich father disowned Francis of Assisi because he preferred the ministry to his father’s business empire. At this, he took off all the clothes his father’s money had bought him and dashed for the bushes with these words. ‘From this day forward, I will say not my father on earth but my father who art in heaven’. St Francis chapels are named after this man with a volcano for a heart.

There were giants in the church.
Savonarola of Florence in Italy rejected the priest’s hat from the Vatican saying the only hat he’d gladly wear would be that of a martyr, signed in his own blood.

Chocolate souljahz, see how much we love our lives and yet we are told that he who loves his life will lose it and he who hates his will gain it. The one who loves mother, father, friends and companion more than God is not worthy of the kingdom. It is time for the chocolate souljah to rise and put on the armor of a warrior and live like a dying man to a dying world.

I will say this again. Despise what the world glamorizes- money, fame, social standing, intellectualism, human achievement, material possessions, and all these things that wont see the light of New Jerusalem.
With Grit and gumption, let us riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise!

The church of God is calling, in duty be not slack; you cannot fight the good fight while lying on your back. We are slackers and as far as I can discern, at the judgment seat of Christ, there will be no medals for slackers.

May this find a resting place in the heart of the searching pilgrims. Affectionately in Christ. Amen!