"MY LETTER TO SAMSON; YOUR HAIR CAN GROW AGAIN"

 

"MY LETTER TO SAMSON; YOUR HAIR CAN GROW AGAIN"

Are you part of those that the society have written off to have failed God?

 I WRITE TO THE SOLDIERS WHO ARE CASUALTIES IN BATTLE

Once upon a time, there was an oil on your life. Maybe you have been a man of God, but there is no more fire in your life. Once upon a time you go out and come in with the vigour of a lion but now you're like a chaff amongst men.

In the days of your glory, you carried the gates of cities and you plundered the high places of hades. You brought down the grooves of baal and burnt down the altars of the serpent. You burned for God with so much fire and your appearance in territories was like the appearance of a horse man and by your God you did run through the troop of the philistines.

There was a season where your altar was so intense and burning, and scarcely did  you let any moment pass without intense koinonia with Yahweh.

Or were you like Job in the days of your youth, and the secrets of God found expression upon your tabernacles. Where there days that light and wisdom were materialized from your lips and you became the mouthpiece of God for your generation.

Mighty woman, Deborah! You stood as a judge amongst men and spent your night legislating in Intercession. The burdens of God swallowed your essence.

And then, you became the victim of an ancient vendetta. You became a casualty in the battle of Seeds. Maybe you collided with the consequences of broken consecration.

Once upon a time dear soldier, you were in the battle, but the ordeals of life hit you and you bought the merchandise of hell. You were caught up, the borders of your consecration was broken, the hedge over you was broken and your garments was soiled.

Indeed you slept with the damsel and your eyes became dim. You indulged in the flesh and your oil left......

They told you God can never use you again. God forgave you but your community did not. You haven't forgiven yourself..

Oh Samson, your hair was shaven but it can grow again.

YOUR GLORY CAN RETURN, YOUR HAIR CAN GROW AGAIN.....

Deborah you can arise again! Deborah you can emerge again. Your destiny didn't end when you fell. 

Oh Prophet! Pick up your mantle and prophesy again, carry the microphone and preach again.

Now return to the Lord, break up your fallow ground and he the Lord will restore.

The day you fell wasn't the end of it. You have not been replaced. There is a song only you can sing, Samson pick up yourself from the dust. Behold your hair grows again......

I await your rising

Your brother,

Caleb Kabod