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December 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Timothy 1-2
Key Verse– 2Timothy 1:1 Paul, an apostle of Jesus Christ by the will of God, according to the promise of life which is in Christ Jesus.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY PROMISE-CERTAINTY
Lord God, You are my promise-Certainty,
ever timely in Your grace-bestowment
Thank You for guarding me against service-impediment
Greatly granting my optimum joy-fulfillment
As You increase my faith by Your Word’s nourishment.
Lord God, You are my promise-Certainty,
ever faithful in stirring up my spirituality
Thank You for pardoning me of confessed iniquity
Greatly propping up my devotion by Your calling’s intensity
As You direct my walk for righteousness-verity.
Lord God, You are my promise-Certainty,
ever fervent in Your holiness-fire
Thank You for turning me away from vain desire
Greatly refreshing my soul against frustration-mire
As You impart to my mind knowledge Your require.
Lord God, You are my promise-Certainty,
ever powerful for my strengthening
Thank You for making me endure hardness of good soldier training
Greatly helping my stewardship along labour-gaining
As You commend my faithfulness by Your compassionate reigning.
Lord God, You are my promise-Certainty,
ever omnipotent in Your transforming function
Thank You for assuring me Your eternal salvation and glorification
Greatly propelling my zeal in Your will’s perfection
As You shield my testimony from carnality-corruption.
Lord God, You are my promise-Certainty,
ever gracious for my heavenly striving
Thank You for keeping me in Your favourable approving
Greatly refining my virtues of values’ carving
As You brace my truth’s foundation without swerving.
Lord God, You are my promise-Certainty,
ever loving in Your kindness
Thank You for guiding me toward ministry-effectiveness
Greatly upholding my obedience along Your instruction’s steadfastness
As You bless my commitment with Your goodness.
December 2, 2023
Morning keeps transitioning into morning and daylight keeps shouting into my face, the weather is gasping for breath and the temperature is pulling sweat out my gut.
I watch the sun rising beyond the mountains with warm sentiment hanging loose as it made its way to the center of the skies and spread its heat on the passersby.
It is a form of heat that no one can bear; it drains your energy and ruins your appetite and send worms crawling in your empty stomach.
I can still feel this intense energy moving around the town; it is the magnetic energy that propels the magnetic field around, the radiation level is high and the electric waves are vibrating in the sky and I don’t have any time to die.
The barn yard animals are sound asleep but the rooster keeps disrupting the hens sleep, it is poking its beak in hens back and keeps pulling off its feather frock. The cats and dogs were just on time to save the hens from the nuclear divide.
The morning keeps revolving around me, the pulling the energy out of me. I can hear the vessels rolling in the sea carrying tons of gifts for you and me.
Missiles are pounding in the air and rockets are creating holes in the ground that look like feathers and crowns.
Everyone gathers around staring into the dry creators in the ground, while the fishermen in the sea came back to shore after the missiles damage the side of their boats.
The morning keeps floating above me and the sun began to burn the air sending whispers everywhere.
And the mountain goats with horns like bulls exit from the mountain like a good soldier should and the heat continues to penetrate the asphalt in the street.
I stood behind the tree and watch the universe melts in the third degree while the superior man with weakness in his field send reinforcement everywhere to strengthen his depleted army.
But neither time or place knows when the battle for the soul is complete and the metal on the earth will transform into dirt.
Studying for hours on a subject that I love and despise
Grappling with words and definitions
Trying to make sense out of all the confusion and complexities
Of ethical hacking, security, and intrusion detection
Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing the right thing
Studying technology rather than art or the humanities
For within them my passion lies
But somehow I am always drawn to the almighty dollar
Knowing I can make a living, even if it kills my soul
Anxiety-ridden, insecurity-driven
And I march on, like a good soldier
Pursuing that which allows me to survive
Who was it that says there are two sides to every person?
I’ve often thought that, although for me it isn’t good or bad
But rather heart and mind, soul and survival
Starving artist or thriving consultant
For three years I sailed around the world
Hoping I’d found my new calling in life
But in the end, reason took over, and I returned
Like a pig to the trough, consuming ideas and information
To shore up my vessel, preparing it for another journey
Into the vast oceans of the world, all my futures
Depend on my success here
My soul cries out, hoping I have made the right choice
Allowing me to pursue my passions, through monetary gains
A boat cannot buy itself
The money must come from somewhere
In a perfect world, money would not be required
We would be free to pursue our passions
Without worry of the cost, or the inability to feed ourselves
But alas, this is not the world I live in, despite my desires
So I must carry on, study on, memorizing definitions and algorithms
Passing the tests is all that matters now
To earn my degree, gain the new skills
Keeping my eye on the prize
And someday, sailing off into the sunset, with my pockets full
of the gold pieces required, to blow the man down
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Unescorted NYC HMT NY 660 Louis Pasteur started out from
New York Harbor Nov. 30, 1944.
Landed in Liverpool, England Dec. 8th, 1944. Arrived Brddulph,
Staffordshire, England Dec. 9th, 1944.
From Weymouth, England to LeHavre, France just north of
Normandy February 12, 1945.
Truck convoy to Camp “Twenty Grand”, France. Proceeded to
Cambrai, France and departed to Sittard, Holland.
Departed to Waldenrath, Germany on March 3d, 1945.
Departed to Burhulz, Germany then to Aldekerk, Germany
March 5th, 1945 for first battle.
Departed to Lintfort, Germany for second battle.
Departed to Rhein, Germany on March 17, 1944
laying down fire to prepare for crossing Rhine River.
Crossed Rhine on 26 March arrived at Lohnen with
no firing and enemy retreating.
On 27 March departed to At Kampshof laying down
fire there.
Trouble with Soft, boggy ground. Departed 29 March to
Kircheller. A battle at Gladbeck, Germany.
Departed 3d April to Recklinghausen, German experiencing
another battle. Departed 9 April to Rauxel, Germany with
no battles and German troops retreating.
Departed to Bad Oeynhausen, Bochum, Bahnhofhome,
and Minden, Germany.
Engaged in Military Government dealing with displaced
persons as well as Prisoner of War (POW) enclosure.
743d Field Artillery Battalion, 16th Corps, 9th U. S. Army.
James K. Bell, LtCol, Field Artillery (FA).
Motto: “Good Soldier marches, obeys then shoots.”
Flash Point Operation Ruhr to Rhine April 1, 1945
From John B. Anderson, Maj. General; C. C. Brown,
Brig Gen; John Uncles, Brig Gen;
Commander of Ruhr operation was Dwight David Eisenhower
Five Star General in charge of 9th Army European Operations
Form:
“Brave men rejoice in adversity, just as brave soldiers triumph in war.”
A warm hand salute to each brave soldier
Who courageously fights in each battle
Willingly waging sweet life to conquer
Our precious freedom, the land’s wealth-mantle
You’re great angel saving homes and nations
Noble hero, making our fears dwindle
God-sent warrior with a valiant soul
With gifts... worthy beyond admiration
And your strength is our life’s brightest candle
While your faithful will-power leaves foe’s fall.
A deep gratitude to each brave army
For highborn mission, leaves a family
Enduring the pains of great sacrifice
A medal of valor seems can’t suffice
You offer your life for all your brethren
With unparalleled love, help and kindness
You work hard, sunshine or rain at war zones
Your enormous pillar is in heaven
You’re a wolf guarding us with readiness
Under the moonlight with your blest weapons
Great appreciation dear warrior
Soldier or army at battlefield’s core
We owe you freedom, peace and victory
Without you, nations stay in misery
An honor for soldier in some ways too
Such as oppression-fighter and others
Each unwavering spreader of God’s words
Doing all the best for His love so true
To those who fight for good are God’s soldiers
They're protected-- strength is from the Lord
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2 Timothy 2:3-4
3 Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. 4 No man that warreth entangleth himself with the affairs of this life; that he may please him who hath chosen him to be a soldier.
I remember my candles in the night
My eyes heavy but weightless like light
The thought of being a corper my right
A pound on my head boom boom
The thud of boots and whistle boomerang
Shrill cries like a community gone agog
Soldiers and man o wars on the work
Kaaki and boots stroll under the wilderness
As I drench myself in the reflection of morning parade
Then I wake up to the reality of being a soldier, even though my tired feet struggle for survival in the hands of code 1 and code 2
Like a wrestler contesting the royal rumble
I have been stressed, squeezed like a rug left on the floor to rumple
My enduring and persevering heart whispers
The sweet chants of one day we will go
Yes indeed we will go, not as we were but as gallant soldiers of the NYSC
I swim in the pool of events
Tiring as it is, I must make it
This is the reality, I have always wanted
Lectures were made on white and black
Skills were taught on the block
Food and love shared on the clock
Uncertainty looms in the horizon
When the bugle of farewell blows on the 26th of March to another hurdle
On which side of Cross River will I march
Calabar,Ikom,Ogoja,
Good soldier that I am
I must go
Kopas we we we
Kopas wa wa wa
What faith befalls you on Tuesday
Take it with wa wa wa
This is the reality we have always wanted
Our dream and long desired expectation
Have finally unfolded into its oblivion of extinction
Let us awaken ourselves to the reality of serving our fatherland
Author: Ginikachi Nnadozie Obah
Sicut Miles Christi I stand tall
Sicut Miles Christi I give my all
To a Man who deprived the devil of his will
To a Man who tumbled Jericho's hill
I'm a soldier in the army of my Lord
Equipped with the Spirit’s sword
A battle I’m called to fight
For the glory of His light
Sicut Miles Christi I’m never alone
Sicut Miles Christi I build on this stone
A soldier always in a battle ready mode
Designed to break and decipher the devil’s code
Yes! I've prevailed in the battle fray
His blood brought victory today
On Calvary Cross I fix my eyes
So I can attain the promised prize
Sicut Miles Christi I'll fight to the end
Stand steadfast my faithful friend
Fill my heart with bravery oh my Master
With unflinching faith exuding like a blazer
Sicut Miles Christi what should we fear?
When the Lord has conquered with His spear
As a Soldier of Christ be vigilant in thy task
A selfless sacrifice the Master dare to ask
“Endure hardship with us like a good soldier of Christ Jesus.” 2Timothy 2:3
Footnote: Sicut Miles Christi (A Latin phrase, it's Literal Translation is: “As a Soldier of Christ”) is the motor of my Alma Mater Bishop Herman College. It was established on 28 February 1952. It was the first secondary school established by the Catholic Church in the Region.The College was named after a French Catholic Bishop , Auguste Herman. Bishop Herman had impacted me more than any school. In fact I am proud of my alma mater.
Tommy Atkins was a good boy
grew to be a good man, good soldier,
packed up his troubles in an old kit bag and smiled
as his entrails blew out with aplomb;
he died as the black rain struck his slowly glazing eyes
good son, good husband, good father
left only good for fertilizing the Somme.
Damned carnage-strewn carnival
of barbed wire bisected mustard gas days;
how “great” was the great war,
how “great” was the harm
when old strategists cast generations of youth
into the stalemate jaws of trench warfare death
and all those young hopefuls who bought the dream
unwittingly bought the farm.
Two decades down the smouldering road,
up rolls Euro Death Circus
rolling out Four Horsemen and a Fascist regime insane;
now technology enhanced the butchery
with planes and tanks, boats and submarines
and all the young hopefuls bought the farm again.
Proudly she revels in her past glory,
wallowing and exalting, sucking rotten cold comfort
from the memorial corpse of a golden fleece;
learning nothing;
we’ll meet again, no doubt,
over the white cliffs of Dover
beneath Spitfire engine trails, perhaps;
for she may have won the war,
yet she has surely lost the peace.
A land once fit for heroes, warrior kings and demigods,
now freezes crippled and immobile
when the race into the future has begun;
in a pox of politically correct Fascism on one hand
and the real thing on the other,
where is the hand of reason to stop the fall of night,
stop the setting of the sun...?
The surf, ferocious in the distance
white caps and roller coaster waves
nose-dives into the shore
sand rearranged; sea life takes cover-
the hermit crab –boroughs;
the gulls greedy, hungry - grab
remnants of human litter- their meal for the day-
and flee.
Homeward bound.
Rain-
torrents or drizzle feed flora, fauna, man
all given a pardon: one more day to live.
Mother Nature in a cathartic mood sends
the wind, chaotic, blasted, twisted;
or patronizing - to clean and clear.
Then returns the earth to serenity
and life.
Homeward bound.
Geese choreographed in flight
synchronized to fly as one
north to south in the winter
and intuitively reverse when
it’s time to breed and feed.
Homeward bound.
Lovers- finish
the evening’s repartee with a
nightcap of Bailey’s or Port
conjoined as they coo their way.
Homeward bound.
The warrior-committed to peace-
combative, defensive, protective, vigilant,
conflicted- kill or be killed.
The good soldier returns-decorated for bravery- in the box
covered in the coveted colors of the employer.
Some maimed –without limbs, eyes, mind.
The whole- return- many missing-their soul.
Homeward bound.
The dying- incontinent, incoherent, incompetent, in pain
wishes for a reprieve. Moans.
More morphine.
The death rattle gurgling through lungs
ravaged but determined
to discharge the last hooray of life.
Then, so it goes, homeward bound.
Kathy Tauber-2015
Tears of frustration!
Shed out of angst and exasperation
Exposing war's fatigue due to martyrdom exhaustion…
Soldier of valor, marching on despite persecution---
--- I acknowledge your persistence toward attainment of genuine liberation.
Tears of hardship!
Defying rigors of battle for true friendship
Burst due to agonizing distress to ensure relationship…
Soldier in good will pursuit following truth-anchored leadership---
--- I commend your stewardship for united brotherhood-partnership.
Tears of freedom fulfilment!
Tricking down midst accomplishment
Signifying successful combat-engagement
Soldier midst jubilation along justice-endowment---
--- I rejoice with your heroic achievement.
Tears of gladness!
Joy* overflowing from heart that fought for peacefulness
Expressing relief, forgiveness and gratitude-bountifulness…
Soldier marked by courage, braced upon the Lord’s loving kindness---
--- I thank your success exemplifying faith’s steadfastness
Tears of victory!
Triumphant over adversary
Vanquishing worry brought by guilt-torturing misery
Soldier** upholding what is right against hatred’s fury---
--- I salute your conquest by God’s grace and for His glory.
*Ps 126:5 They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
**2Timothy 2:3Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.
July 19, 2022
Contest Name: Tears of a Valiant Soldier
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal