There's something about the anointing that flows from the pen of a gifted writer such as Chief Femi Fani-Kayode. God gives us talents in many forms, for people like Lionel Messi, its their legs, for people like King David, Chief Femi Fani-Kayode and yours truly, the gift flows from our pen.
When I read this article, something stirred within me and I knew I should share it with the world. This is one of the best I have ever read and I consider it a rare privilege to share this article on our blog.
Excerpts...
Until you hear the Scotsman play the bagpipes in the early
morning mist of the Scottish highlands, you have heard nothing. Until you hear
the Irish maiden sing ''O Danny Boy'' on the lush green fields of the Emerald
Isle, you know nothing.
Until you hear the Welshman sing ''Men of Harlech'' in the beautiful valleys of Pontypool and Pontyprid, you have heard nothing. Until you see the English rose blossom and bloom in early spring and you hear the British Grenadiers sing ''God Save The Queen'', you have seen nothing.
Until you see the ''Charge of the Light Brigade'' and witness the courage of ''the famous 600'', you know nothing. Until you see the Zulu warrior dance his battle dance on the hills of Isandlwana and Rorke's Drift, you know nothing.
Until you hear the Ashanti and the Yoruba sing songs of praise to the Living God, you have heard nothing. Until you see the Frenchman sing ''La Marseillaise'' and ''Je Ne Regrette Rien'', you know nothing.
Until you see brave men fight, suffer and die for a noble and just cause, you know nothing. Until you hear the cries, see the tears, read the words and feel the pain of a wounded, tormented and broken soul, you have seen nothing.
Until you feel the passion of the wounded Messiah on the cross at Calvary, you know nothing.
All these unseen things inspire. They stir the spirit and move the soul. They breath and bleed passion. They ARE passion itself. And passion is the essence of life. It is the food of the compassionate and the sensitive spirit.
It is the fuel of noble and courageous souls. It is the stuff of which gods and immortals are made. It is our passport to posterity- our key to future glory. Yet nothing and no-one epitomises the power of passion more than the spirit of the warrior.
The warrior is noble and strong. His resolve is firm and his commitment is total. His is to kill, to shed blood and to be killed. His is to die for his king and for a worthy cause. His is to protect and lay down his life for his faith, his nation, his people and his loved ones.
What manner of men are these whose spirit speak of such valour and nobility? Consider the ancient Spartans and the Roman warriors of old. Consider the fearsome Vikings who believed that it was a curse to die a peaceful death and that the only way to heaven was to die violently and heroically in fearsome battle. Consider the greatest of all warriors that ever lived, the noble and gallant Achilles.
Consider Alexander the Great who conquered the world with his sword. Consider King David, the greatest of all the kings of Israel, who was a man of blood and war and yet whom God so loved and who loved God more than any other.
Consider David's "strongmen" who stood with him through thick and thin and who fought for and protected him to the very end. Consider their gallant captain, the mighty Joab and the others, Abishai, Asahel, Eleazer, the Tachomonite, Shammah, Benaiah, Eliam, Igal and Uriah the Hittite.
Until you hear the Welshman sing ''Men of Harlech'' in the beautiful valleys of Pontypool and Pontyprid, you have heard nothing. Until you see the English rose blossom and bloom in early spring and you hear the British Grenadiers sing ''God Save The Queen'', you have seen nothing.
Until you see the ''Charge of the Light Brigade'' and witness the courage of ''the famous 600'', you know nothing. Until you see the Zulu warrior dance his battle dance on the hills of Isandlwana and Rorke's Drift, you know nothing.
Until you hear the Ashanti and the Yoruba sing songs of praise to the Living God, you have heard nothing. Until you see the Frenchman sing ''La Marseillaise'' and ''Je Ne Regrette Rien'', you know nothing.
Until you see brave men fight, suffer and die for a noble and just cause, you know nothing. Until you hear the cries, see the tears, read the words and feel the pain of a wounded, tormented and broken soul, you have seen nothing.
Until you feel the passion of the wounded Messiah on the cross at Calvary, you know nothing.
All these unseen things inspire. They stir the spirit and move the soul. They breath and bleed passion. They ARE passion itself. And passion is the essence of life. It is the food of the compassionate and the sensitive spirit.
It is the fuel of noble and courageous souls. It is the stuff of which gods and immortals are made. It is our passport to posterity- our key to future glory. Yet nothing and no-one epitomises the power of passion more than the spirit of the warrior.
The warrior is noble and strong. His resolve is firm and his commitment is total. His is to kill, to shed blood and to be killed. His is to die for his king and for a worthy cause. His is to protect and lay down his life for his faith, his nation, his people and his loved ones.
What manner of men are these whose spirit speak of such valour and nobility? Consider the ancient Spartans and the Roman warriors of old. Consider the fearsome Vikings who believed that it was a curse to die a peaceful death and that the only way to heaven was to die violently and heroically in fearsome battle. Consider the greatest of all warriors that ever lived, the noble and gallant Achilles.
Consider Alexander the Great who conquered the world with his sword. Consider King David, the greatest of all the kings of Israel, who was a man of blood and war and yet whom God so loved and who loved God more than any other.
Consider David's "strongmen" who stood with him through thick and thin and who fought for and protected him to the very end. Consider their gallant captain, the mighty Joab and the others, Abishai, Asahel, Eleazer, the Tachomonite, Shammah, Benaiah, Eliam, Igal and Uriah the Hittite.
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