THE BIBLICAL MYSTERY BEHIND THE CHRISTMAS CAROL(12 Days Of Christmas)

wishing you a Happy new year I hope you all were in a Christmas
spirit... love you all.
The 1st Day
On the 1st day of Christmas my true
love gave to me...
A Partridge in a Pear Tree
The partridge in a pear tree is Jesus
the Christ, the Son of God, whose
birthday we celebrate on December
25, the first day of Christmas. In the
song, Christ is symbolically presented
as a mother partridge that feigns
injury to decoy predators from her
helpless nestlings, recalling the
expression of Christ's sadness over
the fate of Jerusalem: "Jerusalem!
Jerusalem! How often would I have
sheltered you under my wings, as a
hen does her chicks, but you would
not have it so . . . ." (Luke 13:34)
The 2nd Day
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true
love gave to me...
Two Turtle Doves
The Old and New Testaments, which
together bear witness to God's self-
revelation in history and the creation
of a people to tell the Story of God to
the world.
The 3rd Day
On the 3rd day of Christmas my true
love gave to me...
Three French Hens
The Three Theological Virtues: 1)
Faith, 2) Hope, and 3) Love (1
Corinthians 13:13)
The 4th Day
On the 4th day of Christmas my true
love gave to me...
Four Calling Birds
The Four Gospels: 1) Matthew, 2)
Mark, 3) Luke, and 4) John, which
proclaim the Good News of God's
reconciliation of the world to Himself
in Jesus Christ.
The 5th Day
On the 5th day of Christmas my true
love gave to me...
Five Gold Rings
The first Five Books of the Old
Testament, known as the Torah or the
Pentateuch: 1) Genesis, 2) Exodus, 3)
Leviticus, 4) Numbers, and 5)
Deuteronomy, which gives the history
of humanity's sinful failure and God's
response of grace in the creation of a
people to be a light to the world.
The 6th Day
On the 6th day of Christmas my true
love gave to me...
Six Geese A-laying
The six days of creation that confesses
God as Creator and Sustainer of the
world (Genesis 1).
The 7th Day
On the 7th day of Christmas my true
love gave to me...
Seven Swans A-swimming
The seven gifts of the Holy Spirit: 1)
prophecy, 2) ministry, 3) teaching, 4)
exhortation, 5) giving, 6) leading, and
7) compassion (Romans 12:6-8; cf. 1
Corinthians 12:8-11)
The 8th Day
On the 8th day of Christmas my true
love gave to me...
Eight Maids A-milking
The eight Beatitudes: 1) Blessed are
the poor in spirit, 2) those who mourn,
3) the meek, 4) those who hunger and
thirst for righteousness, 5) the
merciful, 6) the pure in heart, 7) the
peacemakers, 8) those who are
persecuted for righteousness' sake.
(Matthew 5:3-10)
The 9th Day
On the 9th day of Christmas my true
love gave to me...
Nine Ladies Dancing
The nine Fruit of the Holy Spirit: 1)
love, 2) joy, 3) peace, 4) patience, 5)
kindness,
6) generosity, 7) faithfulness, 8)
gentleness, and 9) self-control.
(Galatians 5:22-23)
The 10th Day
On the 10th day of Christmas my true
love gave to me...
Ten Lords A-leaping
The ten commandments: 1) You shall
have no other gods before me; 2) Do
not make an idol; 3) Do not take God's
name in vain; 4) Remember the
Sabbath Day; 5) Honor your father and
mother; 6) Do not murder; 7) Do not
commit adultery; 8) Do not steal; 9)
Do not bear false witness; 10) Do not
covet. (Exodus 20:1-17)
The 11th Day
On the 11th day of Christmas my true
love gave to me...
Eleven Pipers Piping
The eleven Faithful Apostles: 1) Simon
Peter, 2) Andrew, 3) James, 4) John, 5)
Philip, 6) Bartholomew, 7) Matthew,
8) Thomas, 9) James bar Alphaeus, 10)
Simon the Zealot, 11) Judas bar James.
(Luke 6:14-16). The list does not
include the twelfth disciple, Judas
Iscariot who betrayed Jesus to the
religious leaders and the Romans.
The 12th Day
On the 12th day of Christmas my true
love gave to me...
Twelve Drummers Drumming
The twelve points of doctrine in the
Apostles' Creed : 1) I believe in God, the
Father almighty, creator of heaven
and earth. 2) I believe in Jesus Christ,
his only Son, our Lord. 3) He was
conceived by the power of the Holy
Spirit and born of the virgin Mary. 4)
He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was
crucified, died, and was buried. He
descended into hell [the grave]. 5) On
the third day he rose again. He
ascended into heaven, and is seated
at the right hand of the Father. 6) He
will come again to judge the living and
the dead. 7) I believe in the Holy
Spirit, 8) the holy catholic Church, 9)
the communion of saints, 10) the
forgiveness of sins, 11) the
resurrection of the body, 12) and life
everlasting.
HAPPY NEW YEAR...

Opportunity comes but once

Opportunity is missed by most because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work so the world stands aside to let him pass,who knows where he is going...do not find fault;find a remedy.
Misery is a communicable disease.

WISDOM

    

we would all like to vote for the best man but he is not a candidate ,Mankind will never see an end of trouble until...lovers of wisdom come to hold political power or the holders of power...become lovers of WISDOM.

OUR OFFICIALS

Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote,don't stay at home selecting the voters card has its purpose...i'am tired of hearing it said that democracy doesn't work.Of course it doesn't work.We are supposed to WORK it.

A politician thinks of the next election; a statesman thinks of the next generation.

                         

Same world

To different minds the same world is a hell and a heaven,what we are we repeatedly do so what is necessary to change a person is to change his awareness of himself...we are what we repeatedly do.

                    

Think wisely

We all have ability,the difference is how We use it...if the only tool you have is a hammer, you tend to see every problem as a nail

Advantage of success

if success doesn't come after you,Go after success
the man who doesn't read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them.

i have never met a man so ignorant that i couldn't learn something

A man who develops himself is twice born,it is better you write something once than to read it ten times,life gives nothing to a man without labour.

Food for thought

S.O.S (SERVE OUR SOUL)

 

Deeply engraved in each person

The morality and the perversions

Religion teaches peace

But we kill to force conversion

Because there’s no love potion

That forces the heart to love devotion

Devour to survive

Could it be any other way

To serve our soul?

The poor man sows

And the rich man reaps

As we saunter desultorily

Into the thorny peregrination

Of our shapeless dreams

What are we but souls magnetic?

Are we but a vessel majestic?

Were we made to love, linger and sink?

All in a bid to serve the soul?

THE REGALIA OF DECEIT

 

Redundant frivolities

Very demeaning cavalier attitude

The regalia of deceit

Adorning and misleading

Ignorant minds

Measured fealty

Emblazoning hope’s chamber

Moonlight thrust in eclipse

Darkening the light

In gyration to the beat

From the drums of insecurity

We dance

Adroitly swinging our hips

Dancing in varied steps of crisis symphony

Trivializing the priorities

And prioritizing the trivialities

In appraisal, we approach

The ‘roaches’ with reproach,

Whereas

In this decadent web of deceit

Involving, treacherous cowardice

Only we is to blame

For the outcome of this insane game

PRELUDE TO A KISS

 

In just a fraction of a second

All this, went into something amazing

Observe…

Two people;

In the throes of a choice

Juxtaposed

On the precipice of commitment

Hearts beating faster

Body heat climbing

Endocrine functions

Out of control

Momentary pause…

One final glance into each other’s eyes

The brain and eyes closes

To further reasoning

All sensory perceptions

Are put on high alert

The lips slide into lock mode

Soft, warm undulating paroxysms

Of labial passion

What finer madness is there?

This is it… A kiss

MY MUM, MY ARTIST

 

Your tears are paintings

Full of wisdom

Flowing beautifully

Like calligraphy

From your eyes of acrylic

Oiled on minds and hearts

So don’t be afraid to spill it

With your palette of integrity

I had not the slightest idea

That I’d ever envision

Your visual power

For the scene of your vision

Is so Idyllic

I wish I were a colour on your canvas

Trapped forever

With your fixative of selflessness

It’s no wonder your words are brushstrokes

Your heart, a canvass to imprint it

And actualize it to reality

That’s why

I wish I were every stroke

In your textured lines of bliss  

And not the rejected paint that drips

Spontaneously

From your brush of motherhood

Because you’re

An element of elegance and eloquence

An armature of admiration and aspiration

An intensity of integrity and importance

Imprinted on the line of honesty and hope

My Mum

My Artist

Your form of faith and favour

Would forever be my strength and armour

I love you dearly

You are a model of dignity

Shaping my dreams evenly

To reach it’s highest peak

You’re the tripod on which my world stands!