NOVEMBER GIFT

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Hi People! Welcome to the month of November and even if it is the 4th day in the 11th month of the year 2017, I am still saying Happy New month to y’all. I also bring you a special package along with my wishes and it is called “The Gift of Words.” It is a poem written by the phenomenal and multi-talented lady-engineer, Ajoke Asunmonu.

I really do hope that the words of the poem will bless your heart and make you see the Grace of God in a brand new perspective. So, Ladies and Gentlemen, I bring you the poem titled “FILTH

I am the pleasure of your emotions;
The sweet smelling savour that tingles your nostrils;
I run rampage through your nerves like urges,
Yes, but truth is I am a careless danfo.
I am the beautiful exposure of that awesome body;
Behind the mini;
For these skirts are way too short to house your figure; 
I must flaunt it.
I am the putrid smell that sends your senses high like Juana;
But you have never known Mari; 
Yet I make you long for her skin,
And cause your loins to run rampage; 
I am the dump you lie in,
waiting for the light to dawn on you and break my shackles; 
I did silently hope that that day will never come, 
But alas! You caught a glimpse of him.
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*My name was filth* 
I was bent, to the earth,
Blended with iniquity’s dirt. 
I was sentenced to hell;
For my stains and unwashable stench.
Then I bent beneath the cross;
And his blood on my filth poured; 
I rejoiced when my name he called;
The price is paid, your filth is purged!!!
But he was wounded for our transgressions…(Isaiah 53:5)
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WHY I LOVE THURSDAYS!!!

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Yesterday was one of the most fabulous days of this week. I am surprised that blogging about my day has never occurred to me until this very early morning while I am supposed to be preparing for this exam that I have later today (the course is very uninteresting).

In IVCU-NIFES, which is the fellowship I attend here in UI, Thursdays are for evangelism!!! My spirit looks forwards to Thursdays with so much anticipation. However, this Thursday was different. Okay, it was not all that different from the other Thursdays but yesterday was just the height of it. I could not for the life of me understand why I struggled to get up from my bed. I honestly did not feel like evangelizing. It was so bad that I started having these pointless conversations with the Holy Spirit and I was like, “Holy Spirit, would you have me go for evangelism today?” I already knew what His response would be, but I so badly needed a reason to stay back. It was a crazy something but I knew that God wanted me to minister to someone yesterday. Eventually, I obeyed. I literally flew out of the house around 5:15pm. The meeting was 5:30pm, so I really flew.

I was delighted when I finally did make it for evangelism yesterday. God showed me what it was that I would have missed if I hadn’t been there. I mean, I was blessed beyond what words can express. You see, I met this cute 100 level lady that I had wanted to talk with for a while now after our first encounter on one of the other Thursdays. It was indeed an experience and I found it fulfilling just telling her about the love of Christ and how that He wants her to hear Him even more than she wants to hear Him speak to her heart. It was rewarding. This rare privilege of being able to touch and minister to just one person is something that I do not take for granted.

You see, the Devil tried to discourage me in the midst of my wondering if I should stay at home and pretend like my exams are to blame or go for evangelism. He started injecting thoughts like, “You are not really making any difference. You will just go and talk to one person and that is that, Most times, they do not even listen to you. What is the point of this whole thing? Your life is not even perfect yet and you want to go and preach to someone else”. I had my arsenal of response for the Devil by the time we were praying after ministering the gospel to the spectacular young ladies we met in Obafemi Awolowo Hall. I told the Devil this: I do not have to be perfect to preach the gospel. That I am loved by a perfect God is more than enough reason to preach the perfect gospel of Christ and to tell the world that God loves them unconditionally.

It has been quite an exhilarating experience and I am going to leave you with this message. Do not let the Devil demean what it is that the Lord has called you to do simply because of how you feel about it or because it does not look glamorous. Do what it is that you have been called to do in your own little corner and watch God do great things in your life and with your life. Watch God increase the seeds you are sowing right now.

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WHY I LOVE THURSDAYS!!!

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Yesterday was one of the most fabulous days of this week. I am surprised that blogging about my day has never occurred to me until this very early morning while I am supposed to be preparing for this exam that I have later today (the course is very uninteresting).

In IVCU-NIFES, which is the fellowship I attend here in UI, Thursdays are for evangelism!!! My spirit looks forwards to Thursdays with so much anticipation. However, this Thursday was different. Okay, it was not all that different from the other Thursdays but yesterday was just the height of it. I could not for the life of me understand why I struggled to get up from my bed. I honestly did not feel like going for evangelism (I never do but I go anyways because I know that my feelings do not matter).  It was so bad that I started having these pointless conversations with the Holy Spirit and I was like, “Holy Spirit, would you have me go for evangelism today?” I already knew what His response would be, but I so badly needed a reason to stay back. It was a crazy something, but I knew that God wanted me to minister to someone yesterday. Eventually, I obeyed. I literally flew out of the house around 5:15pm. The meeting was 5:30pm, so I really flew.

I was delighted when I finally did make it for evangelism yesterday. God showed me what it was that I would have missed if I hadn’t been there. I mean, I was blessed beyond what words can express. You see, I met this cute 100 level lady that I had wanted to talk with for a while now after our first encounter on one of the other Thursdays. It was indeed an experience and I found it fulfilling just telling her about the love of Christ and how that He wants her to hear Him even more than she wants to hear Him speak to her heart. It was rewarding. This rare privilege of being able to touch and minister to just one person is something that I do not take for granted.

You see, the Devil tried to discourage me in the midst of my wondering if I should stay at home and pretend like my exams are to blame for my staying back or go for evangelism. He started injecting thoughts like, “You are not really making any difference. You will just go and talk to one person and that is that, Most times, they do not even listen to you. What is the point of this whole thing? Your life is not even perfect yet and you want to go and preach to someone else”. I had my arsenal of response for the Devil by the time we were praying after ministering the gospel to the spectacular young ladies we met in Obafemi Awolowo Hall. I told the Devil this: I do not have to be perfect to preach the gospel. That I am loved by a perfect God is more than enough reason to preach the perfect gospel of Christ and to tell the world that God loves them unconditionally.

It has been quite an exhilarating experience and I am going to leave you with this message. Do not let the Devil demean what it is that the Lord has called you to do simply because of how you feel about it or because it does not look glamorous. Do what it is that you have been called to do in your own little corner and watch God do great things in your life and with your life. Watch God give increase to the seeds you’re sowing right now.

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OF PITS AND PALACES…

 

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The pit was covered in pitch black darkness. In it was a teenage boy overwhelmed with fear and dread. He had tears running down his face as the reality of the horror he was facing dawned upon him, slowly and painfully. He thought he had a family; he thought he had brothers who cared. How wrong he was. His being in the pit was more than enough proof. He felt the sharp sword of betrayal pierce through his frail heart. His mind raced towards his father—Jacob. What were his conniving brothers going to tell his father? The flood of tears intensified. He was heartbroken.

All he did was to check on his brothers just as his father had instructed him and that was it! They pounced on him as soon as they saw him coming. He knew they intended killing him because of the controversy that his dreams caused. He overheard them whispering about it. Reuben, his eldest brother was his saving grace. Reuben pleaded with his beastly brothers that they spare his life and throw him instead into the empty pit he found himself in. The only problem was that the pit was not quite as empty as Reuben had thought it was. On the contrary, it was full of depression, acute fear, rejection, feelings of betrayal and deep anguish mixed with sorrow.

Joseph hugged himself tightly as he lay in the pit in a fetal position. He had mud caked all over his entire body and his teeth chattered from the biting cold that threatened to ravage him. At the thought of the coat of many colours that his brothers had earlier stripped off him, the torrents of tears gushed out of his eyes again. That was his favourite clothing. He loved to wear it a lot because it reminded him so much of his father’s love. Now, it was gone. He felt like he has lost everything.

On the other end, Joseph’s brothers, who were so unconcerned about their younger brother’s plight, continued with their bread-eating feast like nothing was wrong. At that moment, they heard the sound of camels coming their way. They lifted up their eyes and watched as a company of Ishmaelites from Gilead approached their path with their camels overloaded with balm, myrrh and spicery. It was obvious that they were on their way to Egypt for the huge sale.

Immediately, an idea crossed Judah’s mind and he said to his brothers, “it would be totally useless to kill our brother and have his blood on our hands. I think it would be wiser to sell him off to the Ishmaelite and share the money among ourselves.” Judah knew his suggestion resonated with his brothers when he started getting nods of approval from his brothers.

Quickly, they rushed to the pit where they had thrown their baby brother into and shouted at him, “Joseph, we need you to hang on to the rope we are letting down. We are getting you out of there.” Hope flickered in Joseph’s mind as he held on tightly to the rope, hoping that they had probably changed their minds about killing him. His fear transformed into trepidation when he was roughly shoved towards the waiting Ishmaelites.

The truth, that he was about to be sold for twenty pieces of silver by his brothers; his family, tore his heart into a zillion pieces. How were they just going to sell him for twenty pieces of silver without blinking twice about it? The heavy cloud of rejection hung above his head as the Ishmaelites gladly took their newly acquired slave along with them to Egypt. He was sold to Potiphar, an officer of Pharaoh’s and captain of the guard, after waiting on the list of slaves to be sold at the market. Yet, in spite of all the terrible things happening to him, he held on to this single truth – the God of his father, Jacob, was with him. This was his only consolation as he gently followed his new owner to his new home in a strange land….

At this point, I would like to summarise the story of Joseph. After Joseph was sold to Potiphar, he still encountered a lot of problems. He also had to grapple with the feeling of betrayal. He was betrayed by Potiphar’s wife. She lied to her husband about Joseph wanting to forcefully sleep with her.  This landed him in prison where he met with the King’s Chief Butler. He helped the Chief Butler interpret a dream that foretold the Butler’s release from prison.

Anyways, after the Butler was released, he still did not remember Joseph. Can you begin to imagine what Joseph lived through and lived with from his years as a teenager till he became a youth? The truth is this: if it had not been for the Lord, no human being could have survived that terrible situation. But then, Joseph became a prime minister in Egypt after interpreting the King’s dream. God brought him out of the pit and the prison and set him before Pharaoh in the palace.

My point in this whole Joseph story is this: as believers, we have to learn to focus on the Big Picture. We have to learn to look beyond the present issues and trials; we have to learn to see God at work even in that prison experience; we have to learn to look beyond the betrayal, the rejection and the pain, knowing that God is working behind the scenes and taking us through the process in preparation for what He wants to do in and through us. Joseph understood this and he willingly let go of whatever pain his brothers might have caused him. He made them understand that it was all part of the grand plan of God for his life. He refused to ruminate on the betrayal of his brothers; he saw the Big Picture.

Really, stop dwelling in the pain of what people did to you in the past. Let it go! Focus on the Big Picture. God is definitely working behind the scenes.

 

 

AND WE KNOW THAT ALL THINGS WORK TOGETHER FOR GOOD TO THEM THAT LOVE GOD, TO THEM WHO ARE THE CALLED ACCORDING TO HIS PURPOSE.

Happy Happy sunday to y’all. Thanks for stopping by!