Called but are you careful?

 

Finish well!!

 

Called, But Careless

 

Called, But Careless

Chosen from the countless throng,
A leader's badge, a nation's song.
The crowd looked on, their hopes were tied
To shoulders strong, to hearts of pride.

Appointed hands, anointed feet,
They crossed the rivers, felt the heat.
The land was ripe the promise near,
Yet they returned with trembling fear.

They saw the giants, not the grace,
Forgot the God who'd run the race.
And in their mouths, the venom spread,
Until the dreams of millions bled.

Twelve were sent, but only two
Believed the Lord would see them through.
Ten returned with faithless breath,
And sealed their call with early death.

Oh, heavy hangs the sacred call,
Not light, not cheap, but weight of all.
To stand for Him when storms assail,
To live by faith, or else to fail.

May we, who bear His name today,
Not treat His trust as common clay.
For many called may see the land
But only few will fearless stand.

To shepherds bold and those who lead,
To those who preach, proclaim, and plead
The sacred call is not a crown,
But cross and fire that weigh us down.

We may be known, ordained, and praised,
By man uplifted, platform raised,
Yet still be found with trembling soul,
Unfit to reach the promised goal.

O Church, awake! Let pride give way
In every heart, in mine today.
For many serve, and many strive,
But only faith keeps fire alive.

The giants come, the battle waits,
Let faith, not fear, fill heaven’s gates.
O Lord, keep us with trembling awe
For we are judged by heaven’s law.

We call ourselves the chosen kind,
A royal priesthood, Heaven-assigned.
We sing, we serve, we gather near,
Yet harbour comfort, shield our fear.

We host the flame, but guard the spark,
Content to glow, yet not burn dark.
We started well, and still we try,
But sometimes walk with hearts half-dry.

O God, remind us once again
This sacred path is not pretend.
Not Sunday shows or titles worn,
But hearts renewed, and spirits torn.

So here I stand not pointing blame,
But crying out in Jesus’ name.
Refine me, Lord, from deep within,
That I may finish as I begin.

Your mercy, Lord, still calls my name,
Your blood, Your cross, still bear my shame.
So teach my heart to burn, believe,
To trust, to love, to still receive.

Not fear, but faith, let now arise—
A heart made pure before Your eyes.
Revive, O God, these hands once raised,
That I may end the race with praise.

I have not yet finished, but I press on,
That I may one day say: I fought, I ran, I kept the faith.

Geeba Benoie

The Weight We Carry

In the book of Numbers, God commanded Moses to send men to scout the land of Canaan one leader from each tribe (Numbers 13:1–2). Among approximately 600,000 men of Israel (Numbers 1:46), twelve were chosen.

Twelve men were handpicked, appointed, and entrusted with the future hope of an entire nation.

This was not a random selection. These were recognised leaders who already had respect, and responsibility. To be chosen out of 600,000 was not an accident but a sacred trust, a high calling, a weighty honour. And yet...they took it lightly.

They went into the land, saw the giants, and instead of holding onto the God who had called them, they shrank into fear. Instead of bringing back the courage that fuels faith, they carried back seeds of unbeliefand sowed them into the hearts of an entire nation.

They were called. They were chosen. But they forgot the weight of what it meant.

• Do we treat our calling lightly too?
• Do we stand amazed that the God of the universe would appoint us fragile, fallible humans for His kingdom work?
• Or have we grown casual with holy things?

Many want the honour of being seen as "called," but few carry the fear of the Lord that ought to come with it.

These twelve men started as the chosen few.
By the end of the story, ten of them died under God's judgment struck down by plague for their unfaithfulness (Numbers 14:36–37).

The call is serious. The trust is sacred. The stakes are eternal.

It is not enough to be called if we are not faithful.

It is not enough to start the journey if we do not walk it in faith.

It is not enough to scout the land if we refuse to trust the Lord to conquer it.

To be chosen is not a moment of pride it is a summons to die to self and live by faith.

The ten spies fell not because the task was too hard, but because their hearts were too small for the greatness of God's promise. 

So today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your heart.
Do not treat lightly the sacred trust He has placed upon you.
To be chosen is an invitation to walk the narrow way, where giants fall not by our strength, but by our surrender to God's.

We must carry the call with trembling hands and steadfast hearts.

Called, But Not Committed!!

 Scouting the Land

In the book of Numbers, chapter 13, a group of twelve men, leaders from each tribe were sent to spy out the Promised Land. They were chosen, appointed, and commissioned by God through Moses. This was no casual task. These men were trusted representatives. They had seen God's hand in Egypt, walked through the Red Sea, and eaten daily bread from heaven. They were part of the journey, part of the miracle.

But yet, when they returned, 10 out of the 12 brought back a report grounded in fear. Yes, the land was rich, fruitful, and abundant just as God had promised. But the obstacles? The giants? The fortified cities? Their focus shifted from God’s power to their own limitations.

Only Caleb (and later Joshua) stood with confidence, saying, “Let us go up at once and take possession, for we are well able to overcome it.” (Numbers 13:30). Caleb saw what they saw but remembered who God is.

The others? They discouraged the people. Their words sowed doubt, leading an entire generation to rebel and refuse to enter the land. And in the end, those ten men died by plague before the Lord (Numbers 14:37). Appointed but not faithful. Called but not courageous. Sent but struck down. This is a warning for us.

It’s possible to be called by God, sent on mission, even given spiritual authority and still miss the mark. Why? Because faith is not a costume we wear on the journey but a conviction we carry into battle.

Poem: The Ten Who Died

They walked the land with promise sure,
Where grapes hung heavy, rich and pure,
They scouted hills where giants tread
But came back bound in fear instead.

They’d seen the sea split wide in two,
Had tasted manna, morning dew,
Yet still their hearts were cold with dread,
And doubted what the Father said.

Appointed hands, with holy trust,
Became as ashes, lost to dust.(Numbers 14:37)
They spoke of doom, and spread despair,
As if God’s might was never there.

But Caleb stood with eyes alight,
He saw the giants but knew God's might.
His heart was full, not with the land,
But with the strength of God’s own hand.

Oh, may we learn from those who fell
The ones who thought they served God well.
For though we walk in sacred call,
Without pure hearts, we too may fall.

You may be chosen.
You may be gifted.
You may be on the journey.

Do not let fear rule your heart where faith should reign,
You risk falling short not because God failed,
but because you did not trust Him fully.

The call is not just to go, but to believe even when believing looks like leaping.

Bloom where God has planted you!!

 Bloom Where You Are

The desert rose blooms in the fiercest heat, 
It doesn't wish for the frangipani's sweet. 
The bougainvillea climbs with vibrant grace, 
Not longing for another’s place.

Yet here you are, your heart unsure, 
Measuring blooms you can't secure. 
But desert flowers do not compare
They thrive with beauty, unaware.

Your season’s not delayed or wrong, 
The Gardener’s timing is steady and strong. 
He’s growing roots beneath the sand, 
A story crafted by His hand.

So lift your face to the blazing skies, 
Drink in the grace your Maker provides.
In perfect time, your bloom will rise
Bold and bright before His eyes.

You are blooming under a faithful God, right on time.