Neither by the blood of goats and calves, but by his own blood had he entered in once into the holy place, having obtained eternal redemption for us.
Flowing upon iron
So pointed and cruel
Deeped in water so black
Like peeling the back of yam
And no knife
Soft coloured furs wet
To eat cooked flesh
But from the cross
Dropped Christ’s blood
For us…for redemption…
But they cried, saying, crucify him, crucify him.
THE LITIGANTS WERE THE JUDGES
It was a rubbishing of the law
In the people’s lawless court
What is His offense?
We still don’t know!
And the life
And took on this perishable human flesh as the WORD
Uttered in the BEGINNING!
They said he is a threat to the king!
How? I don’t know!
Who made the king and his temporary kingdom?
HE DID AND EVEN THE PEOPLE WHO SAID!
This kingdom belongs to Christ and not Caeser
But their anger took the best of them:
Sentenced by the people!
Nailed to the cross!
Resurrected…ASCENDED…took his place on the right hand of the father
Left the Holy Spirit
The kingdom is established and here and forever!
Christ won! We won
All kingdoms subjected!
And I say also unto thee, that thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church and the gate of hell shall not prevail against it.
I have been passing
And as I pass he sees me
As he sees me he wonders
Of where I go clutching my Bible
And I am just a little bit older.
But one morning
I hear him shout in front of his flat, “Church man!”
I said nothing out of bewilderment
But walked quietly to church that Sunday morning, “a church man.”
For what course would I be “church man” other than for Christ?
I am “no man” if not a “church man”
The kid was right.
Christ came to make me a “church man” and nothing less!
I go everywhere “no man” but a “church man”…
Taiye Paul Kolawole is a writer, critic and editor based in Lagos City, Nigeria. He may be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.