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MILLENIALS......TRUE LOVE


The other day i went to a club,there was these event happening my brother was the DJ and i said.....

"let me presence there be his motivation now that i have never seen him mix"

i stood there watching him,moved,tempted by waves from different genres and beats

and my feet could not help but to stamp on some "particular" songs ....i stood there

like a bodygurd atleast if i was asked by jidenna

"since the first time i saw you there...you're not dancing"

i would reply in his style that rather that to stay home sip "wine on a couch"

i prefer to pass time here.

 

i saw individuals,young individuals groups on ques paying tickets and cash just to have fun.....

fun to dance,fun to hang around their peers,fun to hang

around the dj as he plays there favourite songs,

fun to hang around people who have the same belief system people who would buy me a beer without judging

me or asking  who i am or where i came from or what i beleif in.

 

And for second it got me thinking...Millenials come to church

 first time to seek hope faith and love but we become judges,

judging their dress cord,hair style talk and make them feel this is not their home.......

well it aint their home coz its the pastors building

more so the judge aint his court.

 

we forget we were once in the same walls by grace the walls were broken  Galatians 2:18a

bought by His blood,my life which is a candle

should shine light to the ones in darkness 

but we become mean and stingy as if grace,love,salvation is meant for ME I alone

 

Our hypocritical actions speak louder till it becomes noisy to the Millenials' ears,they can't take it anymore and leave......

thats our satisfaction

rather than unity in HIM who called us

 

Love is to make one feel worth it,you don't need to be

 my bro siz mum or dad to feel my love i guess muslims know how to define

in actions more than we called   christians by name....

Millenials don't come to be cleaned just a COVER is enough

hope we learn from the prodigal son

 

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