The Man I believe in

It’s been said, living in a mixed area makes us more tolerant and not less. I totally agree with that statement. Recently on Facebook, I was asked what I thought about the statement a Vogue writer gave about Nigerian culture and my response was ‘Can anyone really describe the culture of Nigerians by living in it for a few days?  It’ll definitely be flawed’. How often have you drawn a conclusion without really analysing or experiencing it? In other words what informs your decisions, beliefs or ideologies?

Over the past One month I have had lengthy conversations with some Atheist, Buddhist and Muslim. And it wasn’t in a bid to convert them rather an avenue to understand each other. I remember they all had differing views of Christianity. Let me try and summarise them; the Buddhist couldn’t understand why we had different Churches if we worshipped the same God, was of the opinion that we were divided. The Atheist has been to a Church a couple of times before but found the system in operation questionable especially in laying of hands by the Pastor meanwhile the Muslim couldn’t figure out the Trinity. I equally had another conversation with another person who goes to Church but believes in God and not Jesus Christ and felt it was better that way explaining all religions believe in one God but the division starts when we identify with a particular God.  I am not a theologian but we still had a meaningful conversation, and my thoughts were based on the following. Jesus Christ is the reason there is a word like Christian or Christianity, while on earth He didn’t discriminate, His genealogy wasn’t perfect; out of the four women mentioned three of them Tamar, Rahab and Bathsheba didn’t have good stories, one of them was a prostitute. He loved everyone even unto death; He forgave those who crucified Him. If different religions acknowledge Jesus Christ then there must be something about Him.

During the course of the conversation which happened at different times, I had no intention to win them over, my faithful Christian brethren will be wondering what happened to the great commission of making disciples of all nations. Well let’s say I have learnt it’s my duty to lay the seed and the Holy Spirit does the conviction. In addition to that, looking at Jesus on earth He usually found a common ground to share His message, He made some comfortable around Him (the Samaritan woman at the well). People will be more defensive if they know you are coming with the message of condemnation all in the name of converting them. One question that has been coming up in my head for the past 2 weeks is this, are we as Christians really carrying out the Great Commission out of love or is it just a personal agenda to fill up the seats in Church?

I don’t speak as another religious zealot or a member of a church rather as a person who has encountered Jesus Christ and although I can’t still explain everything about Him but one thing I can try to understand is His love. I have often said it if at the end of this world and remember I said IF there’s no end I will not regret being a Christian. It is a form of relationship that has no end; it is a way of life. This is what I believe in and it informs my decisions. What do you believe in?

This perfectly sums up what I am saying.

The journey of 2013 – Oma’s Story

This is the Second Post from a friend I met this year and our friendship has moved into sisterhood; I have a few female friends and she’s one I can relate to. She chose to be anonymous but she’s quite a beauty to behold, a chemical engineer by profession, strong lady and loves God dearly. I’m pretty sure you will enjoy her story.

This has been her message since I met her
This has been her message since I met her

Just like every New Year comes with fresh opportunities, I welcomed 2013 with open arms and a thankful heart. Although I made no resolutions, I had insightful determinations to love God harder & become more intimate with Him & dwell in His SECRET PLACE. So I started to keep a monthly Journal as a guide to review my progress, evaluate myself, and record my testimonies.

I experienced God in a much deeper way than I expected, literally had what I term “burning Bush experience” that changed the very foundation of my existence. I am so elated to share a few of my testimonies.

By His grace, I became a servant in His house and joined the workforce in church. I also successfully completed the training class in my church got involved in several soul winning and charity projects. This is a huge milestone for me because I used to be a “Lukewarm Christian” and didn’t quite give my best to service.

In June I was used by God to minister to a man who was from a strong Muslim background and hails from SUDAN, today he is ablaze for Christ and celebrates the God I serve that orchestrated our meeting. OH! Words can’t describe the Joy I feel.

I worked with my dear soul sister and the leading of the Holy Spirit to release a young lady from the bondage of sexual molestation (anal sex) and slavery by her supposed guardian. It was one of the most heart breaking yet fulfilling experiences of my existence.

This year, my dad received countless financial support from unexpected sources; having lost a huge sum of money as a result of a failed business and fraudsters in 2010, which made him almost commit suicide; God in his faithfulness kept him and drew him closer. Today, my dad is a passionate Lover of God, a fire brand tongue filled soul winner.

My older brother narrowly escaped death at gun point. God also visited the enemy of my family who mysteriously died in a shrine. We enjoyed perfect peace, sound health, and miraculous debt settlement. In fact God made a way in the midst of all the storms and supplied all my needs beyond my expectation.

My little sister suddenly received a call for an interview in the first week of December and received an appointment letter to begin her “dream job” immediately. Yes, I call it a MIRACLE JOB, seriously overwhelmed.

I could go on and on because His favour and mercy to me this year, is innumerable even though I had my fair share of disappointments, challenges, I can gladly Testify that, I experienced “peace that surpasses all understanding” and in all I am Thankful to my JEHOVAH SHALOM.

I can’t wait to unwrap all the pleasant gifts He has kept for me in 2014. In summary, I have learnt that indeed when you draw nigh to God, He will reveal Great and Mighty things that you knew not Jeremiah 33:3.
With a grateful heart & an attitude of total adoration, worship &thanksgiving to God, I have testified.
Happy holidays!!!
Oma kiki Ereg…

Fast Lane

Fast lane

It was a beautiful Sunday morning. I had woken up a little late and I needed to be in church on time (if you remember my bouncing episode I talked about in Tomorrow Never Comes). I got to church a little past 6.30 a.m., getting to the gate I saw a minister in the Youth Church trying to get some change to pay the cab man. I had the exact amount in my hand but I had plans for it in church. I simply told her ‘bye’ and ran off to meet prayers in church leaving her behind. So much for been a Christian. (Yea I can see you shaking your head in disbelief)

Beyond Sight

Just imagine you are watching a dual view TV, press pause and play backwards to June 2012 on the other screen. I had closed from work. A friend gave me a lift to somewhere convenient to get a cab and suddenly the Heaven’s opened up and I had some good showers of rain. I had no umbrella, no sort of shade close by and it was getting dark. The more I stretched my hand for a taxi the greater the intensity of the downpour. I literally gave up and just stood helpless until an angel in form of a Policeman stopped. He offered me a ride, not bothered I was soaked and will mess his car up (and please don’t give me the talk of me being a lady) it was already dark. He wasn’t going my way so he stopped me where he had to turn off. I started another journey on foot, thanks to the crazy traffic on the road and just then a car turned off from the traffic to help me. An elderly Muslim; he took me straight to my house and that was it.

Love Boots

We are all conversant with the Good Samaritan story (Luke 10 vs 25 -37). In the two stories I shared, I was the priest who passed by the lady who needed the change (I didn’t want to get to church late). Did I mention I eventually got in late; and I ask, did Christ die for the church or for human beings? The policeman and the Muslim were the good Samaritans depicted in the Bible.

I won’t go through the stress of asking if you’ve acted like the priest, maybe you’ve been a saint all your life rather, I’ll speak directly to those of us who’ve Christianity placed on our forehead and our actions are a far cry from what it ought to be.

Most of us are on the fast lane. We are like racers in Formula One, our eyes are fixed on the finishing line and we can’t afford to look left or right, in fact if someone gets in our way we may run them down. It took my selfish action to realise this hard truth.

Just like we’ve been having a series on “LOVE” in church and God reminded me through His daughter Pst. Sarah Omakwu, people are tired of hearing Jesus loves them, all they need is food, shelter, clothing, money to go to school etc. Just the simple necessities of life. We love this phrase ‘It’s well’. Who knows, I may have given that lady the same reply even when I had the solution to her needs in my hand. Someone is sick and needs to buy drugs, you’ve the money with you and you pat the person on the shoulder and say It’s well.

We don’t have to wait to have our names enlisted on Forbes’s magazine to help someone. All we need is a willing heart and the push we need will be available. Make up your mind to be the reason, there’s a smile on someone’s face. Don’t ask someone to come back tomorrow, when you can help them today. You just never know who’s at the edge of the cliff waiting to take a dive.

Kind words

You may have been like me, selfish and concerned with the finishing line, but one experience changed it. Truth is there’s no set time to get to the finishing line of life. We can stop and pick people up. When we’re gone, it’s the little seed of kindness that will prove we walked this earth. I’ll end with the words of Beyoncé in the song ‘I WAS HERE’

I want to say I lived each day, until I died

And know that I meant something in, somebody’s life

The hearts I have touched, will be the proof that I lived

That I made a difference and this world will see

I was here

I lived, I loved

I was here

I did, I’ve done everything that I wanted

And it was more than I thought it would be

I will leave my mark so everyone will know