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Monday, 18 June 2018

PRESCRIPTION FOR PEACE OF MIND.

June 18, 2018 0
PRESCRIPTION FOR PEACE OF MIND.

At almost every point in our lives we seek for absolute peace, calmness and quietness around us. We wish for a place of solace from the storm that is raging; in the midst of it we feel so helpless.

Don't be helpless. For storms come to build our faith in God.
As a Christian, challenges will come but always remember that God promised to be with you in the midst of trouble and revive you.  Remember His promises concerning that issue.

Finding all round peace especially peace of mind has become an unending quest for many.

And the way to finding lasting peace is from the WORD OF GOD; the BIBLE.

From scriptures, you find words that minister to you personally.

This particular scripture holds a formula for peace. I call it a prescription for peace of mind and heart.

PHILIPPIANS 4:6-7

"Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with  thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. 
And the peace of God, which  passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts  and minds through Christ Jesus."

Let's break down the scripture:

What are the chemicals listed in the formula/prescription?

1. Prayer : It means an address to God in word or thought.

2. Supplication : means to make a humble entreaty, to ask humbly and earnestly.

Combination of "BY PRAYER AND SUPPLICATION " means to humbly address God in word or thought in earnest.

3. Thanksgiving : means a prayer that expresses thanks to God, expressing gratitude.

What a wonderful formula!

- The first line in verse 6 is an admonition  to us "be careful for nothing " meaning stop being overly anxious for things. Stop worrying.

Jesus asked in Matthew 6:27 "Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?" 

Jesus, while in the ship with His disciples in Matthew 8:23-27, the storm raged so much that the disciples feared for their lives. But Jesus Christ was sleeping. Know one can convince me He didn't know there was a storm raging. Instead, He slept through it; He was at peace in the midst of it. Wow!

So, why worry?

Instead, :

- Pour out your heart to God in prayer and supplication.

Matthew 11:28 says "Come  unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden,  and I will give you rest."

Rest means having absolute peace. The challenge is there but you have rest of mind and heart to walk through it knowing God is with you.

- Also, thank God for His blessings. Remember "with thanksgiving" from our anchor scripture.

Your prayer starts with thanksgiving and ends with thanksgiving.

Thank God for bringing you this far.
Thank Him for the breakthroughs.
Thank for answered prayers.
Thank Him for the ones He is answering.
Thank Him remembering all what He has done.

Count your BLESSINGS!

- Speak the word over your life, over that challenge day after day.

A verse or verses of the Bible that speaks to your mind concerning that challenge and make it part of your life.

Jesus said in John 14:27 "Peace I leave with you, my peace I give  unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you.  Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be  afraid."

Apply this formula in your life. Take the prescription given and have peace.

Prayer + supplication + thanksgiving = Peace (of hearts and minds).


Shalom!


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Thursday, 14 June 2018

FROM MY BALCONY. Part 2

June 14, 2018 0
FROM MY BALCONY. Part 2

I wouldn't call it a coincidence but in a way it was; for I got to meet 'the woman with the baby again'.

You remember the woman with a baby I sighted from my balcony, who was so distorted that I wished I had asked her what troubled her?

Well, I met her again. She looked better than last time. Her hair was plainted in a neat weaving, the navy blue gown she wore brought out her beautiful figure. She looked really good.

She was the one that actually recognized me and approached with a lovely smile on her face.

At first I was taken aback by who could the stranger be.
I responded to her greeting and she introduced herself.
She said her name is Gloria. She came to the town junction to get baby food.

I then asked her the question I wished I had asked her the first time I met her.
Why were you looking so haggard, troubled and confused that day?

This is her story :

She lost her husband four months ago and was buried a month before I met her.
She married for only two years and has a six months old baby.

Her husband got sick after being out with friends. The doctor diagnosed poisoning. He developed stomachaches, couldn't keep food down in his system.
Everything was done to save him but it didn't work. One day he just vomited over and over again still he gave up.

Honestly, I felt her pain. Losing at 25 years old  wasn't something anyone prayed for.

She continued by telling me that her husband's people took over the husbands affairs. Seized the ATM cards; got the pin code from her and emptied the bank accounts.

All in the name of 'they are putting things in place for the burial'. Seriously?

After the burial, things became worse. She barely had food to eat. She and the late husband lived the family compound, so she was constantly humiliated.

It got to a point where she was asked to choose any of her husband's brothers to remarry. I couldn't believe my ears; in this age and time, this was still going on. Unbelievable!

She bluntly refused. She was told that if she ever decides to remarry outside the family that she would have to forgo her son.

Honestly, her suffering increased left, right and centre. Till she couldn't bare it anymore. She began to plot her escape.
An opening came and she left; which was the first time I met her.

She's back at her father's house and recovering marvelously well.
Her father helped her secure a teaching job at a newly established nursery school at her village.

I really admired her for picking up her life and living again; in which I told her so.
She responded by saying "it's not been easy, but I had to live for my son. God has really helped me and used my family to support me".

I got her phone number and even added two to three things to her baby food shopping.

Saturday, 9 June 2018

THINGS I LEARNED MY 1ST YEAR OF MARRIAGE

June 09, 2018 0
THINGS I LEARNED MY 1ST YEAR OF MARRIAGE

As many of you know, David & I celebrated our 1 Year Wedding Anniversary a couple days ago!! So exciting! In honor of that milestone and celebration, I wanted to share with you some of the things I learned my 1st year of marriage.

The Little Things Matter
I can’t stress this enough! Over the past year I’ve definitely learned how important it is to do sweet little things for my husband. This can be any number of things depending on what you and your spouse like! It can be a sweet text during the day or cooking his favorite meal. You can stop by his work to say hi & make sure you give him a hug and kiss when you both get home. These simple gestures really go a long way. They help your partner feel loved and appreciated and valued.
David knows I loveeee flowers! He surprises me with them all the time and they’re always personalized in some way to the types and colors I like. It means a lot to me that he does this because he really pays attention to what I like and goes out of his way to be sweet! Here are the gorgeous anniversary flowers he got me!
Make Financial Decisions Together
I know I’ve talked about about finances several times before & that’s because it is SO important in life and in marriage! I’ve learned that making big financial decisions together prevents a lot of arguments and fighting. One reason finances are so essential to your marriage happiness is because they can be some of the most stressful pieces. Managing your money as a couple can either make or break you. David and I make ALL major (and sometimes just minor) financial decisions together. This way, we know and agree on what we’re spending our hard earned money on! These are money jars we use to collect spare change in throughout the year.

Let God Be In Control
Although I’ve learned this, it’s something I have to be reminded of from time to time. Don’t try to take care of and control everything yourself. Being married is F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S, don’t get me wrong, but it’s also something brand new. There are going to be situations and frustrations and struggles that come your way in your marriage, & it’s important to let Him bear those. I have to learn this the hard way sometimes because I have a hard time not being in control. But when David & I let go and let God, things go so much smoother!

Patience Is A Virtue
David is MUCH better at this than me, but I try my best! I’ve actually learned a lot about being patient from David because he’s a literal champ at it. I’ve really learned this 1st year of marriage just how important patience is. When I’m not patient, all it does is make situations worse. Although I knew David pretty well before we got married, living in the same household after getting married is a learning experience. We both do many things differently, so patience is key in learning how to compromise and work together in your marriage.


Make Time For Each Other
During this 1st year of marriage I’ve really learned that you have to intentionally make time for your your husband. I’m sure your schedule get hectic and crazy just like ours. With that said, you simply must make your time together purposeful and intentional. We sneak time in together with each other whenever we can. A few minutes snuggling before we get up for work, grocery shopping together (yes, grocery shopping can be fun!), whatever we have to do to be together. I don’t know about you, but I get cranky when I don’t get to see David, so time together is very important to me!
This 1st year of marriage has taught me so many things! I love being able to learn these things with my sweet husband by my side. One year down, many more to go!

Written by Kendra.


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Monday, 28 May 2018

MY MEMORIES OF CHILDREN'S DAY CELEBRATION

May 28, 2018 0
MY MEMORIES OF CHILDREN'S DAY CELEBRATION


I remember most of my children's day celebration vividly like its yesterday. Its always been one of my favourite holiday back then as a child; even now i will definitely stay clued to the television to watch the 'march past' and cultural displays.
The 'march past' being one i was always involved in. Putting in all my effort like my life depended on it. Days of rehearsals unending and i being eventually choosed to be infront of the school banner; leading the school to march past the governor of the state or who represents him in the event.

My school uniform well ironed with no fault on it, sandals polished with white socks. My hair neatly done that i was always being teased as carrying Christmas tree on my head because of the colourful beads.

The 'D' day arrives, 8Am am already at school. Our games master counts the number of children boarding the school bus and we head off to the stadium. The atmosphere is charged up with competitive spirit of different schools competing for first prize.


First, march past by the Military, Nigeria police, Air force etc. The turn of shools to march past comes and off we  march. As we approached where the governor is standing to receive salute from us, i would yell "eyes right !!!" And all our heads will turned right with a salute with left hand swinging; what a moment.


Finally, march past and cultural displays is over; awaiting the results. Snacks and drinks being given to us but i will always eat extra because of the pocket money i went with.
Well, the time for the announcement finally comes and most times we took the first prize or the second prize.

All the same, the day always ended well.


Happy children's day.


Picture credit: Google.





Saturday, 26 May 2018

...AND SHE PRAYED AGAIN

May 26, 2018 0
...AND SHE PRAYED AGAIN

In the year 2006, i took seriously ill in boarding school that i had to be sent home to my mother. Something i didn't really like because of the financial constraints she had; we had to move from one part of the town to another part to enable her pay rent comfortably and reduce some of her expenses.
So, i didn't want to increase it for her but all the same i was sent home.

I was high with fever that you could feel the heat coming out of my body, headache, body aches and appetite was gone. My mum did all she could for days and nights nothing worked. She prayed; anointed me with oil, feet washing and  used the mantle. Nothing still worked.

She resorted to calling her sister and brother in-law who are medical practitioners. They too ran all the test, gave me all forms of medication to atleast bring down my fever but it didnt work. I was weak, no food eaten; surviving on glucose D and ORS (oral rehydration solution). In the pain of it all, God still kept me.

Prayers was being offered on my behalf by people my mum had called. She too was not relenting her efforts. I could hear her praying and crying; my heart broke.

Then one evening, i was being laid on the palour floor while my mum was seated on a chair reading her Bible.
All of a sudden, she got up abruptly; went inside her bedroom, came out and placed her tithe booklet on my chest. She then sat on the floor and began praying in our dialet (Ibibio).

The prayer went thus: "My God( Abasi mmi), thank you for my daugther Uduakobong. For her life i thank you. Thank you for being the Father to the fatherless and the reliever of the widow. Thank you for her life has not been lost even in this condition. My father, i have done all i can do. Nothing is working. Father, i am reminding You of Your word that says if i pay my tithes that You will rebuke the devourer for my sake, that my fruits shall not be destroyed and my vine will not cast its fruits before her time. My Father, this is the evidence that i pay my tithes( she laid hands on the tithe booklet on my chest) . I know you are a God that keeps to Your word. So, rebuke this devourer in my daughters body, she cannot die before her time. You are the father to the fatherless and You can do more than her earthly father if he were to be alive. My Father, proof Your  Word in the live of my daughter."

I didn't hear her say Amen. She just sat there and cried then got up and went to her room.

It wasn't up to five minutes, i felt as if cold water was poured on me and i broke out in sweat. Strength returned. I got up, sat. The first thing i said to one of my sisters was " bring me food am hungry".

Food was brought. Another of my sister went to tell mum i was eating. She came out to see for herself. I informed her i was healed.

I returned to school the following Monday and that affliction on my health was broken completely.



Praise God!

Thursday, 24 May 2018

WHY I AM STOPPING NEGATIVE SELF TALK

May 24, 2018 0
WHY I AM STOPPING NEGATIVE SELF TALK

I feel so gross.
I said that, well thought that, to myself this morning as I looked in the mirror after getting off the scale. I have been practicing that negative self talk for some time now.  I am by no means fat. I have a few extra pounds on me after having my son a year ago. I have been making healthier choices and working out but it’s not going away quickly. It’s discouraging and frustrating and at times, clearly, affects my self esteem.
The day didn’t get any better as I got dressed and didn’t like anything I tried on. I pouted before settling on an outfit and heading out the door, my son on my hip. I ran my errands, feeling sorry for myself but not showing it outwardly.

Then I hopped on Instagram and saw a picture of Kylie Jenner, posed for some magazine, looking like, well, a model. I thought, Ok, not fair, she had a baby like a few months ago right?! She already looks better then me. Then it hit me, why am I comparing myself to Kylie Jenner? Her body is her job, her livelihood, of course she looks better then me. She probably has private chefs and people smacking the pizza out of her hand at every turn. She has a personal trainer who gets her up to work out . AND she has everyone in the world watching her right now, of course she looks good.
Then I thought about my negative self image a little more. I wasn’t just comparing myself to Kylie, I was comparing myself (unnecessarily) to all the women around me. For what? Does it matter to my kids that mom has a little extra pounds on her? When I speak negatively about myself out loud, in front of my girls ( I know, wtf ) they always look confused. You’re not fat, my step daughter tells me and I know she means it because she is not one to mince words.  Do I really think my son cares? I’m mom to him, kinda chubby, kinda skinny, in all my forms, mom. They really don’t give a shit.
And let me tell you, my husband really doesn’t care either. He cares that I don’t feel good about myself, not that my jeans are a little tighter. He cares about the example I am setting for our girls. He cares if I put the toilet paper on wrong (for the record, I had no idea there was a wrong way to put the toilet paper on, but apparently, it’s a big deal.)
After coming to this realization I instantly starting being more kind to myself. I am stopping with the negative self talk. I am not comparing myself to others. I am giving myself a little grace. I grew, birthed, and breastfed a human this past year. I cared for 3 tiny humans in my home this year. All those tiny humans are thriving. I poured into my marriage and my husband and I are doing great. I am looking at all of the things I am doing well, instead of the one area I thought I was doing poorly.
This positive self talk is something I am making a conscious effort to do from now on. I am going to say one kind thing about myself when I wake up tomorrow, and every morning. For example: Hey Megan, you have really nice boobs, even after breastfeeding two kids. Or: Hey girl, your is naturally blond and you only have to spend $30 on a haircut when most women have to get a cut and color for $150.
But seriously, I am more then that number on the scale. I am not lesser of a woman, mother, wife if I have a little extra weight on me. I am still going to continue to make better choices and exercise. I want to be healthy, body and mind, all of them together.

Written by Megan Jaw
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Monday, 21 May 2018

THE GARDENER.

May 21, 2018 0
THE GARDENER.

A story is told of a gardener who served in a large estate in northern Italy. The garden was well-groomed and tended to,that visitors came just to see the garden. 
On this particular day, the gardener was conducting a visitor through castle and beautiful garden. Lunch time came and the gardener invited the visitor join him and wife.

The visitor commended them for the tending to the garden so beautifully. He then asked, "By the way, when was the last time the owner was here?"
"About ten years ago." The gardener replied.
"Then why do you keep the gardens in such an immaculate, lovely manner?" Asked the visitor.
The gardener replied, "Because am expecting him to return." 
"Is he coming next week?"
The gardener replied, "I don't know when he is coming, but I am expecting him today."

The owner of the estate didn't come back that day. And the gardener was still tending to its owners garden.
This story applys to us as Christians to tend for our lives and the lives of others while waiting for our Lords return.

The period of waiting for the Lords return, is a time we should engage in active service to God. Beginning with our selfs; taking out the weeds in our lives. Its a time to win souls for the Lord. It is a time for spiritual awakening. 
Luke 19:13 says "...occupy till I come." 

The day and time of our Lords return has not been us (John 14:2-3). How the the Lord's return will be has been told us and one of it is from 1Thessalonians 4:14-18

"For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them  also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive  and remain unto the coming of  the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with  the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive  and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet  the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words."

Many have said He is no longer coming. The have made a mockery of His return. (2Peter 3:3-4).
As Born-again Christians we should not be moved and distracted by all the going on. Remain steadfast. Let your life-style be a reflection of Jesus that attracts others to Him. Just be ready for His return. 

For those of us who are not in Christ or have backslided or still struggling with secret sins, its not late to be ready for Him too. 

1. Admit that you are a sinner. (Romans 3:23)

2. Repent now. (Acts 3:19, 1 John 1:19)

3. Believe that Jesus died for you and God loves you. (Romans 5:8)

4. Invite Jesus into your life through the prayer of faith and if you have prayed this prayer before, you just need to rededicate your life back to Jesus. (Revelations 3:20)

Congratulations! 


Saturday, 19 May 2018

DIARY OF A PASTOR'S WIFE. EPISODES 2 & 3

May 19, 2018 0
DIARY OF A PASTOR'S WIFE. EPISODES 2 & 3

Episode 2.

I was still devastated with the thoughts of Ifeoma and my husband David. After I watched the kids sleep, I strolled into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea.
Just after I poured the milk in a mug, I felt someone was in the kitchen too. I looked back, quickly surprised.
“Welcome Madam,” she said, almost stuttering.
I slowly poured the hot water from the flask into the mug, stirred it a bit and sipped.
Then I noticed a protruded stomach, she had tried to cover it with her handbag.
“Are you pregnant Ifeoma? you look it.” I asked in a soft tone.
Her expression was in earnest. “Yes madam, didn’t pastor tell you? I am pregnant for him, we are expecting a child.”
Her voice had a tremor in it, even though her face was bold and firm.
Her words were like the score of a sharpened blade across my heart. I sensed the wound gape open even before she’d finished speaking.
“You were sleeping with my husband while I was away?”
“I am sorry madam, I think pastor is in the best place to answer that question. it was an agreement."
She said calmly and walked out of the kitchen, making a flappy sound with her shoes.
I stood there for moments like a mannequin, the tea cup in my hands, and then my eyes right at the door.
The sound of my ringing tone brought me back from the shock I had.
“Hello Ekom?”
“Yes, Lizzy,” I responded with a sigh of relieve.
“Thank God I have been able to reach you, I have been dialing your American lines but not going through.” she sounded a bit terrified.
“well, I am back in Nigeria now. I came in this morning. Is everything fine?”
“Not at all, pastor brought your girl for maternity scan at my clinic last weekend. What’s that her name again?”
“Ifeoma?”
“Iyaaa, Ifeoma. I was shocked to see her all over him like they were lovers. What is happening?”
Tears rolled down my eyes as Lizzy went on talking about things that went on while I was away. Something flared deep in my eyes, but my lips remained sealed.
I was stricken silent, but the thud of my heartbeat sounded like cannon fire in my ears.

Episode 3
I wanted to talk to David. When I knew he was home I decided to go to our bedroom.
“May I come in?” My expression inscrutable, I walked into the room when I noticed that someone was having a bath, without waiting for a reply.
Then I saw David on the bed, he was almost half naked, partly covered with the duvet.
He stared at me, slightly muzzy headed after being woken abruptly.
“We have to talk,” I said, almost whispering.
“I know.” he said.
“Who is in the bathroom?”
“oh, it’s Ifeoma.”
“Ifeoma now uses our bathroom?” I looked at David and suddenly wished the look in his eyes meant guilt and shame.
“Yes. She is having my baby.”
“I am aware David. But why have you taken yourself so down?”
“I am a human being Ekom!” He said huskily, raising his voice.
“So I am what? Am I not a human being too? I went to America with the church’s name, with the family name. I went there to make a name for us! To get Hills of grace ministries a branch in Houston takes so many churches years, but I used my charisma, and did that in few months…..”
“What I mean is…..” He faltered. But my heart was going wild.
“let me finish!” I screamed!
Just after a pause, Ifeoma came out of the bathroom, she had my towel tied around her.
“Who gave you my towel?” I asked meanly.
“I did.” David replied.
“Ifeoma, why were you sleeping with my husband while I was away? You were paid to take care of the kids, and clean the house” The look I gave and my voice tone practically froze the blood in her veins.
I walked steps by steps towards her, dragged the towel off her body, leaving her naked.
“Aunty please….” she whimpered.
“Did you remember all the good things I did for you and your family while you were having sex with my husband! did you?” I held her neck forcefully while David ran and held me backward.
They both sensed the tension in the room and ran out.
Slowly I let out the breath I was holding.
leaning back on the luxurious upholstery, I let a smile steal my lips like the sun peeping from behind the cloud. God was watching, and I needed to talk to him.

TO BE CONTINUED


WRITTEN BY Vicky Bon Uzuazor
(Posted with permission from her)

Friday, 18 May 2018

DIARY OF A PASTOR'S WIFE. EPISODE 1

May 18, 2018 0
DIARY OF A PASTOR'S WIFE. EPISODE 1

That morning, my husband David came to pick me at the airport. He was dry faced and tensed, very unusual. Other times, David would be so excited to come pick me, he would kiss me and hug me passionately, but now, everything became different.
“You kept me waiting for hours in there,” I said, gazing angrily at him. “Don’t tell me it’s traffic honey, today is Saturday.”
“I am sorry, I had to pick the kids from summer lessons, and then rush to church to counsel a few couples.”He said soothingly. “You now prepare the kids for school, What happened to Ifeoma? She is the kid’s nanny.”
“And you are the kids mom!” He screamed suddenly. “You’ve been away from your family for 5months Ekom, the kids don’t even talk about you anymore.” David deliberately slowed his breathing in a bid to calm himself down.
I was silent for a while. My lips quivered, but David ignored that he saw tears glistening in my eyes.
Catching his eyes as he tried to look at me, I sensed a shiver of unease goes through him. He was right, I was away from my family for four months or more, I had women’s conference and hundreds of women to mentor in Houston. It was a moment I didn’t want to miss. Then I broke the silence; “What of Ifeoma?”
David looked uncertain. “she fell ill, so I asked her to go see Doctor Dennis.”
We were both quiet until we got home.
I sat on my bed now, I slipped off my slippers and sank my feet into the rug and decided to keep them sunk in so that my toes would feel cushioned. So that a part of me would feel safe.
“Mummy!” my daughter screamed, breathing deeply.
She smuggled into my arms and I grabbed her tight to myself.
“where is your sister?” I whispered into her ears.
“She is sleeping.”
Not long I heard tiny foot running along the corridor that led to my room. “mummy, mummy…” She jumped on me and kissed me on my cheeks, leaving me in the sweet comfort of motherhood.
They looked so healthy and chubby.
“what has Aunty Ifeoma and Daddy been feeding you with?”
“Golden mourn and banana porridge!” they chorused shrilly.
“Mummy, Church people said that you are no longer daddy’s wife.” My first daughter Teye said, her eyes became sad. Deep and sad.
“Aunty Ifeoma now sleeps in daddy’s room.” Mfon the youngest said.
My heart jumped, I knew at that moment, that there were stories In their eyes that I was yet to know.

TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW

WRITTEN BY VICKY BON UZUAZOR 
(Posted with her permission)

Thursday, 17 May 2018

THE MAN WITH SIX FINGERS AND SIX TOES.

May 17, 2018 0
THE MAN WITH SIX FINGERS AND SIX TOES.
image source: Google
Have you ever read in the Bible about the man with six fingers and six toes? I bet you haven't.

Now, he was from the family of giants; probably between 7 feet (2.13cm) and 9 feet (2.72cm) in height. He fought many wars with the children of Israel.
2 SAMUEL 21:20
And there was yet a battle in Gath, where was a man of  great  stature, that had on every hand six fingers, and on every foot six toes, four and twenty in number; and he also was born to the giant.

Much hasn't been recorded of him in the Bible but we can find him being mentioned again in 1 Chronicles 20:6. 

Scientifically, the unique condition he had is called polydactyly. According to Wikipedia, its defined:

Polydactyly or polydactylism (from Greek πολύς (polys), meaning 'many', and δάκτυλος(daktylos), meaning 'finger'),[1] also known as hyperdactyly, is a congenital physical anomaly inhumans and animals resulting in supernumerary fingers and/or toes.

Well in the end, this 'man of great stature' rebeled against Israel and he was slayed by David's nephew; Jonathan.

Tuesday, 15 May 2018

YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT GOD? HERE IS HOW.

May 15, 2018 0
YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT GOD? HERE IS HOW.

                   

First, read the 📖 BIBLE. Don't stick to one version of the Bible; use King James version, New international version, Good News version, Amplified version, etc Get an indept knowledge of Him personally.

Secondly, read 📚 books authored by men of God. Like, David Oyedepo, Kenneth Copeland, Kathryn Kulman, Kenneth Haggin, Enoch Adeboye, Gloria Copeland etc.

Thirdly, attend a Bible believingchurch that preaches the true word of God and recognises Jesus Christ as Lord and Saviour. Also get close to the Pastor and ask questions.

Fourthly, Accept Jesus as your personal Lord and saviour and confess your sins and guilt to Him. For He is the way to God the Father.

Finally, ask the help of the Holy Spirit. For he teaches, guides, directs etc.
Make reading of the Word of God(Bible) become a daily, hourly habit and pray without ceasing. 

Please know that, knowing God is more than believing in His existence but having a personal relationship with Him. 



Also, being BORN-AGAIN (salvation) is a personal choice.
To know more of God is a decision only you can make. No one will force it on you and God won't do same.

The choice is yours to make; to know Him more. Why don't you invite Him into your life now.

God bless us. 

Sunday, 13 May 2018

THE MAN WITH TWO FACES .

May 13, 2018 0
THE MAN WITH TWO FACES .


Have you ever heard of the man with two faces?
Am not talking about conjoined twins but two different faces on one head; one male and the other female.

Such was the case of Edward Mordake (also Mordrake). History has it that he was born in the nineteenth century, an heir to an English nobility but had an extra face at the back of his head.



Medical science could not diagnose his rare deformity; it was simply termed as a case of craniopagus parasiticus, a very serious form of parasitic twin, or a form of diprosopus.

Edward was said to have asked his doctors to remove his other face but it was declined by his doctors. He ended up committing suicide at the age of 23.

Here is Anomalies and Curiosities of Medicine 's account of Edward.

"One of the weirdest as well as the most melancholy stories of human deformity is that of Edward Mordake, said to have been heir to one of the noblest peerages in England. He never claimed the title, however, and committed suicide in his twenty-third year. He lived in complete seclusion, refusing the visits even of the members of his own family. He was a young man of fine attainments, a profound scholar, and a musician of rare ability. His figure was remarkable for its grace, and his face – that is to say, his natural face – was that of an Antinous But upon the back of his head was another face, that of a beautiful girl, "lovely as a dream, hideous as a devil." The female face was a mere mask, "occupying only a small portion of the posterior part of the skull, yet exhibiting every sign of intelligence, of a malignant sort, however." It would be seen to smile and sneer while Mordake was weeping. The eyes would follow the movements of the spectator, and the lips "would gibber without ceasing." No voice was audible, but Mordake avers that he was kept from his rest at night by the hateful whispers of his "devil twin", as he called it, "which never sleeps, but talks to me forever of such things as they only speak of in Hell. No imagination can conceive the dreadful temptations it sets before me. For some unforgiven wickedness of my forefathers I am knit to this fiend – for a fiend it surely is. I beg and beseech you to crush it out of human semblance, even if I die for it." Such were the words of the hapless Mordake to Manvers and Treadwell, his physicians. In spite of careful watching, he managed to procure poison, whereof he died, leaving a letter requesting that the "demon face" might be destroyed before his burial, "lest it continues its dreadful whisperings in my grave." At his own request, he was interred in a waste place, without stone or legend to mark his grave."

Songs, novels and movie have been written and made about Edward Mordake; the man with two faces.




Source: Wikipedia
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Friday, 11 May 2018

THE BRONZE SERPENT

May 11, 2018 0
THE BRONZE SERPENT

The children of Israel were saved because they fixed their eyes on the bronze serpent (Numbers 21:8-9) and those who didn't perished.
The bronze serpent on the pole represents Jesus. He even spoke about it in John 3:14-15.

So, fix your eyes on Jesus and you shall be saved. He is the way to getting all your needs met.

For in Jesus, you have life in abundance.
For in Jesus, you wake up everyday and you just smile knowing He is the reason for your smile.
For in Jesus, you walk head up high knowing He is working something out in your favour.
For in Jesus, even in the midst of the storm you know you will not be harmed nor broken.

Hallelujah!

Don't loose focus!


Wednesday, 9 May 2018

FROM MY BALCONY

May 09, 2018 0
FROM MY BALCONY


I was on the balcony of my apartment enjoying the evening breeze. The building which houses my apartment is two poles from the community junction. Watching the coming and goings. The street hawkers being patronized.

A young woman with a baby, probably in her late 20's caught my attention; for she appeared to be worried,confused and tired. I wondered what seem to be her challenge.

She stooped an okada man (a commercial motorcyclist), talked to him pleadingly but the man abruptly drove away. At this point,she was in tears;her baby began to cry.

My attention was shifted to her appearance to at least know if she was mentally alright. She wore a pink skirt with a purple blouse, the white shoes she wore was torn on the fronts and sides, the turban on her head was dirty for she even removed it to wipe her baby's nose and placed it back on her head. Her nails were dirty with charcoal rubbed on her hands, the skirt and blouse on her body had black stains and she carried a 'Ghana must go' bag; she seem fine to me.

At first,she looked as though she had no idea of where to go and that had made me think she was probably mentally unstable; including her appearance. As I had gone down from my balcony, moved close to hear her conversation with another okada man. I realized she knew exactly where she was heading.

She stopped another okada man;now I was interested on why she stopped so many and they all drove off. I moved closer to hear their conversation. I caught up with her saying she was with only 200 naira but had 100 naira to pay. I paid for her fare;between sobs she thanked me and went her way.

Why she looked like the weight of this world was on her;I do not know. I wish I had asked.


NOTE: There is a continuation of this story and it's written by me. 

Tuesday, 17 April 2018

DON'T BACK DOWN.

April 17, 2018 0
DON'T BACK DOWN.

Luke 18:1-8 speaks about a widow who wouldn't give up on her request to the cities judge. She kept on going before him each passing day with her request until he granted it. 

God wants us to have this kind of determination and persistence. He won't come from heaven and take the step for us; we have to first make a move and then leave the rest for Him to perform. 

Things don't just go away, you make them go.
Things don't just happen, you make them happen.
Leonardo Da Vinci said "it had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things". 

Don't sit around and wait; go out, get up and take your possessions. 
With continuous pressing, persistence and determination coupled with unceasing prayers on that purpose; with all amount of focus, you will get your desire. 


Monday, 8 January 2018

HUSBANDS AND WIVES STOP WASTING YOUR TIME PRAYING

January 08, 2018 0
HUSBANDS AND WIVES STOP WASTING YOUR TIME PRAYING


Benson and his wife don't sit next to each other during Church services.
Even when going to Church services, they go in different vehicles; and when they travel in the same car, it is usually a very quiet and uncomfortable ride.

Benson sat at his usual spot in the Church service; the fourth line on the far left row. 

His wife sat on the center row.

The Pastor took to the podium.
*"Husbands, stop wasting your time praying"* the Pastor began.

The congregants got alarmed. No one expects to hear a pastor saying prayer is a waste of time.

I am not here to discourage you to pray, but to encourage you to pray right.

Husbands, stop wasting your time praying if you are not treating your wives well.

You come to church driving your expensive cars, giving your offerings and tithes, active in Church, some of you are Church leaders; but how are you treating your wife?

You may look good to us Church members, but it is your wife and children that know who you truly are" said the Pastor.

Benson turned to face his wife. She looked at him. Benson could see her eyes.
Her left eye swollen from the blow he gave her last week when she confronted him about his alcoholism, pornography use and mischievous behavior.

People couldn't tell she had a black eye because of the make up she had on, so well done.

The Pastor continued, "People have perfected the art of cover up. Here in Church, so many are hurting but you wouldn't know.

People come here wearing their nice clothes, shiny smiles, they are active in ministry but hurting a lot in their marriage.

"We have become numb and plastic, brushing things under the carpet. But today we shall heal; and shall address those wounds we hide."

The Pastor cleared his throat and continued, "Many of those who are hurting their spouses are using the church to hide.

They think that because they give offering s and tithes, because they make public prayers, because they read the Word or because they hold a Church leadership position that they are right with God. God is also interested in what you do in your marriage and in your family.

The Word says that when you treat your wife badly, it hinders your prayers. Men, you claim to be prayerful?

Hear this, "Your first ministry is your home. Stop trying to blackmail God with your service in Church yet you are mean and hurtful towards your spouse."

Many of the members of the congregation got restless and unsettled.

The Pastor continued, "Many of those who are being hurt by their spouse hide their pain and want to project an image that all is well to validate that they are blessed and in control.

Some of you are active in Church to run away from the pain in your marriages".

The congregation was silent. 

Some straightening their ties, others fidgeting with their Bibles, adjusting their sitting position.

This pastor was preaching truth and it was uncomfortable.

The Pastor continued, "The husbands are not the only ones guilty here... Wives, don't you know the Bible says when your husband found you he found good virtuous woman and you brought favour?

Then why are you the source of your husband's headache and stress? Have you been so toxic that you have turned your prayerful husband into a prayer-less one?

Do you make him regret marrying you because you bring more complications than he had before marrying you?

How you treat your husband can be a stumbling block in his walk with God or an environment that encourages growth.

Many of you wives married your individual husbands primarily because of their relationship with God, so why are you now destroying their relationship with God instead of celebrating and nurturing it?

Why are you being a burden to your husband emotionally, spiritually, socially, sexually and financially instead of being one who brings favour?"

Benson's wife looked at her husband. Benson looked at her, and she looked away.

The Pastor paused to drink his glass of water.

And he continued, "When I am thirsty, I drink a glass of water.

When your spouse gets thirsty, will you allow God to use you to bless your spouse?

You've been told many sermons that focus on you as an individual, that God will make you prosper as an individual.
I am here to tell you your blessings are tied to people, you are blessed to be a blessing to others. Our God is not an individualistic God.

Your blessing is tied to your marriage, your family. It's not about you; it is about Jesus and Jesus is about love.

What good is it to prosper and be successful when you have no love? It is all vanity.

God cares about your family, how you treat your spouse and children"

Silence. Silence. Silence...

"Yes, we pray. But what kind of prayers does your spouse pray because of you?

When your spouse prays, is it largely to cry to God because of the hurt you bring?

Is it to plead with God to change you from the monster you've become?

Is it to plead for grace to deal with how difficult you are? Or is to give thanks for you?"

Silence. Silence as grave yard

"Are you really prayerful? Do you really value prayer? What is prayer?

Then why is it that many of you find it easy to come to us pastors for us to pray with you as an individual, you find it is easy to pray in public, in a Church service or Bible study, but find it so hard to pray with your spouse?

Isn't that telling of what is going on in your marriage? Don't you know that the more you pray with your spouse the stronger your marriage will be?

But how can you find it easy to pray with a spouse you hurt or who hurts you?"

The Pastor paused and looked at the congregation. Eyes staring at him.

"I challenge you. I challenge you to pray with your spouse and to treat your spouse well.  You must save your home, your marriage, your love!

Husbands, you are the head of the home. I challenge you to stand up and go to where your wife is and pray with her as a start of a more prayerful chapter in your marriage.

Don't do it because I asked you to but because you want to. Your choice"

One by one, the husbands present stood up.

Benson stood up too.

Benson walked to where his wife was.
The face of Benson's wife overwhelmed with love, she looked on as her husband walked to her.
She almost stood up but he gave hand gestures at her to stay seated.
Benson reached where she sat. Their eyes met.
Benson knelt down. He stared at her then kissed her swollen left eye.
"I am sorry" he said.
"Can I pray with you?" He asked.
She got up from her seat and knelt down too.

There, on the floor as the Church service was still ongoing, husbands prayed with their wives.

Benson prayed kneeling with his wife.
They prayed for forgiveness, for thanksgiving, for love, for renewal, for peace, for direction; for their marriage.

Marriages were healed.

SOURCE: WHATSAPP GROUP

DISCLAIMER : This story was not written by me. And I do not know the writter. Please if this was written by you; contact me for recognition. Thank you.