Showing posts with label bearing fruit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bearing fruit. Show all posts

Saturday, July 28, 2018

Reflections on the readings (17th Sunday in ordinary time Year B)

2 Kgs 4:42-44; Ps 145:10-11, 15-16, 17-18; Eph 4:1-6; Jn 6:1-15

Sometimes Lord it feels like who I am and what I have to offer are too small for your work.
I wonder how the little I have to give can serve your people.
And I'm almost tempted not to give at all because it feels too small.
But your word reminds me that you take the little I offer and make it enough.
Whether it's to feed a hundred or 5000+
And it's not even just enough, there's a surplus after it all.
So here I am, reaffirming my faith in you and offering all I have and am.
Take me and use me as you will...just as you did with Paul and the other apostles.

Angela Azumah Alu (29/07/18)

Thursday, May 17, 2012

PENTECOST



Come down consuming fire
Come fill our hears
Inflame us anew with love
That the Father and Son we may
proclaim: drunk on you
 come down sweet Spirit
transform our lives
transform our hearts
that never more shall we be the same
come down roaring wind
chip away at the rough ends of our lives
that we may be for the Father only
come down consuming fire
burn away at the chaff in our lives
 that we may offer unto the Lord an offering in righteousness
come down giver of life and gifts
 with all of your gifts
that we may transform the world around us
but transform us, mould us, do all
you have to that our lives
bear fruit for the glory of the Father
(Acts 1:8, Song of Solomon 4:16, Gal 5:22-23, Mal 3:3-4)

Angela Azumah Alu

HE BROKE ME


(Job 23:10, Mal 3:3-4, Jer 18:6, 1 Pet 1:7, James 1:2, Ps 30:5)

He broke me; He broke me
Like the potter, He moulded me and moulded me again
He broke me; He broke me
Like dough, He kneaded me and kneaded me again
He broke me; He broke me
Like grapes for wine, He crushed me and crushed me again
He broke me; He broke me
Like wood in a carpenter’s shop, He shaped me and shaped me again
He broke me; He broke me
Like gold, in a goldsmith’s shop, He refined me and refined me again
He broke me; He broke me
Like He shows in nature, transformation only comes by death
Jesus died so He could live forever and I with Him
He broke me; He broke me
To make me more like Him
To conform me to His image
To prune me that I may bear fruit
He broke me; He broke me
Through the pain and the tears;
There was joy and fulfillment because He broke me and broke me again to make me whole

Angela Azumah Alu

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

To God! 25th May 2012



Made in his image
Endowed with gifts,
Uniquely
Made like none other
Full of love and grace
Called by His name,
His own,
With all the weaknesses and strengths
So awesomely that even
The weaknesses are instruments
For His glory
Endued with power to
Live a Christian life
As prophet, evangelist, teacher, pastor or apostle (Eph 4:11)
Manifesting his gifts(1 Cor  12:1-11)
Sharing His graces with others (Rom 12:6-8 )
Doing all you can do for
His glory
Rooted in Him
Pruned and shaped by Him
To bear much fruit
Fruit that will last(John 15:16)
Led by His Spirit
Daily
To live for Him
Angela Azumah Alu