The Stolen Phones and Benita's last words..part2

ANSWER ME!', I screamed at her; waking up the roommates who were around. Johan had obviously gone to night
class to read and I assumed the other three roommates who
were absent had also gone to read.

The two girls remaining in the room
with me and Benita came and gave their own round of slaps. The accused was now staggering when Beniya came back with a long wood hard enough to kill the girl. As she raised it up, the three of us, the roommates, held her hands so she wouldn't murder the accused. Benita dropped the wood and swept
her right leg against the thief's legs and she fell
down. Benita had told me before that she had
attended the Soldiers' recruitment training but failed the medical test. I believed her right then.

I looked at the girl crumple on the floor and before Benita killed her, I decided to interview her, at least to know who she is. She was now sitting on the ground where she landed from Benita's force. 'Who are you?' I asked her again; this time gently.she was crying but it was only the tears that were
coming out. It was then I realized she had not even uttered a word since it all started. Not even when she fell to the ground. 'Why are you in our room'? I asked again. 'Can you even talk?' She shook her head then. I was now confused. Why was she shaking her head?
So, I asked again, 'Can't you talk?' She shook her head again. 'Wait, is it that this girl is dumb?', I asked the girls.

The girl then nodded her head and pointed to her mouth and then shook her head left to right. It hit me then. The girl is dumb but not deaf. That was the first time I am seeing a case like that.

My anger changed to pity immediately. 'Are you dumb?', I ashamedly asked the girl to confirm. Again, she nodded her head.
'Can you read and write?' She nodded again. 'Get me a pen and note!' I said to my roommates over my shoulder. I collected the pen and wrote on the note, 'Who are you? Explain yourself.' I was almost in tears as I read her fine handwriting, 'My name is Mary, I am Johan's elder sister. I am a student of federal
University lokoja. I was traveling to federal polytechnic Ida but our bus stopped for the
night at national Open University. So I decided to sleep with my sister till tomorrow morning. She
brought me here around 12 am and went out to night class to read. She gave me the bag to keep for her. So I decided to use it as pillow so that it won't be stolen'.

I held the note with the guys at my back as all of us read it. I became so weak I almost fell sick'The girl is innocent.' I needlessly announced.
When we realized this, even I was ashamed of
myself.

Benita just stood there with the wood she almost used to hit her, looking as if she was the one who had been beaten. I am not sure, but I think I saw tears in her eyes as she realized she had just punished an innocent
Girl.

So we knelt down; Benita and I, we knelt down and clasped our hands so she will know we were really sorry. With tears in our eyes, we told her, 'We are sorry. Sorry for accusing you wrongly and beating you for it'. The dumb girl just smiled with bleeding lips from the blow I gave her. She smiled and looked into
our eyes. And I could see pity in her eyes. She smiled and shook her head and then wrote in
the same paper. 'It is Alright. I took the pain
willingly. Please don't beat my sister anymore. I knew why you were beating me. Johan had always been a thief, right from home. But please don't report or beat her again'.

Tears dropped from my eyes as I read his sacrifice. She deliberately allowed us
beat her just so that Johan will be free. I lend my hand and raised her up as I used my
cloth to wipe the tears from her face and blood
from her lips. It was then my own tears flowed from the corners of my eyes.
Written by Hannah Onimisi..Onimisi..FUL

Martiage 1+1=2 wrong!

Common Individuality in Marriage - part one

Just enjoying my sunday evening and so I took up this meditation.

"In marriage: 1+1 = 1"
I have a problem with this general maxim. I do not think it is correct. They said it is God's algebra of marriage but how can we associate a completely wrong mathematics to God? While trying to meditate over it, I realized that this is one of the problems that marriages are having today. We cannot promote a wrong teaching and have a right result. Let's try to get it right in the spirit of meekness.

1. There's no reference of this maxim anywhere in the scriptures. So, we can take it as man's understanding of marriage and not God's and so we should not attribute the mathematics to God.

2. The number "1" is a number of unity. It is a whole number, that is a complete number.

3. A single brother is incomplete. Yes, without a wife he is just a half and within him he is incomplete and is searching for his other half - the perfect woman that would fill the vacum in his heart and make him complete. He would not stop until he finds his missing rib, that part of him that makes him complete. This same search goes on in the single sisters too. They're both searching for their better half.

4. So, a single brother or sister is not a whole, he/she is a half searching for the other half. When this other half is found then they would be wedded for wholeness. Marriage is two incomplete people coming together to make one complete person. So, our maxim should be '1/2 + 1/2 = 1'. This is a better mathematics that can be attributed to God.

5. What is the implication of saying 1+1 =1? It gives the impression that since the brother or sister is an adult at a marriageable age, he is complete and OK. This understanding makes him/her self sufficient. He takes decisions without the wife and the wife executes her plans without involving him. But when you understand that you're only incomplete without each other, you would consult, collaborate and depend on one another. Without the husband, the wife is incomplete and without the wife, the husband is incomplete. When you get married, you loose your individuality and take up a common personality. Once you loose this common personality in agreements at home, you return to a half, incomplete person. Just like in Col 2:10 which explains that without Christ we are incomplete, so also without your spouse, you are incomplete.

Well, am just enjoying my sunday evening. What do you think about this?


Copyright Lovelift broadcast 2015.

He knows your pain!

We Live in a world full of work, Pain, stress of varying magnitude. At times, we don't even seem to know  how to tackle these numerous challenges so we cry, we loose our peace , some would give up, others look for help from the wrong places.   Here is a thing, In order to survive th

ese pitfalls, we must wait upon God – the One who won’t grow tired or weary. He has strength readily available for us and knows where to direct our steps. “He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint” (Isaiah 40:29-31, NIV)

These pits of failure, distress, frustrating difficulties of life come and go. There’s really no avoiding them. We can, however, be spiritually prepared to face their challenges. God equips us – strengthens us – as we wait on Him. As we trust in Him. As we dwell with Him.

Have you refuelled in His presence lately? Take time to meet with God one-on-one today. Go to him in praise. Just download from this link a praise that you could get down with as you praise your way out of the pit..
http://lokcitymusic.com/audio-godboy-odoguakataka-ddgb/
 As the palmist wrote, “Let us go to His dwelling place; let us worship at His footstool – arise, O LORD, and come to Your resting place, You and the ark of Your might” (Psalm 132:7-8).

Now it’s Your Turn

Are there obligations in your life that could be eliminated? Take a few moments to consider your schedule and your circumstances. What needs to stay and what needs to go? Make a list and then make an action plan.

Go to God with your list and lean in to listen to His leading! Praise your way to it he is Odogwuakataka

Inspired by GIG(Crosswalk)

Alter of Age..

One of the greatest undoing of man (young Man, young people) is the lack of that consciousness of growing old and the unequivocal truth of eventual death which may or may not come at old age ; we know we shall grow old or may be even die, but we do all we can to play down on this awareness and live our lives as though we shall live forever even though we can't excuse the fact that everyday that passes, brings a man closer to his grave Miles munroe says and I quote " one of my greatest challenges and Motivation in Life is death" how could we have forgottforgott Ecclesiastes 3:1 For everything there is an appointed time, a time for every matter under heaven: Remembering that I have a lot to do and I don't have eternity to do them create in me the sense of Urgency. I shall ask as I am already doing Lord help me to live one day at a time and living each day as though I would never have a tomorrow.. I bring you an eye opening devotion for today titled..(the above inttoduction written by Godboy)

The Altar of Age

Zechariah 14:7

We often look forward with anxiety to the time of old age, forgetting that at evening time it shall be light. To many saints, old age is the choicest season in their lives. A warmer breeze fans the sailor's face as he nears the shore of immortality; fewer waves ruffle his sea; quiet reigns, deep, still and solemn. From the altar of age the flashes of the fire of youth are gone, but the deepening flame of sincere feeling remains. The pilgrims have reached the promised land, the happy country, whose days are as the days of heaven upon earth. Angels visit it, celestial gales blow over it, flowers of paradise grow in it, and the air is filled with heavenly music. Some live here for years, and others arrive only a few hours before their departure, but it is an Eden on earth.

We may begin to long for the time when we can recline in its shady groves and be satisfied with hope until the time of fruition comes. The setting sun seems larger than when it is high in the sky, and a splendor of glory tinges all the clouds that surround its going down. Pain does not break the calm of the sweet twilight of age, for strength is made perfect in weakness and endures it all patiently. Ripe fruits of choice experience are gathered as the rare food of life's evening, and the soul prepares itself for rest.

The Lord's people will also enjoy light in the hour of death. Unbelief bemoans the evening shadows, the darkening night, the end of existence. But no, cries faith, the night is almost over and the true day is at hand. Light has come, the light of immortality, the light of the Father's countenance. Gather your feet up in the bed; see the waiting throng of angels ready to bear you away. Farewell, loved one, you are gone. You wave your hand; now it is light! The pearly gates are open; the golden streets shine in the jasper light. We cover our eyes, but you behold the unseen; adieu, dear friend, you have light at evening time that we have not yet. Copyright..Crosswalk.

God help me, start a revival but begin with me!

Heart Of God Music&Theatre: Trust God..

Heart Of God Music&Theatre: Trust God..: Who is among you that feareth Jehovah, that obeyeth the voice of his servant? He that walketh in darkness and hath no light, let him trust ...

Student of the Fedrel University..???

About three phones have gone missing in our room in the past five months. When we reported to the School's security, they only told us that it was a room mate that is responsible. Everyone of us in the room was waiting for the day we will catch the culprit.  Last Tuesday, when we were all asleep; I think it was about 2 am, Benita woke up suddenly and her phone was gone. Her phone was the most expensive of us all. When Benita woke up and couldn't find her phone, she sprang up from the bed and quickly opened her cupboard. She rummaged the contents, even removed her clothes but could still not find the phone. I was in the room when it happened; sitting and reading before I dozed off with my heading resting on my books. So when Benita couldn't find her phone, she gently shook my shoulders until I woke up. 'It has happened again', she told me.  I didn't even need to ask what happened as I could see the panic and loss written in her eyes. This is the second time her phone had been stolen. So I took my phone and dialled Benita's number; just to be sure it had not been misplaced. 'Error in Connection' was what I saw on the screen of my phone. I dialled it again and it started ringing not just on my phone, but the actual ring tone of Benita's Samsung phone was faintly audible. We were both surprised when we heard the tone. I beckoned on Benita to keep quiet as she was visibly ready to 'finish' the person who took her phone. I continued dialling as we moved silently, following the direction of the ring tone. There were four bunks in the room, each with two bed spaces. Benita and I use the same bunk just beside the door and the sound was coming from the last bunk at the extreme left corner. We tiptoed, Benita and I, like Jack Baeur until we traced the sound to the top bed space on the last bunk. 'So it is Johan who had been stealing phones in this room'. Benita whispered to me. We shook her leg and woke her up only to find out it was not Johan sleeping on the mattress. Neither of us had ever seen the girl before. To make matters worse, the ringing was coming from the bag she was using as pillow. When she woke up, she looked at us strangely as if she didn't know why we were there. We opened the bag and found not just Benita's Samsung, but three other phones. 'So, you are the one who's been stealing our phones!'; Benita shouted at her. Before she could find an excuse, Benita slapped her on her left cheek and walked out looking for anything to break one or two of the girl's bones. I don't know; but there was something about the girl. So I asked her, 'Madam, what are you doing here?' 'What are you doing with Benita's phone'.she was just looking at me without saying anything, so I slapped her right cheek with my left hand. 'ANSWER ME!', I screamed at her; waking up the room mates who were around. Johan had obviously gone to night class to read and I assumed the other three room mates who were absent had also gone to read..

Trust God..

Who is among you that feareth Jehovah, that obeyeth the voice of his servant? He that walketh in darkness and hath no light, let him trust in the name of Jehovah and rely upon his God" (Isa. 50:10, RV).

What shall the believer do in times of darkness -- the darkness of perplexity and confusion, not of heart but of mind? Times of darkness come to the faithful and believing disciple who is walking obediently in the will of God; seasons when he does not know what to do, nor which way to turn. The sky is overcast with clouds. The clear light of Heaven does not shine upon his pathway. One feels as if he were groping his way in darkness.

Beloved, is this you? What shall the believer do in times of darkness? Listen! "Let him trust in the name of the Lord, and rely upon his God." The first thing to do is do nothing. This is hard for poor human nature to do. In the West there is a saying that runs thus, "When you're rattled, don't rush"; in other words, "When you don't know what to do, don't do it." When you run into a spiritual fog bank, don't tear ahead; slow down the machinery of your life. If necessary, anchor your bark or let it swing at its moorings.

We are to simply trust God. While we trust, God can work. Worry prevents Him from doing anything for us. If our minds are distracted and our hearts distressed; if the darkness that overshadows us strikes terror to us; if we run hither and yon in a vain effort to find some way of escape out of a dark place of trial, where Divine providence has put us, the Lord can do nothing for us.

The peace of God must quiet our minds and rest our hearts. We must put our hand in the hand of God like a little child, and let Him lead us out into the bright sunshine of His love. He knows the way out of the woods. Let us climb up into His arms, and trust Him to take us out by the shortest and surest road.

Copyright..Streams Desert

--(Dr. Pardington)

Remember we are never without a pilot when we know not how to steer.

"Hold on, my heart, in thy believing--

The steadfast only wins the crown;

He who, when stormy winds are heaving,

Parts with its anchor, shall go down;

But he who Jesus holds through all,

Shall stand, though Heaven and earth should fall.

"Hold out! There comes an end to sorrow;

Hope from the dust shall conquering rise;

The storm foretells a summer's morrow;

The Cross points on to Paradise;

The Father reigneth! cease all doubt;

Hold on, my heart, hold on, hold out."