I hate the Fruit

Sometimes I talk about issues with poetry. Enjoy this!

The garden was beautiful when there were no snakes. I'm afraid of snakes.

Snakes introduce you to fruit.
We walk to the tree and we look.
Strange fruit indeed and am I to love this?
Give me knowledge?
Show me good and evil?
I only see evil and pain.
The images now etched in my brain.

Food, exercise, so hungry...
I love chocolate, everyone does.
But chocolate is bad, all the carbs you know.
Small waist, small backside no need for more.
Chocolate makes your brain slow
Chocolate leaves nasty stains
And pimples cause pains

Magnolia trees are strong
Magnificent trunks, pop it quick.
Gorgeous white flower why are you here.
Are you ok ma'am? BE STILL BOY!
Pretty flower has fallen in the mud.
Hide flower, lie, hide your shame.
Dirt is nothing, dust in chains.

Curves, cotton hair, thick lips.
Suck, mock, fuck.
Love is light, who loves the night?
What happens in dark but sin?
Legs open, promise nothing, run home at dawn.
Look at the beauty the light and night have created.
Mixing, sin, light and darkness cannot dwell together.

Adventures with GP: I Rebuke YOU! pt.2

Jesus be a fence! I am writing this and hoping that I get it right. Pray for me.

After the speaker by the name of John Anosike left we decided that we would have to break our word and not return to the conference. I firmly believe that the greatest sin we can commit is working against our conscience. We sat down with a local pastor who invited us there and explained the situation. Leo Davelaar & G-Project is not just a choir but a group of Christians and we could not serve God in an atmosphere in which we did not think He would be pleased. On the other hand I felt bad for the pastor. I mean where would he find a praise team on such short notice. Lesson: NEVER allow your human emotions to deter you from doing what you think is right spiritually. After an hour of pleading with us our director decided that we should go home, pray and see what the morning brought.

Well revelations come in the morning! On Saturday we found out that the organizer was not the local pastor but rather the charlatan John Anosike. He who had treated us so horribly without any type of apology expected us to return. Now there is a vast difference between service and work. We felt that if we returned it would be work and not a service to God, that hurt me. I never joined the choir for it to be a job. I just enjoy blessing others with the gift God has given to me. So we had a dilemma do we go and work or do we stay home. We decided to work because even in our work people could find TRUTH in the den of lies.

On Saturday afternoon I beat my face, got dressed and paid (public transport) to get there. I was happy to see my other GP sisters there as well though some from the night before refused to return. We sat and waited and as we sat there the pastor who spoke to the night before came and said nothing to us. When our director arrived he was unable to look him in the eye to tell him that our services were longer needed. WE GOT FIRED!!! The painful thing was that this pastor Nosa allowed us to show up, sit and wait only to say go home. This was the most insulting experience I have ever had with G-Project or any group for that matter. However, God is big.

I am sharing this because I want you to know that. We needed to experience this so that we can know what type of world we are living in. There are people hungry for hope. They are searching for something to hold on to and unfortunately there are people who are lying to them. We saw people who were thirsty and they drank but were never told how to get the living water so that they can never thirst again. I googled the charlatan and found that his followers call him Papa. Isn't God our father? I saw a video of him telling people that we can be gods because we are righteous (fast-forward to 5:45 if you don't want to watch every lie). Yet the bible says in Romans 3:10 "There is no one righteous, not even one;" (NIV).

After the entire ordeal we did not know what to do so we prayed. We prayed for the deliverance of those being led astray. We prayed claiming the victory over every evil spirit that tried to harm us. We praised God even before it happened that we will be able to turn what the devil meant for bad to become good. These blogs were not just to bash the crazy people we worked with but to share what God can do.

He kept me calm when it is in my nature to lose my cool. He kept the choir standing when we were insulted. He kept us praying knowing that prayer is what we needed. God provides! He taught us to tell the devil I REBUKE YOU, in the name of Jesus!

XOXO,

IslandGyal

Adventures with GP: I Rebuke YOU! pt. 1

If you know me then you know that I am a part of a wonderful gospel choir called Leo Davelaar & G-Project. Our mission is to share the gospel (hence the 'G') of Jesus Christ to our world. We work hard on translating popular gospel song to Dutch and Papiamentu to reach a large audience here in the Netherlands. At the end of the blog I will leave a few links to our pages in the event you want to learn more. I guess it is only right to give a disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER De group ain tell me to write dis n dis all my experience so yeah dey ain accountable or waeva else yuh guh say in dese tings. Leh we start.

Last week was rough. I started it off with traveling for 7 hours to and from my nephew's first birthday party. When I got home I had a fever and needed rest. The flu virus and I continued to fight and on Friday morning I did not think I would be able to sing at a conference being held at Ahoy in Rotterdam but I chose to claim the victory of my flu. In faith I went to the conference and praised God for keeping me. As we sang with the people we invited the Holy Spirit to come and move in people's lives and He did. It was a blessing, but then we sat down.

A South African preacher calling himself an apostle began to speak and the member of GP started looking at each other with confused faces. The speaker was saying that we could have eternal life here on earth with no pain and suffering. So I began to question why anyone would live right if there is nothing after the grave. Then he started saying that God is always associated with noise. In 1 Kings 19:11 God tells Elijah that He is going to pass by. A great wind comes followed by and earthquake and fire but God was in not of it. God came in the calm (1 Kings 19:12). It's hard to deceive people who read the word of God.

Slowly but surely we leave to a different room and we are called when the speaker starts to "heal" people. A lady who could not walk for 3 years was able to stand and he said that she had a new liver and kidneys. We began to sing a song that I did not know in mumble and awe I was in no spirit. The speaker became angry and what I am about to say is insane. He stands in front of the church and says that the next time he comes from South Africa he will bring his own musicians because he needs people on an international level and people in the spirit. Our pride said no and my face said "go suck yuh mudda" which he probably saw. The great speaker then turns to my director who is on the keyboard and ask him for an 'F'. The sad thing is he was already in said key and the speaker had no idea. My director must have had enough of the freak show because people were dropping to the floor and at one point and time the speaker wiped his sweat on another man. WAIT LET'S GET INTO THAT.

While worshiping a man came in with a cane and he was clapping and dancing with us so I was confused when the same man came to be healed from deafness. The speaker start killing the cancer in the man's body and then starts blowing in the man's ears until he can hear. He then pushed him to the ground and leaves him there as he gets his rag to wipe the sweat from his brow to transfer it on to the man on the floor. I almost threw up. Back to how Leo leaves us. He quits playing and put on a track so we no longer have to sing. I hear the music and think 'amen, freedom'. WRONG!

The moment Leo leaves is the moment the wanna be apostle comes to the choir with his crazy to come and talk to us because again we are not in the spirit. I kept wondering which spirit because THE HOLY SPIRIT was definitely gone. He made an exit as soon as the apostle of lies got on the stage. As he speaks to us I slowly back away. He notices that we don't care about what he is saying and goes to people who are more open to his crazy. As I stand there with my eyes closed the preacher returns to me and ask me what my name is, where I am from and if I have ever had an experience with Jesus. I answer these question and he then puts one hand on my forehead and another in my hair and begins to push. Now I have no idea why he thought that the girl with her eyes open looking at he choir director for help would fall but I did not. Now you may be wondering why I did not tell him to stop touching me but I did not know how. ALL I could think about is that he was nasty and I should not hit or swear less I give GP a bad name. When he blew on my forehead I thought my life was over. I felt violated in some way and I felt my spirit collapsing but God has not given us a spirit of fear. As he walked away I praised God for the strength I had been given. to remain silent.

As the speaker continued to say things about me not knowing how to act in the presence of a man of God we left and started packing up. He end his sermon but came outside and said these words: "Mister (referring to a young man from GP) I rebuke you! I did not want to rebuke you all on stage but you all were talking while I was preaching and I don't know who hired you all but you need to learn how to act in the presence of a man of God." My choir director came outside as the man as about to leave and tried to address him and the man kept walking away and brushed him off.
There is actually more to this story if you can believe that. So see you at part two when we get FIRED!

XOXO,

IslandGyal and Child of the Most High God