Death and Debtors

Today has been sad. I received two messages – one from a friend and the other from a colleague. The friend told me about a debt he’s being owed – and how the debtor is playing games with him instead of being sincere. The colleague told me about the death of another colleague, a lively man whose sudden departure has been a huge shock to everyone who knew him. They say death is a debt, and all men must pay. If the one who owes my friend won’t pay him, he, like the rest of us, must pay the debt of death. It’s all a matter of time.

The debtor is never free from the hold of his creditor – he remains accountable for that owed sum, no matter how little it is. When his creditor comes calling, he has a duty to pay up or explain himself. Likewise, our life is a gift for which we must give account to God after our time on earth is done. What account will you give when your time comes? Every man is born a sinner, but Jesus paid the debt of our sins by his death on the cross, so that we who believe are no longer sinners, but sons of the living God, our heavenly Father.

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Even then, death is a sure thing for every living soul. The real question is what happens after death. Will you go to eternal condemnation for unpaid sins, or will you go to eternal bliss having accepted the payment made for your sins by Jesus the Saviour? You must make a choice – and that choice determines what happens after you breathe your last. It also determines what happens while you remain alive. Will you live to pursue your own agenda, or will you live to fulfil the divine purpose for which you were made?

P.S. If you would like to accept Jesus’ sacrifice for your sins, please pray as follows: “Dear Jesus, I accept that I am a sinner, and I believe you died for me. I confess that you are my Saviour and Lord, and I am yours from this forward. Amen.”

You are Mine

You are my poem, a thousand words spinning meaning without reason, reason without meaning

You are my prayer, a desire stronger than the longing of Jabez, deeper than the groans of Shiloh

You are my passion, a fire burning in the inner recesses of the heart, consuming anything in its path


You are my Father, source from which I sprang, laying the foundation for all that I will become

You are my mirror, revealer of the truth, refuting every lie and deception about my identity

You are my hero, conqueror of the universe, traversing the lengths and breadths of your territory


You are my dream, reminding me of moments gone by, calling me to another life and existence

You are my hope, sustaining my desire to live and love, defying the reaches of logic and reason

You are my love, fulfilling the deepest needs of my heart, satisfying my highest expectations in life


You are my past, shadows of darkness stalking the brightness of day, never to catch up with the light

You are my future, linings of silver bordering glorious days of hope, forever a vision in the night

You are my present, thunders of trouble and whispers of peace, ever dwelling within my sight


You are my friend, sharing my pain and sorrow, joy and pleasure, standing as a partner for life

You are my foe, hunting my soul and seeking my loss, rejoicing to find me in the midst of strife

You are my neighbour, lending a hand in time of need, supporting a brother when trouble was rife


Whatever you are, whoever you may be, always remember – you are mine

Toyin Taiwo © 2012

Even Great Men Struggle

Sometimes I wonder how Elijah got to the point of telling God he wanted to die – the point where he felt he was no better than his fathers. He must have felt helpless. That moment of his life was no doubt an unbelievable contradiction. Here was a man who held a whole nation to ransom, without whose word the rain would not fall, asking God to take his life. It was the point where Jezebel threatened to kill him, and he ran for his life, ending up in the wilderness. It was a point of exhaustion, where he was completely drained and unable to summon inner strength for the journey ahead of him. Hear his words, “It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.” Continue reading “Even Great Men Struggle”