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Happy Easter Sunday, folks.  Glory to Jesus! Our Saviour is risen! Death could not defeat Him. Hallelujah! Thanks for visiting this blog on this great day that commemorates the resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ. Your presence here has made my Easter celebration a lot more brighter. I want you to know that you are a specially crafted handiwork of Gof and it was because of you that Jesus died and arose again. I promised you guys something and I had to keep to my word.   I know I suck at writing a rhyming poetry, but I tried to give it a shot.  I hereby present to you my cringey, 'Easter-ish' poem. Read cautiously, yet meditatively. May the Lord open your eyes to see the spiritual implication of His resurrection. Amen. PART ONE THE UNDERWORLD MEETING: SHORTLY AFTER OPERATION ASSASSINATE-THAT-SON-OF-GOD FAILED! Huff, puff, grunt, and growl, The demon lord, Beelzebub, paces like a troll. 'Why, for all hell's sake, didn't our plan work? I thought killing h

GOOD FRIDAY SPECIAL PART ONE  We're going to play a game. Something akin to Virtual Reality games.  Imagine for a second that you aren't you (insert your name).  For the next few minutes, as you read this post, you are playing the role of Jesus Christ. But you'll have your own will and mind and an ability to do anything you want.  Cool, right? Well, we'll see about that... This time, you aren't performing yet another tantalizing miracle. You aren't on a mountain teaching a bunch of eager listeners who hang on to your every word as if their lives depend on it.  You are facing the reality of what has been predestinated by God all because of man's error—Your ridiculous, humiliating, gruesome death. Who will bell the cat? I'll take the lead. Now, I wear the Jesus-suit. I'm no more PeculiarPraise. I'm now Jesus.  PS: I'll be very real and sincere here. So some of you overly righteous people may say the way I'll react might be carna

Hey pal! What's up? And how have you been doing? Seriously, I know this blog has been so dry for a while now.  How ironic when I think back on how my new year resolution included me being consistent with blogging and sharing real life applications with my fans and friends.  Well, I guess that's the whole bane of resolutions. Use them for the first month, and then dump them into the basement of your life. Urgh! But no, sweet HS* won't let me rest. He's been nagging at me for a while now to write.  Even as I type out this blogpost, my phone's battery is low, and it's the witching hour (midnight, in case you're wondering). But I know He who gave me this assignment will help me. Amen. Oh, by the way, Happy New Month! April's fool mood in the air? Have you already been pranked? Have you pranked someone?  Hmmm... Is it even biblical to prank someone as a child of God? Think twice.  I'm guilty too, I'll admit.  I vividly recall how, years ag