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Be the judge: it is September (clue: Children’s school year begins) and your tablet connives with your phone to both go out of service. Who’d blame your suspecting the witches from your mother’s hamlet for such dis-empowering coincidence?
I hear witches from the mother’s side are usually more sinister.

The up-side however is, the attack drove me back to my hard copy bible. Preaching and (mostly) studying with it have brought back a ravishing joy, a remembrance of former times and a renewed love for ‘writing’, instead of typing. I’ve confirmed again, it is still the case that I get more ‘stuff’, maybe because I think better and clearer, when writing, than I do when typing. I am stuck it seems.

I don’t know how much longer I have to go on like this, but whenever the toys are back, I hope to not let go of this revived discipline. I am realizing how much my creativity has fossilized, in the bid to go ‘all digital’. Now, the decided combo is: study with the toys but write more with a pen, an actual pen, on actual paper.
Maybe not so efficient, but more effective, more productive, more authentically me; for now at least.

When I have a handy toy again, I will share from my ongoing study of Acts of the Apostles. It is a book I study every year. This particular episode is unearthing incredible treasures. After 3 weeks, I am yet to go past chapter 1. Officially though, I’m in chapter 5. Something in the first 8 verses of chapter 1 keeps calling me back. God’s Rhema-light seems to be on repeat mode upon those opening 8 verses. Each time the Rhema-light beams on them, new bundles of revelation display fresh colours – in the resplendent beauty of the present light.
O, how life transforming to study under the light of lights!

Differently, I have followed, howbeit with disinterest, the happenings in Kogi state, the state of my parents. My thought in one word: PAIN.
What did kogi do to deserve this torture? Choosing between Audu and Wada is like making a choice between Ogogoro and Sapele water. Tell, what’s the difference?

GMB has not disappointed me. I have no expectations. However, he is yet to surprise me. I am waiting. He made a few good choices in the nomination of the noise makers, but I saw much of it coming. Not a surprise.
Congrats to Ocholi (SAN): Good Nigerian, brilliant man. You make us proud.

Hmm, I have somewhat been every where in Nigeria this past quarter. Okay, I was in all 6 Geo-political zones for sure; preaching in an array of settings. The testimony has been the same. The conviction grows stronger: The gospel is true. It is God’s power for salvation. It works. But it works because it is true. It is not true simply because it works.

I am a witness. God still saves, transforms, heals, delivers, energizes, enriches, and more. He is everything He always is! The I AM.
And, the safety I enjoy, sometimes driving 5000 km a month, on Nigeria roads, is phenomenal. God loves me.

The privilege of being a Gospel-bearer is a joy beyond expression!
I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ.
It is God’s saving power.
It is my life!

Friends who pray for us: Thank you. God keeps answering.
Friends who support us in practical ways: Thank you. Your support eases our burden.
Friends who just wish us well: Thank you. God recognizes your kind thoughts.

Thank you all for standing with us; even when I’ve been out of circulation on sundry platforms, of late.

Thank you!



Grateful & Pained

Pass or Fail
The pain remains
Live or die
The hurt hunts

It is a painful pleasure to thank God for deliverance when
Fellow brothers and sisters have been so dismembered

It’s more, yet akin to the dilemma after the crucial exam
You passed: jubilant. Then news comes: your friend didn’t

You are now not sure how to manage your fortune
So, you try to console your friend
Friend tries to congratulate you
That’s the humane bit of humans

Trouble is, today
Many Christians are too spiritual to be humane
They dress selfishness in a garb of Thanksgiving
They array Insensitivity in a raiment of Gratitude
Brazen pride ooze out
White-coated as capsules of spirituality

When God spares you from
Bomb blasts, or
Assassins, or
Thank Him. Thank Him

It’s not because you are
More spiritual, or
More obedient, or
Somehow invincible
It’s not because you refused to die
It’s about Him; not you

Calm down
More spiritual and
More obedient Christians than you — have died
Under more perplexing conditions

Jesus — once and for all — closed the door on any sort of merit-taking when we escape tragedies. He said:

“those eighteen on whom the tower in Siloam fell and killed them, do you think that they were sinners above all men who lived in Jerusalem? I tell you, No…”
(Luke 13:4,5)

Some spiritual fellow won’t like this, but Nigerians:
And Muslims
And Christians
All have testimonies
How they were delivered from the recent bomb blasts
And from sundry such tragedies

Someone may have died
Because she made a mistake
Or was disobedient
Or was insensitive
You are not alive
Because you haven’t made the mistakes
Or been so disobedient
And as insensitive

Let’s not lose our sense of
And Mystery
And Finitude
And Humbled-gratitude
In a guise of spiritual attainment and competence

I’m glad He’s kept me
I’m pained others left

His ways
God’s ways
Are past finding out


We cry
Is the One who is God-Alone!