Adeline’s Decision

After performing many shows with Resurrected Dance Crew, Adeline Munusamy took a leap of faith into the unknown. She joined MDT (Missions Discipleship Training), an intensive training programme designed to equip people for a missional life wherever God calls them. It is a five-month course that takes you through a discipleship module. It gives you a structure for spiritual growth with an introduction to biblical and transformational missions on least-reached people. She spent time fellowshipping with people from 10 different countries, learning about their cultures, and trying various delicacies.

However, the impact of Covid-19 had delayed Adeline from boarding the Logos Hope in September. She is set to board the ship in February to the Bahamas in the Caribbean, followed by three-weeks of isolation and a Covid test due to protocol. PST (Pre-ship Training), a condensed version of the past five months training, assists with adapting to the culture. The Logos Hope will be docked out at sea with speed boats providing transport to the tropical islands. Adeline will be involved in relief aid as well as the rebuilding of churches destroyed by natural disasters. She will also assist with housing that has been devastated by cyclones that have struck the island.

The Logos Hope was initially constructed in 1973 and first named Gustav Vasa. Originally built as a passenger car ferry, the vessel sailed North Atlantic routes. In 1983, the ship was renamed Norröna and sailed between the Faroe Islands and Denmark. On 19 April 2004, she was purchased by GBA Ships and underwent extensive renovations to prepare the vessel for her new role. It has 9 decks, a lounge that seats 300, a pantry, gallery, and bakery that prepare 1500 meals, a dining room that seats 400, a theatre that seats 400, a book hold that stores half a million books with over 5000 titles.

The sister ship, Doulos, also travels around the world involved in mission work. it makes its way to South Africa on many visits.

 

 


I had to come to a point where I stopped being indecisive about what I’m supposed to be doing. I took a mission trip to Mozambique, a location without running water or signal. we had to smuggle water and food across the border by hiding it under our sleeping bags. Living in camping tents, I had to make sure that I had to be on medication to ward off Malaria. With a team of 17 people, we reached out to children suffering from malnutrition. I really cried when I saw that; my heart longed to reach out to the lost. When I returned, I desired to go back to the mission field. 


Adeline has been to the doctors for vaccination against hepatitis, Malaria, and other diseases. The cost of vaccinations, food, accommodation, global insurances, local outreaches, and other expenses is believed to be provided by God through sponsorships. Your prayers are needed as she continues to strive forward in this fantastic adventure. If you would like to assist financially, you can send your contribution to:

Standard Bank

Name: OM South Africa

Account Number: 331947331

Hatfield Branch

Branch Code: 051001

Reference: 0080033437/Donor Surname and name

You can contact Adeline via email: adeline.munusamy@om.org

You can also find her on her social media handles:

Facebook – Adeline Munusamy

Instagram – addey_m

Adeline is hosting an evangelical event called Passport to the Nations next week, Saturday, 7th November. If you would like to attend, you contact her via email for more information.

In conclusion, a Christian is commanded to fulfill the Great Commission, a non-negotiable instruction given by Jesus in Mathew 28:18-20.

When Jesus came to them and said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to Me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey all that I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”

JOY pays a visit

I slumped into the sofa, exhaling my breath like a sigh. The dark room surrounded me with an air of melancholy; the mood was depressing. The neighborhood began to become noisy with the dogs barking; there was probably someone strolling down the road. Something slipped through the postal slot in my door and fell to the tiled floor. It was the postman. I got to my feet and numbly walked to the envelope lying on the floor. I picked it up and found it to be unmarked. I tore it open to find a letter addressed to me. It said:

 

Dear Kristian

It’s not common for me to be saddened for any matter, but that is how I feel since we have not met for a great while. We spent a lot of time with each other but recently, I think you have been absent. Therefore I have taken the liberty to pay you a visit today. If you are willing, answer the door when I knock, will you? The time of my arrival is when you have finished reading this letter.

Joy

 

The doorbell rang.

Joy? This couldn’t have been happening! But if Joy was behind that door, how could it accuse me of being absent? Was not Joy absent? The sadness of life, the nostalgia of the past, the despair of pain, and the tragic events of every day, how could Joy even exist?

The doorbell rang again.

Could Joy even be real? The world is becoming worse and worse. There was no reason to be happy. Evil is rampant, and good is withering away; how could Joy even show their face?

The doorbell rang a third time.

I grabbed the door and pulled it open. A woman stood there with a broad smile on her beautiful face. Her matted blond hair was soaked in the outside downpour. It was raining cats and dogs. She wore white jeans with yellow sneakers that matched her blouse. I was perplexed at her appearance.

The wind surged through the neighbourhood, but she stood there, enduring the gusts of wind. She extended her hand, “Hello, Kristian. I’m Joy.”

I turned around and said, “You can come in.” I slumped on the sofa again, and Joy walked in, closed the door to keep the wind from blowing in. She then sat on the couch opposite me, her smile still radiant.

“Can I help you?” I asked with a hint of hostility. The letter that was given had added to my indifference to someone I didn’t even know. She had accused me of having a problem and then blamed me for having it. Joy wasn’t going to get the good side of me. 

“Maybe I should ask you that?” Joy quipped.

“I don’t need your help. You have been absent from my life for so long that I’m fine without you.”

Joy look around the dark and gloomy living room, “Seems like it.”

“So?”

“Being alive and living are two different things.”

I sighed.

“I haven’t been absent from you, Kristian, you have been absent from me.”

“What nonsense!” I spat.

“If you have been thirsty, it is not because the water hasn’t come to you, it is because you haven’t been to the water.”

“There we go again,” I remarked, “It’s all my fault!”

“Most of the time, people don’t like me.”

“I don’t blame them.”

“They love the sadness,” Joy continued, “They love to feel melancholy, the nostalgia of the past. They listen to the songs that make them sad because they somehow find it relatable. They think that their life is a path down a gloomy forest; the mist of despair blinds them from me. They become addicted to depression, they tend to love the pity party they constantly celebrate. They don’t want me because they either feel they don’t deserve me or probably because if they did have me, they might lose me.”

“I know many have believed in you, Joy. They revolved their entire lives around you, and guess what happened?” I stood up and stuck my finger into her face, “They had tragedy strike them! They had to face death and pain, where’s your joy now, huh?”

Joy sighed, “If there were no tragedies, I wouldn’t be here now, would I?”

“Huh?”

I, Joy, cannot be defined unless sadness exists. I cannot be chosen if depression wasn’t real. I am here so that even amid pain and tragedy, I can still impact your life. People usually mourn over the dead; lately, many have been grieving over life.”

I sat in silence, my mind struck with the absence of words. Joy was right. I was on the wrong side of my emotions; instead of enjoying life, I mourned it.

“I’m really sorry,” I said.

“You have only yourself to apologize to,” said Joy, “You were the author of your own pain.”

Joy got up to leave. She arrived at the door.

“Thank you,” I said.

She turned to me and smiled, “You can thank me with your constant invitations. I would like to be in every part of your life…”

She opened the door, and the sun shone inside with brilliance, lighting up the room. Joy stepped outside as the light grew brighter, and she disappeared into the sun’s radiance.

And for the first time in a long time, I smiled…

Truth Finale: Kristian Meets Love

I, Kristian, am the Defender of Truth. Upon many attempts to gain an official encounter with Him, I managed to meet Truth in person. However, it was not like how I had expected. Instead, He seemed to have bluntly ignored me and told me to meet a random stranger. He said Her name was Love, and indeed, I was dejected that Truth drove off, leaving me standing there in the middle of the road. I was rather angry, so after I had emptied the AK47 into the two motorbikes, I climbed into my Pantera and drove off into the night.

Don’t ask me how, but I stood outside Her door. I knocked. This was the abode of Love, Truth told me to come here. The door opened, and a young woman stood before me. She was gorgeous and lovely despite the scars that were scattered across her face. She wore a white hat with a white trench coat and slacks. She smiled, “Hello, Kristian.”

“Hello.”

“Do come in,” she gestured as she made way for me to come through.

“Any idea why I have to even be here?” I remarked.

Love smiled, “You’re not the first to ask that, even in that manner. But don’t you worry, you will soon find out.”

I gulped down the guilt that sat in my throat, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s no issue, Kristian, I see now why my husband sent you here.”

“Your husband?” I spat in astonishment, “You’re married?”

Love chuckled and looked at me with her deep blue eyes, “We have been married for so many years, Kristian, we go back to the beginning of time.”

“Well, I didn’t know that,” I shrugged. “I’ve been fighting for the Truth for a long time. I finally met Him, and He gave me the cold shoulder. Guess I could at least got a handshake but anyway…”

“Kristian, You have been chasing Truth, and I admire that, but you haven’t chased the full Truth, only what you thought it was.”

“Huh?” I frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You can’t have the Truth without Love, and you can’t have Love without the Truth. They are married together. One without the other is not the entirety of their identity.”

“Okay, nice analogy, but the Truth is out there spreading the essential facts so that people can come to the light. What does Love have to do with it?”

“Well, Love is the reason why the Truth is out there risking His life so that people can be saved. Without Love, there’s no reason to spread the Truth, and without Truth, there’s no way to spread Love. Besides, you were really saving people when you blew them away with bullets, right?”

For the first time, the Truth stung me. But I also felt loved, and I realized that this couple worked amazingly together. I stared at Her beautiful face, trying to go beyond the innocent smile on her face.

“How did the scars come?”

Sadness crept into her eyes as she spoke, still smiling, “Every time someone rejects the Truth or me, it hurts…


It wasn’t long before I was back on the street, briskly walking towards my Pantera when a Rolls Royce stopped by. The chauffeur called to me, “Excuse me, I’m looking for a Kristian.”

“That would be me,” I replied with curiosity, “who’s asking?”

“I’ve been sent by Truth to collect you.”

I opened the door, and the Rolls Royce surged forward towards the night.

It wasn’t long before we arrived at a church. The sign Church of God is boldly portrayed at the entrance. The driver led me towards the door, which he opened and beckoned me to enter. There was a figure at the end of the auditorium, sitting on a high stool. He wore a trench coat and a hat.

“Welcome, Kristian,” the voice echoed from the silhouette, “I’m glad that you have been enlightened by the Truth.”

“Yeah, I guess. Didn’t know how it was supposed to be.”

“But now you know…” the figure got off the chair and walked towards me, “Now you must pledge your allegiance to me, testify that you will follow me and be my servant.”

“Huh?”

“You must bow down to me and pledge your allegiance,” the figure repeated as the light shone on the man who walked towards me. He wore a red trench coat and a bowler hat. This wasn’t the man I saw earlier on. But the man looked exactly like Truth.

“I can’t do that.”

The man smiled, “So, you’ve decided to choose the other side now, have you?”

“No,” I replied, “I’m still following the Truth, and that’s the reason why I can see through your fake pretense!”

Deception stared at me with hatred, his lips pursed in anger, “How dare you?”

“You don’t seem to stop your stupid protests, do you? Don’t you know that you will never win no matter how many surgeries you go for?”

“You will pay for your insolence!”

“Not as much as you will pay for your sins!”

“Grab him!” Deception pointed at me. The driver leaped towards me, and I stuck my hand into my pocket and grabbed my car keys. I pressed a button. The man grabbed me and held my hands behind my back. Deception walked towards me, “Today, you will learn of my power!”

The sound of a rumbling engine could be heard, louder and louder.

“What’s that?” Deception asked with annoyance. There was a spray of headlights before the stain-glass windows burst at the entrance of the Pantera that sailed into the auditorium. The car wiped out Deception, sending him airborne. The seats scattered as the Pantera landed and turned. The driver let go of my hands and fled. I walked to my car, climbed in, and sped through the glass doors into the night.

The Pantera sped across the tar roads, traveling under the moonlit sky. I smiled when I saw the white Buick shoot across the intersection ahead. I realized that the Truth was meant to save, not to destroy. It was to liberate, not to imprison. I really enjoyed the visit I had with Love, She knew so much. I learned a lot from her. But I really wished I noticed the military tank following me…

 

 

An Impersonation of Truth: Kristian Meets Truth

The figure darted from shadow to shadow in the dimly lit alley. He wore a hood that hid his facial features. He eventually arrived at the door he was hoping to arrive at. He knocked and waited. The peephole slid open.

“Who is it?” the voice grunted.

“It’s Deception.”

“What do you want?”

“I’m looking for Dr. Compromise.”

“Why?”

Deception removed a photo from his trench coat pocket and held it up for the doctor to see. It was a photo of Truth. “I know you’re a good surgeon, I need you to make me look like Him.”

The doctor grunted with humour, “You can never be Him, Dee. Never!”

“I know Doc, but if people thought I was Him, I would get more followers. Just tell me if you can do it.”

“What are you willing to give?”

“A thousand or more souls.”

“Come by tomorrow, we got a deal.”

The white Buick sped along the open road, Truth was heading towards Falcity, a town that seemed to need His presence. Lights in the distance caused Him to slow down as he came to a checkpoint. Officers were standing by. They came towards Him when he stopped by the boom gate. The officer came to his vehicle as Truth rolled down the window.

“Where you going?” asked the officer with a look of annoyance.

“Falcity,” replied Truth.

“Got some ID?”

“If you don’t know me, an ID won’t help.”

“Falcity has banned you,” said the officer with a threatening tone.

“Really?” Truth asked as he slid the gear to reverse.

“Yeah, they said if we ever saw you, we should blow you to bits,” said the officer. He snatched his revolver from his holster, but the Buick was already accelerating backward. Gunshots were fired as Truth turned the car around and sped off into the night. He looked into the rearview mirror and noticed two motorbikes following him, giving chase. Truth stepped harder on the gas pedal, and the car surged forward with a roar. Bullets ricocheted off the white bodywork, and gunshots echoed. A bend in the road appeared, and the white Buick drifted before straightening up, and the bikes followed in an awkward angle.

The distance between the Buick and the bikes were diminishing as they revved harder to catch up. In the distance ahead, a blue Pantera was parked in the middle of the road. Truth slammed the brakes, bring the Buick to a halt to avoid a collision. The bikes braked but couldn’t stop in time and turned to the left and right, causing the bikes to slide horizontally across the road. The door of the Pantera opened, and a man walked out. He pulled out an AK47 and rested it upon his right shoulder. The man wore denim jeans with trainers, a white t-shirt and a grey parka.

“What do we have here?” his snide remark stung the air.

The officer to his right got to his feet and reached for his gun. In a swift movement, the AK47 swung down, and a shot was blasted. The officer flew back, landing on the ground, unconscious. He spun around and shot at the bike that lay on top of the other officer. The bike blew up in flames. The man walked towards the white Buick as Truth rolled down the window.

“Hello, Truth! How are you tonight?”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Kristian,” he said as he offered his hand, “I’m a fan.”

Truth ignored the offer and reached into the console and pulled out a card and offered it to him. Kristian took the card and looked at it. On it was the name ‘Love’ and an address. The card was white, and so was the writing, which made him wonder how he could read it?

“What’s this?” Kristian asked.

“Please pay her a visit.”

“Why?”

“Because you seriously need to…”

“I don’t understand. The Truth is all I need.”

“Unless you fully know her, you cannot fully know me…”

 

 

An Impersonation Of Truth

The white 1950 convertible Buick Roadmaster slid into one of the many available spots outside the nightclub. The man climbed out and took a fresh breath of air. He had been the same since He began, traveling with the same car, it never broke down ever since.

It was midnight, and the loud pop music that radiated from inside the club seemed to hurt His ears. The man wore a black fedora hat that matched His leather trench coat. He walked with steady steps towards the door where a bouncer firmly stood. The bouncer stared at Him with intimidation, but He didn’t flinch.

“Can I help you?” asked the bouncer.

“No, I’m fine, thanks.” He replied as he moved towards the door, but the bouncer blocked his way.

“We don’t allow your kind around here.”

“That is exactly the problem,” He replied, “I’m here to change that, you guys need me.”

“Deception says that you’re bad for business. I don’t think we need you.”

“Now, why would he say that?” He asked.

“Deception knows what you do. He can’t stand you.”

“I’ll only be inside for a bit. Just got something to say.” He shrugged.

“I know who you are, “the bouncer said, “I said no!”

Truth sighed.

The door blew open at the weight of the bouncer as he crashed inside, the door sailed into the air before crashing into the speakers, destroying the sound equipment. The reverb was deafening as Truth walked through the startled crowd. The scantily dressed women on the stage stopped dancing, and the musicians stopped the music. The strobe lights continued to shoot rays of electronic beams across the club. Truth got onto the stage.

A murmur in the crowd began to simmer, “Hey, who’s this guy? Why is He crashing our party?”

“Ladies and gentlemen, I greet you all in the Truth of all things. I greet you in the intrinsic reality of our time. For what you hold isn’t true, nor is it tangible. It is entirely counterfeit. Deception has made a living by giving you the appearance of something non-existent. You have bought pleasures and lusts that only damage your soul. What you need is the Truth, nothing else.”

Someone in the crowd shouted out, “Get this guy out of here! He’s a judgmental hypocrite. A Pharisee!” The group raged in protest. “Who are you to judge?”

Truth raised his hands, “I’m not judging. I have not given a verdict. All I have stated are facts and historical information. All I’m saying is the Truth.”

“People don’t want the truth, my enemy!” the voice echoed from the balcony that hung across the top of the club. Truth looked up to Deception; he was an oversized man with a ghastly appearance. His face radiated evil with piercing black eyes that sometimes turned red. He wore a red bowler hat that matched his scarlet trench coat. He pointed at Truth with his gloved hand, “How dare you come into my territory and tell my people what to do? You don’t belong here anymore.”

“I’m here to give these people one last chance to turn to me. I believe there is still hope. What you are selling to them isn’t going to be there forever, it will fail.”

Deception roared with laughter, “By the time anyone figures anything out, it will be already too late!”

Truth gritted His teeth. “That only means you know that I win in the end.”

The smile on Deception’s face disappeared, “I really don’t know what’s your problem, Truth. I make these people happy, I give them good music, good stories, and lessons of life. I give them a good feeling deep down as well on the outside. No one needs to feel offended by you anymore. I am the future, and you know it.”

“As far as I am concerned, you have no future, you will be soon exterminated.”

Truth turned to the crowd again, “People listen to me, this world can’t give you anything worth your soul. The pleasures can’t satisfy you either. You have to turn to what is true.”

“Oh, shut up!” screamed a woman, “I love it here.”

Truth looked up at the balcony again to see Jezebel dressed in a red trench coat and a white hat. She leaned against the balustrades, stared at Truth with red eyes.

“Why am I not surprised?” Truth muttered.

Lust followed as well, and so did Heresy. Pride and Adultery appeared to find out what was going on. Idolatry and Lukewarm walked in with curiosity. They stared at Truth with hatred and anger.

“You don’t belong here,” they said in unison with an unearthly voice.

Jezebel pointed at the Truth, “People who follow me, you don’t need this man. He is here to stir up trouble and take away what God has given us. He seeks to divide us…”

“That’s not true!” protested Truth, “I’m here to warn you of the coming judgment, it will arrive soon, and you need to prepare for the Kingdom that will remain forever. Stop investing in this world, it’s going  to pass away!”

Jezebel raised her voice, “He seeks to take away what belongs to us! Rid the earth of him!”

The crowd shouted in an uproar and rushed towards Truth, who fled towards backstage, desperately trying to find a backdoor. Finding one behind the curtains, he kicked it down and escaped into the night. The crowd carried clubs and sticks as they chased after Him. They wanted to kill him.

Truth rushed around the building and made a beeline to his Buick. He jumped in, and the engine roared to life. He backed her out of the parking lot and sped to the exit. He could see the crowd chasing after him in his rearview mirror. He shook his head as he saw the sign that appeared at the entrance of the club: Church Of God