The Christ I know

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Date Created:01 Apr 2014

Last Modified:01 Apr 2014

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Written By: Bright M Bwalya

1.The Christ I knew! 



I will Start with a reminder to myself about the christ that i knew.....



My then views will sound lame to you..



but thats the truth i knew...



it is worth noting that these things have been changed and made new...



so here is the christ i knew...



 Jesus Christ.. Born in a manger..



a Birth so miraculous it made a star appear..



Herold the king heared about it, and his fear quikly turned into anger..



the three wise men visited hi before telater...



and after being warned of the impending danger...



Joseph took the young child and its mother..



and left his country for another...



At the age twelve the Christ i knew talked back to his mother...



and at thirty was by John baptised with water...



He preached to the multitudes, and at some point healed a laper...



time went by and Judas betrayed and sold his master...



a purple rob and a crown of thorns were placed on him and it filled the soldiers with laughter...



they did many things for the soldiers amussment after...



he was killed on the cross and rose three days later...



chapwa...



let me clarify this ...



Jesus was by the holly spirit conceived  to save mankind from doom...



He fled his country to show us that the Lord shall watch over us and give us room..



At the age 12 in wisdom and spirit he grew a lesson to us that we not too young to do the will of the father...



He preached to show us our duty...



Healed to show us his Power..



was betrayed and that is a lesson to us not to put our trust in man but in the father...



I  analyze my life and i see that my true nature and purpose  have been spliced...



what lay between my God and I is an Abiss....



and so i ask myself "what do i do in times like this!?"...



I read my Bible and it tels me to look to the cross...



And to check myself truly that i may not fall off course...



 for narrow is the way to the cross...



I Am tankful because before i Met Christ i was something else the Bembas would say alifye fimbi...



But he took this corpse and revived the life in me... 



So i nolonger live, but he in me...



He is with me in my highs, lows and my worst decisions..



In my Sin disobedience, Transgressions And my wrong heart position...



Yet he never leaves me until out of my heart is born my best intentions...



Reed on his right arm, thorns on his head, beaten beyond human contemplation...



Beaten for the soldiers' amussment...



 see the soldiers arm use ment that he recieved lashes for our salvation.....



The son of man bruised for our sins beyond recognition...



He was killed on the cross and we called it crucifixion...



His blood dripped and it is for our purification..



It was washes away the sins of all who believe regardless of nations...



He rose on the third day and assured us of ressurection...



Left us the word and called it our companion..



Spreading it to the nation our great commision...



Do you accept you mission?



At this point the christ i knew... i dont need to mention... but the above is the christ i know....



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