SOMETHING FOR
SOMETHING, NOTHING FOR NOTHING
“And if Christ be not risen, then is our preaching vain, and
your faith is also vain.” 1Cor15:14(NKJV)
In everything in this universe, there is always a genesis
and a revelation. There is no two before
one. Someone cannot claim, “I go there.” Where are you going, many will
ask? Jesus knew his genesis thereby He
had a strong vivid picture of His revelation: Heaven.
Something for something, nothing emanates from nothing, but
something does from something. Somewhere to somewhere; someone to someone or
somewhere. Remember, to he who has (something) more shall be added unto him:
something for something. Present something, out of it something springs up-
from the eater something to eat and form the strong something sweet. Samson’s
riddle.
As in Adam all men die, so in Christ all men are made alive.
Nothing with breathe was embedded in Adam, therefore was death inevitable.
Christ hosted (permanently) a seed of life, what happens? All men are made
alive. Alive.
In Him was the fullness of the God Head, the image of the
invisible God. Think of what was housed in Adam? Nothing. Moses and the young boy possessed something;
a shepherd’s rod and 5 loaves and 2 fishes! Something was birthed. The Israelites delivered amidst an oceanic wave of miracles, albeit the waves were
tsunamis to the Egyptians: 5000 men fed and remainders of 12 baskets as
fragments gathered.
Possess something, present to Him, expect a harvest
(something); thirty fold, sixty fold and hundred fold: He is not mocked. He is
faithful to keep whatever you grant unto Him till that day. Something is only
expected when it is presented to someone ‘Mr. O’, somewhere ‘C City’ and
sometime ‘T hours GMT’. The era of presentation is one of agony, pain, thick
darkness, death or life, tears, sweating blood for sweat, destitute (My Father,
my Father why have forsaken me?) to mention a few; as labour pangs onto an
expectant mother. The post era is overwhelming, faces glow with joy wrapped
with appreciation after the child lays on its mothers arms, cuddling in new woolen
white clothes. Images of angels gazing at it….
The shepherd’s rod, the widows oil, the two buttons (life of
the old woman), the son of the Shaumarmite woman; the sacrifices of Manoah and
his wife, Abraham, Gideon, Solomon et al.
Imagine Hannah taking little Samuel to the house of the Lord forever to
redeem her vow. I see her sorrowfully happy, and glad, “at least I have
something to be proud and respected of.” She heartily says. I see a mixture of
white and black: gray somewhere, sometime. Jephthah could not hold it, but to
cry, alas! his only was gone, “And Jephthah
came to Mizpeh unto his house, and, behold, his daughter came out to meet him
with timbrels and with dances: and she was
his only child; beside her he had neither son nor daughter. And it
came to pass, when he saw her, that he rent his clothes, and said, alas, my
daughter! thou hast brought me very low, and thou art one of them that trouble
me: for I have opened my mouth unto the LORD, and I cannot go back.” Judges
11:34-5 (NKJV). Agony.
Infinite things were offered to Him and gigantic results recorded
and birthed. Present to God whatever little you have and He will do something
from that little something. Try out and thank. Excuse me, it time to go and
prepare my something for Him, him or her or even it.
Happy New Year and a something for something time.
