LiFE IN ITS FULLNESS

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Original article by John Benneth

Someone died so you could live, and so live that life in fullness.

He came in flesh to be nailed on the wood.

Take it literally. Take this like you’ve heard a schoolmate of yours beaten hundred times by a group of bystanders while innocently walking one saturday midnight. This schoolmate of yours had muscle-deep scratches, can’t walk anymore, had serious stabbed wound right on the liver part of his body. He had skull fracture, bloody face, barely breathing, rib fracture, back full of knife scratches. Then was finally hung on a tree while still alive. Begged for help but no one came, no one heard, no one can rescue.

Take it from there. Even Jesus suffered 10x more. Yes. It did happen to Him. The weight of helplessness was exponential. His Father had forsaken Him, cannot even look at Him.

Can you bear the weight? I cannot. Honestly.

But He did.
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The Drama

The Drama

The Wife

I am pretty.

I’m a lot more caring than her.

We we’re married.

And you still wore the ring in your finger.

You can go to her,

I can let you play in her bed.

Because I stupidly Love you,

More than my heart had said.

I’m still confident and not afraid.

Eventhough right now you’re with her charms.

Because in the end of the day,

You will always end up in my arms.

That’s reality,

And that’s what it says.

For in the world and God’s eyes,

A mistress would always be a mistress.

The Mistress

I’m just a mistress,

And yeah I’m proud of that.

For he always took time,

To have me no matter what.

You are pretty,

And the hell I care with the things you have.

For your time is up,

You can never bring back his love.

You might be her wife,

But you can’t even give him a kid.

I might just a mistress,

But for months now I’m bearing his seed.

You were married,

And for me that’s just fine.

For you have his body,

But his heart will always be mine.

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