All posts by Nwodo Divine

TEARS

Her kids used the door on her that very day. She said, “You have to choose: me or your father.” Their answer was not the reality she anticipated. Her two boys, Jason and Lance, turned their backs on her, stepped outside the house, and started for the gate. Their father; her ex husband; was waiting in the car outside. Last week, the final process for the divorce was made and she felt a great victory and also a great loss.

She was wearing her victory colour; white, throughout the entire week as a slur to everyone who knew about Victor and her.

During her university days, Victor was a really great guy. With his slouchy buzz cut, his signature oversized beige jacket, half-dead sandals, and his bright brown eyes. Those eyes were all she could think about back in the day. She would blank out from the Banking and Finance textbook before her and picture his face barely inches away from hers. She would bite her lower lip and imagine Victor’s lips on hers, wondering what it would taste like. She had not kissed before. It wasn’t something she projected as a must-do. But since Victor popped into her life it was all she could think about.

He was a Mechanical Engineering major when they met but he later changed his course due to his low examination scores. Victor wasn’t as smart as he talked and she never cared to realise that at the time. He was her first. She gave him her all without a worry in her heart, and he trained, harnessed, caressed, and nurtured her nakedness in ways she don’t think anybody would understand. Her friends and her parents knew when she started coitus because it showed in her body and in her grades. She worshipped Victor enough to not give a damn about her parent’s warnings when she decided to leave the school hostel and start living with Victor in his off-campus apartment. To her, it was the best adult decision she ever made at that point. To be with the man she cherished to the death of her everyday and have amazing body splooges was nothing more than a fantasy. But here she was, though in a heat with her parents and cut-off from her social circle, with HER man. She wouldn’t leave Victor for the world.

To everyone’s greatest surprise, they lived quite well; She and Victor. The power couple; The talk of the campus; the loquaciously obnoxious phony and the love-struck and clueless geek. They worked the remaining two years out and they graduated. She landed a job immediately after her graduation. It was the jump-start she needed to help her and the man she was still very much in love with and who, she doubted at the time, could do no wrong in her eyes. Victor graduated with a pass. He wasn’t as excited about the real world as she was; it was easy to read from his eyes and body. She knew these things.

Time ran so fast and she didn’t know when she missed her period, lost the baby, grieved, got pregnant again, lost her job, took online classes and got a better job, bought a house, moved in, put to bed, and was celebrating Jason’s fifth birthday in their front yard with all of Victor’s Real Estate colleagues and her social media advertisers. She and Victor decided that Jason’s birthday was the perfect opportunity to reveal the coming of the new baby. The crowd cheered for them. Their parents were happy for them. Victor was doing well for himself in Real Estate. She was living the dream.

After a lot of persuasion from both Victor’s parents and hers, they finally tied the knot. She, as a feminist, never believed in marriage solidifying the love between two people. In her opinion it was a cloaked cage; marriage caged the love. She had always been so afraid of getting married to Victor who very well knew her stand on the topic, and respected her opinion. It was a small celebration, with all the ‘right rites’ performed. She was still scared when she said those two words. But it had to be done for peace to reign. She has never been the type of person to conform no matter how concrete the penalties stand. But for this one time, in her entire life, she wanted to do it for her parents and Victor’s.

At first, nothing changed after they made it official. Lance came around and he was a beautiful child. Not as beautiful as Jason however. She groomed them as time passed and they grew from her adorable little noisemakers to responsible, enlightened, and handsome teens. The opposite occurred in the flame between her and Victor’s love; the communication dwindled. The sex wasn’t as it used to be. Her body was changing. She spoke to him a couple of times about it but he wasn’t responsive. He waved it off.

Then came the text message from an unknown number. ‘Leave my man alone!’ it read. It was starting to feel like a nightmare in the span of seconds. She needn’t logic or rational thought here. Her woman intuitive had done all the research before the text came. The text was merely a confirmation. But as a human being, she called the number and inquired who the person was.

The person behind the text message was Victor’s mistress and gave her name as Jennifer. She searched Jennifer on Facebook and found out that she had two children. Scrolling through Jennifer’s facebook gallery with a heavy and angry heart, she found a picture with the two ‘bundle of joy’ as Jennifer captioned, in it. They resembled Victor.

How long has this been going on? She confronted him when he came home that evening. He was stiff like a person with stroke. She watched the her loquacious husband’s words fail him. That proved a lot. She felt her entire universe of butterflies and fireflies replaced with wasps and bees. She had no one to talk to. She had no friends. She turned her back on everyone because of Victor. All of him! She hurted for months and months until she decided to get a divorce.

The last straw that broke the camel’s back was Jennifer’s baby bump in her recent facebook post. She’s been following the woman for a while and had engaged interaction. She found out that Jennifer and Victor have been seeing each other since the undergraduate days. Jennifer visited Victor whenever she went for lectures. Jennifer told her that there was a time she came back earlier than expected that she had to hide inside the bathroom while Victor cajoled her into going to get Suya while she escaped. Victor still visited her after their wedding and he also told Jennifer to relocate to the state for their meetings to be easier which she did. He even got Jennifer a job as a personal assistant to one of his Real Estate colleagues to erase all trace of suspicion.

It was a well thought-out plan to fuck. And Victor has fucked her up. The family she taught was perfect wasn’t. Victor!

In a matter of time she lost the perfect husband image of him. He meant nothing. The love died. Her children shouldn’t suffer this — she thought. So she filed for a divorce. During the cause of the process Victor bewailed and after a while he showed great acrimony towards her. He poisoned the minds of their children and she did not know.

Earlier that day she sat the boys down and told them everything that has been going on between her and dad. She didn’t know how they were going to process all of the information being thrown at them. She watched Jason’s eyes; no reaction. Lance’s too. When she was done talking she said, “I hope you understand. I’m here for you.” They both stared at the floor. They avoided eye contact. Then Jason spoke, “Dad’s coming to pick us up soon, mom. We can’t deal with all of this…and you. There’s no truth in you. I’m sorry to say.”

She blanked out. It was like the universe wore itself inside out. Her son just spoke to her that way. She didn’t know whether to cry or hit him with the back of her hand. It was disrespectful but it came from somewhere. Jason has never spoke to her in such a manner. Even when he was furious. She loved his self-control.

“What are you talking about, Jace?”

“Dad told us everything,” Lance said with trembling lips, “the real story. The real truth. Mom, we know that you cheated first, before he did.”

She watched her shy second son insult her and she couldn’t slap the black out of him. It was then and there that she understood the possibility of hating the person you once selflessly loved. A familiar honk came from outside. It was Victor’s car. He had moved his things out of the house the moment she filed the divorce. She knew he was staying with Jennifer and their children.

“Is that what he told you?” She asked both of them.

“Yes mom, and we are going to live with him there. We can’t stay with you mom. How could you do this to us and to dad?”

She heard the hurt in Jason’s voice. How in the world was she going to convince someone as uptight and as unflinching as her first son? She knew them to understand that any further explanation that contradicts to the one they conceded would infuriate them.

They had bags packed. “That’s dad calling us. We’re going mom.” They stood up, her two boys, towering over her. Jason’s growing broad chest and Lance’s slender frame. They walked out on her.

© Kessy Agwam

TOO BUSY TO SERVE GOD?

If you claim to be too busy to live for and serve God like the early church because of how your city is, remember that Jesus did not die for only the early church. He died and rose for all men everywhere in every age until He returns. There is no special Holy Spirit in Acts of the Apostles. It is the same God, the same faith, the same baptism, the same commission, the same gospel.

Don’t be deceived, Rome was far busier and more secular than New York or Tokyo or Lagos. There were no phones or airplanes or even air conditioners then. It was probably harder to be a Christian. It will always be hard to be a Christian; hard for the flesh and hard in this world. The distractions may be more today, but the argument may be made that it is easier today than it has ever been to serve God. You have a Bible on your phone! Wow! People died to get copies of these things to us.

And know this: in this same Abuja, this same London, this same Boston, this same Montreal, this same Johannesburg – you have Acts of the Apostles believers and churches. People like you- business people, educated people, busy people who are living for the King and ready to die for Him; who pray like their hearts will break, who give like there is no tomorrow, who fast like a bride on her wedding morning- with great joy, who cast our demons, who speak with new tongues, who love nothing in this world though they have so much, and who fear no one though they serve and work with many people; whose eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; right here in this 21st century.

Drop the excuses therefore; Jesus is available for the taking. He is here for as many as will receive Him. The Bread of Life. The Word of God. The Prince of Peace. The Redeemer. The Saviour. The Author of salvation and the Perfecter of all those who come to God by Him. He is here calling for you to be with Him – the One who will remain long after this world has been judged and has passed away; to know Him and live for the eternal gain during your extremely short period on this terrestrial plane.

Many great cities have come and gone. Babel. Egypt. Assyria. Babylon. Athens. Rome. But He is forever. To see the ultimate will deliver you from the burden of the immediate. He is beckoning on you to lift up your eyes from the distractions of Lagos that you may behold the glories of the everlasting Logos.

Ebele UzoPeters

THE MARTYRS

The Prison cell was a dark place, full of bugs and beetles and served as a haven for swarms of insects. It sat beneath the Castle, in the most hidden of apartments, all to ensure an escape was impossible.

It was in this cell that Polycarp and his family were held imprisoned. Polycarp’s hands and legs were chained, with cuffs draped with thorns. They caused his hands and legs to bleed, adding to the pains he had been in for days due to severe lashing from the soldiers.

His family, both blood and spiritual, sat down, in agony and pain as well, their lips silent, but their spirits, groaning and releasing cries to the Heavens. They were equally chained in like manner as Polycarp.

Their heads hung low, bowed in despair. They knew their fate; soon, they would have to chose between living for the world and dying for Christ; between rejecting Christ and defending His Gospel; they would have to chose between life and death.

But this was the fallen man’s view of their predicament. As they sat with heads bowed low, Polycarp raised a slow hymn, his voice was laden with anguish, making him sing the song slower than it was normally sung;

‘O blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle, saints in glory shine
All are one in Thee, for all are Thine’

The Family responded, “Alleluia, Alleluia!”

Polycarp continued,
‘O may thy soldiers, faithful, true and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
And win with them the victor’s crown of gold.’

The Family responded, “Alleluia, Alleluia”

‘The Golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes their rest;
Sweet is the calm of paradise the blessed.’

Response: Alleluia, Alleluia.

The hymn progressed, from being sung with low, sorrowful tones, to being sung with hope and joy. As they sang, bright, large, and glorious creatures with wings of glory descended into the prison yard. They weren’t there to liberate them from the cell, they were there to liberate the Saints from the terrors of the cell.

Their Presence, although unseen, was strongly felt across the cell. Strength flowed into the hearts of The Family; peace beyond understanding descended into their spirits, upholding them and guarding it against despair.

They sang the hymn, like a tourist walking through a beautiful garden, then they got to the final stanza, the verse that set their faces aglow with joy, even in the shadows of death.

‘But lo! There breaks a yet more glorious day;
The Saints triumphant rise in bright array;
The King of Glory passes on His way.’

They responded with a shout, “ALLELUIA, ALLELUIA!!!”

Just then, numerous guards of The Empire marched into the cell. It was time! The Elect exchanged glances amongst themselves, and with a nod of resignation, they stood up, walking towards the arena, as they were led by the Guards.

“All Hail King Jesus!” they exclaimed in the middle of the arena, their voice echoing around the arena.
“I gave you a choice between life and death, yet, you chose death” The Emperor said to them, with pride in his voice.

Polycarp looked at him with boldness, “Your highness, to you, we chose death, that’s because your knowledge of life and death is fallen. The path we have chosen is the path to eternal life and everlasting glory!” he declared unto the Emperor.

The Family cheered with happiness. The Emperor smirked, he was enjoying this game. He ordered for the Lions to be released.
“I’ll see you in heaven” Polycarp said to The Family.

They all smiled at one another, they would surely meet in Heaven, where there will be no sorrow, or pain, or tears; no crying; just joy, life eternal, glory and communion with The Father.

As they fell to the strength of the Lions, Angels, Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, all stood in respect, lifting their spirits off their bodies, and leading them unto the place where they would weep no more.


Written by Nwodo Divine

Found in Hades

Undertakers open my mother’s coffin, everyone screamed in misery. But I was happy, seeing that finally, my mother could rest in perfect peace — and not stay up all night waiting for my father to come back from the beer parlour, with him smelling like different women and cigar.

While everyone wailed and cried, “Sarah, why did you leave us!” I stood there, rigid, and unsure how to react.

Do I commend the doctors for ensuring that she had her hand on her tummy like when she took pictures; that her golden dreadlocks rested on her shoulders, or that she wore a wedding gown?

It was symbolic anyway. The day she wore that dress, when she walked down that aisle, was the beginning of her death.

The priest gave a breezy sermon, my mind fazed through reality, ignoring sweaty bodies and sniffing noses. Focusing more on the scorching sun, and the buzzing flies.

I felt my crotch itch, I couldn’t scratch it.

Her coffin was closed, finally, I said my last goodbye with a glance at her face.

Her golden locks never looked so bright.

We must have dampened her shine.

Dust to dust. Take the shovel and sprinkle her cross. Thirteen years ago, I threw sand on my mother’s body when we went to the beach. She laughed. Wondered why she wasn’t smiling this time.

“Kess, you have to cry.” My uncle said, whispering into my ear. I hated anyone touching me. I hated people coming that close.

We left the burial site immediately after the last shovel of sand went in. The longest trip of my life, I wondered if we could roll the credits already.

That this was a movie, and I was the star actor, and this was the first part of my series, leading my character development to the part where I would awaken Hades to give a life to get back the life of my mother.

“Kess, do you want to eat?”

Even the fan knew it lost its buyer today. Placed on number 5 but it still slowed down.

“No, I’m not hungry,” I said to the person that came to check up on me. I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Wanted to get out of the house but it was filled with people my mother didn’t like, saying nice things they didn’t mean, bringing food we didn’t need.

Going would mean pity faces, irritating touches, and automated “Take heart dears.”

So I laid on my bed, avoiding the world.

“I made Beans, you sure you don’t want to eat some, Baba?”

“No, thanks, I’m really okay.”

Turned to the other side of the bed.

“You didn’t cry today, why was that?”

I heard the sound of the door closing. This person must be a distant relative or family friend that didn’t know me personally. Because if she did, she would have known that I hated my doors closed.

Probably was sent by my dad to talk to me. Wrong move.

“Kess? Are you already sleeping?”

“I don’t have the power to talk.” I said, still lying on my side, with my back facing the person and the door.

“But you just said seven words.”

So practical.

“I did, but there were necessary.”

“So does what I want to know.”

“Please. I don’t want to go on a rampage. Can you leave my room?”

“Oh, but you do deserve to go on a rampage, Baba, just spill it all on me.”

I turned to face this person.

Some nerve she must have to talk to me like she knew about what I felt or who my mother was.

My body froze on the spot, I couldn’t decode what was happening.

Nobody was there.

“Baba, you should cry.”

“W-who are you?” I stuttered.

Probably the last person I thought would talk to me.

“Mom?”

“Yes Baba.” for some reason, I was relaxed. I sat back on my bed and took my former position, staring at the ceiling.

“Why mom, why did you die?”

Silence.

Then.

“I have a present for you.”

“What is it?”

“It’s Outside. I want to see you one last time.”

Quickly, I got out of bed and started for the door.

“Wait!” she said.

“Go to the window.”

I went over the window, opened it completely, and stared five storeys down.

“Why, mom?”

“You know I love you, right, Baba?”

“Yes, I do.”

“So, I want you to go outside through this window. To see me.”

There was an exciting heat in my chest. To think that the way to see my mom has been staring at me all these while.

I quickly went to the second room, where my little brother, Jamal, laid asleep. I picked him up and ran back to my room.

“JamJam, we are going to see mommy.”

I whispered in his ear.

I struggled to get out of the window through a slip. Jamal and I, floating through the air. Could feel the wind again my body, carrying me and my little brother, to meet our lovely mother.

Suddenly, the journey ended. Did the gate not open? The screams were deafening. Where were they coming from?

I could hear someone say, “Blood of Jesus!”

Where was it?

I brought my hands to my line of vision and found my fingers broken. With blood painted on them.

The pain sneaked through my spine, entered my brain, and shut down all my systems. My eyes died out. The last sense left was my ears, I heard running and crying and echoes before they stopped working.

Blank.

Then.

Light.

My mother’s face. Smiling with her eyes closed. Hands opened wide.

“Baba.” she said.

“Mom.”

She opened her eyes, black and red.

Blood ran from her eyes, down her cheeks, and stained her white robe.

It started to spread till everything turned to red.

Two horns shot out of her head.

Her teeth shot out fangs.

“Welcome, to Hades.”

Entangled; An Anecdote

“If I told you,” Bimbo’s hands caressed the chunky mound on my cheeks, her eyes reminded me of firecrackers screaming like dead souls into the rambling Christmas night. “that anything you want, I can give it to you. Would you have a change of heart? ”

She was a beauté. One could get lost into the whirlpool of her eyes; stare hungrily at her full matted lips, or her voluminous thighs that spread over the chair like spilled milk.

A soft slap on the cheek brought me back to reality.

“Wake up.” She shifted a little from me.

“I wasn’t asleep.” I wondered how she was able to sustain her gaze for that long. There were many before her, many who dared to take the reins and pull something out of me, like a tea spoon of affection, but they all failed to hold my interest or my gaze.

“Just thinking about, you know, stuffs.”

“Is that so? See, I’m a Warri girl and I also have regal blood coarsing through me. I could wait a little bit, or I could go ferocious beast on you, and, you know, devour you here and now.”

We were sitting inside The Cube, a very noisy club close to Benin airport. I had offered to buy her a drink, she declined. Turns out, if I’m not the only available form of sustenance to her thirsty sultry soul, she was willing to die of dehydration.

“I admire your boldness.”

“How many girls have you told that line?”

“I don’t keep record.”

She laughed heartily for a second before resuming her gaze. “Are you trying to scare me?”

“Not really. Scaring you would be me reminding you about the royal blood Coarsing through your veins, and how Coarsing somehow has similar pronounciation to Coercing. Like the royalty in your blood, I’m Running out of patience.”

“I’m really impressed, that you could keep me here, watching you spew trash. While I get rejected and — ”

A group of guys walked by, checking her out. One stopped on his tracks, almost moon-walking to our table. The huge guy with a goatie mentions her name, the smile she gave was forced, obviously the guy’s presence wasn’t welcomed. He took his cue and left after exchanging greetings.

“You’re famous.” I mocked.

“Yeah, well, fame doesn’t get you the man you want.”

That’s it!

“Surely it can’t be me. Me that you met a week ago. Sure, my penis is powerful — magic rod. But I assure you, whatever it is you think you’re feeling right now, it isn’t love.”

“That thing of yours isn’t as magical as you make, it is your tongue. What a shame that you’re using such a glorious tongue to spew bullshit. If surely shut you up and make you put it to good use.”

Incredible!

“Okay, that’s hot.” I had to admit.

“And so are you, Afam.”

“Bimbo, I’m not sure of my feelings for you.”

“Then I’ll be here to reassure you. Trust me, if I was to use my List to rate you, you’d never be an option for me. You’re not making as much as I am, you’re loud as hell when you’re overly comfortable with someone, Afam your voice is terrible for singing and yet I couldn’t stop listening to you sing in the shower that morning. Sure you have a basic penis but I can manage. Your fingers and tongue skills is consolation. So fuck the fear and let’s build something good.”

Huh?

“Wait, so this shit ain’t about just fucks?”

“On the scale of one to ten, you’re an ‘abso-fucking-lutely not!’ if I were to choose a toy.”

She scooted closer and cupped my jaw with a hand, guiding my lips to hers. She sent her saliva of confusion down my throat and my brain resetted.

Then and there, entangled in a kiss, from a girl I met less than a week ago, I knew I was falling in love, and it was surely going to end in tears.

Kessy Agwam

#Ministry Matters___ Doing Ministry with Your Unique Pattern



(For Preachers and Teachers Of The Word)

By Pastor Bimbo Animashaun

One of the greatest challenges you will ever face in ministry is meeting people or facing situations that tend to put pressure on you to change your God-given pattern in ministry.

As a minister, you must settle certain things in your heart early in ministry and one of them is to know that you’re called to please God and not to please men or play to the gallery.

Not everyone will understand you in ministry, and sometimes you will also see senior ministers who don’t flow with your pattern or style of ministry.

At this level, some young ministers bag down and begin to adapt to new modes that don’t really suit their calling, and they know that fact deep inside their spirits.

It will help you to know that not everyone will accept your ministry and not everyone will like your pattern and style – it has been like that from ages past.

And may I say very pointedly, emphatically and categorically that most of the criticisms will come from fellow ministers who don’t understand the peculiarity of your calling and who feel that their own ministry pattern is the only one validated by Scriptures.

For the avoidance of doubt, ALL OF US FOLLOW CHRIST AS OUR ULTIMATE PATTERN AND CHRIST IS OUR ULTIMATE MODEL AND EXAMPLE IN MINISTRY.

I understand that perfectly by God’s Grace. I also know that “apostolic doctrine” is the standard of the Church in all ages and across all generational layers – Acts 2:42, Eph.2:20.

But think about this; Christ is All shades of brilliance and various dimensions of manifestations and we see this running through like a thread in the New Testament.

For instance, the Word makes it abundantly clear that Christ is not divided – 1 Cor.1:13, Eph.4:5 but we realize that there are five ministry gifts, namely apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors and teachers which represent different dimensions of Christ relative to ministry – Eph.4:11.

DIVERSITY therefore is not equal to DIVISION, and even in each ministry office, we still have various dimensions of different proportions as administered by the Holy Spirit.

Christ is both THE LION and THE LAMB – Rev.5:5-6. And He’s both THE POWER and THE WISDOM of God – 1 Cor.1:24.

Preaching Christ therefore extends into bringing all His dimensions to the fore as they are built on the foundation of His finished works.

Having said that, it’s important to stick to your ministry pattern and grow in it and let God by His divine sovereignty take you from one phase of your assignment to another.

PATTERN in the context of Scriptures would mean:

(1) Christ.

(2) The divine template of your ministry.

(3) The people that God has set before you to follow.

I have dealt with point number one. On point number two, there’s always a template for your ministry.

We see this in the ministry of Moses and it’s also attested to by New Testament writings:

HEBREWS 8:5
Who serve unto the example and shadow of heavenly things, as Moses was admonished of God when he was about to make the tabernacle: for, See, saith he, that thou make all things according to the PATTERN shewed to thee in the mount.

God showed Moses THE PATTERN of the tabernacle on the mountain, and He asked him to build in line with it.

The pattern of your ministry is therefore defined in the presence of God as you wait upon Him to know His mind. Several other examples abound in Scriptures.

Noah was instructed to make an ark of “a gopher wood” – Gen.6:14, not some other kind of wood. You see beloved, GOD IS A GOD OF DETAILS!

And then there are people ahead of you who represent the pattern of your ministry and sometimes they represent different parts of the jigsaw of God’s plan for your life.

John the Baptist had a pattern in Elijah – Lk.1:17. Time after time in the New Testament, we’re admonished to follow those ahead of us – 1 Cor.11:1, Heb.13:7, 17.

This is where you will need to stand your ground. There are ministers that God by His divine prerogative has ordained that you follow because they represent a part of the pattern that God has given to you in ministry.

Somehow somehow, something clicks in your heart when you listen to them. Something is stirred in your spirit when they speak.

Something is activated in your calling when you interface with them through their books, tapes, materials, at a meeting or one-on-one.

Now don’t ever play it down. It may not appeal to any other person but you have a spiritual connection with them.

I know fathers whose graces activate mine. I know what each person I follow represents in my calling and I don’t misplace them for each other.

For instance, each time I listen to Dad Hagin or read any of his materials, apart from getting blessed generally (which any other person can experience), something is activated in my calling.

I know what I’m talking about. There are other fathers in my life like that. Dad Hagin for instance represents my pattern in the teaching ministry.

So it will be a “self-inflicted error” on my part to treat his materials like any other minister.

By God’s Grace, I also have patterns in the apostolic, in the prophetic, in fathering, in the miraculous, in mass media, etc. and I’m not confused about that at all.

You just need to understand yourself in the light of the call of God upon your life.

If you have a pattern in a father like Dr. D. K. Olukoya and that’s how the anointing flows in your life, but because you want to feel among or because you want to appear “tush”, you start preaching like Joel Osteen, my Brother, I shake my head for you.

May God help you. You see, you don’t have to be ashamed of your calling and pattern; you did not call yourself and you did not anoint yourself. It therefore makes no difference what anybody says about you.

If you’re not radical, you can’t fulfill destiny. If you have a pattern in great men like Apostle Joseph Ayo Babalola and as you’re ministering, all those rich and deep CAC songs are flowing in your spirit, but you want to suppress the flow and you’re singing Don Moen’s songs, I pity you REALLY.

I believe my point is clear Sirs and Mas? If you’re not dead to self and ego, you can’t do ministry.

You will operate in some dimensions and fellow ministers will tell you that you’re not deep. Tell them to go and tell God that you’re not deep. That’s not your palaver!

Sometimes you operate in some dimensions of ministry and people begin to call you “Pastorpreneur”. What do you do? Just keep preaching Beloved.

One thing you will notice about most fathers in the Body of Christ is that they don’t care what people say about them.

People have knocked MFM for their style over the years, but the more they knock them, the more great things happen and the more the ministry is growing and expanding.

You may not like their style of prayer. Instead of getting offended, find the one that suits your spirit.

How will you ever explain someone scratching his head and cockroaches are falling down? We had better wake up friends!

As a young minister, you want to tell Bishop David Oyedepo that there’s nothing like “demonic oppression” and that it’s just a figment of imagination. You will not finish your ministry without starting o.

You want to tell Dr. Uma Ukpai that we have to pray for witches and wizards because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts. Abeg you had better follow your own pattern.

I have seen few things in the Body by God’s Grace. And I believe that there’s a burden in the heart of the Holy Spirit in this hour.

You can’t change people by attacking what they believe. And you can’t also change the pattern of people’s ministry by public criticisms, especially when such patterns do not compromise the moral standard of Scriptures.

You may not like prayers like, “Every demonic agent. What are you waiting for? Die by fire” but you not liking it has not made any difference.

That’s not my flow, but I bless God for what others are doing for the Kingdom.

Trying to focus your entire message on that in ministry in a critical manner as a young minister will waste the productive part of your years in ministry.

Sometimes when I teach, some people will say, “You teach like Hagin” and some people may think that I’m forming. You see, it makes no difference.

It’s between me and the Lord. You’re strong when you stay where God has called you and you grow there despite human pressure or misunderstanding.

Benny Hinn said he almost lost his ministry trying to internalize Kenyon’s teachings and pattern.

E. W. Kenyon was a great teacher (no doubt) but that’s not just Benny Hinn’s pattern. He has his pattern in ministers like Kathryn Kuhlman, Oral Roberts, etc.

I have all of Kenyon’s books in my library plus many books of Dad Hagin and several other ministers because my ministerial leaning is towards the Word Of Faith Movement and I’m not ashamed of it.

The following points should be noted on ministerial patterns:

(1) God determines your pattern of ministry.

(2) Your pattern of ministry is defined in the place of waiting upon the Lord.

(3) There’ll always be pressure and temptation to change your pattern of ministry.

(4) Not everybody will flow with or accept your pattern of ministry, including ministers of the Gospel.

(5) There’ll always be people who like your pattern and flow with it – don’t toy with them.

(6) Changing your pattern of ministry amounts to calling God’s wisdom to question in your life.

(7) Christ is our ultimate Pattern.

(8) God always sets men before you to follow in ministry.

(9) No pattern of ministry is superior to the revelation of God’s Word.

(10) You must keep growing in the knowledge of Christ as you seek to execute God’s mandate upon your life in line with His divine pattern.

In it all, CHRIST IS OUR ULTIMATE PATTERN, and we must never forget that we CAN NEVER change people by criticizing their ministerial patterns.

All ministers cannot adopt the same pattern in ministry. We all represent different dimensions of Grace.

Stay with yours; grow daily in the knowledge of Christ as you seek to build your ministry on the eternal foundation of God’s infallible Word as witnessed to by God’s holy apostles and prophets by the Spirit.

Trust this is a blessing Sirs and Mas?

Spring time is here!

Shalom!!!

Pastor Bimbo Animashaun

Ministers’ Corner: Ministry Gifts vs Natural Abilities


By Pastor Bimbo Animashaun

That you speak fluently or have the gift of the gab does not make you a TEACHER of God’s Word; it’s by CALLING, GRACE and ANOINTING.

That you exhibit choleric tendencies and organize/mobilize people easily does not make you an APOSTLE; it’s by CALLING, GRACE and ANOINTING.

That you’re naturally blunt and assertive does not make you a PROPHET; it’s by CALLING, GRACE and ANOINTING.

That you’re nice and gentle does not make you a PASTOR; it’s by CALLING, GRACE and ANOINTING.

That you’re passionate and have good relational skill does not make you an EVANGELIST; it’s by CALLING, GRACE and ANOINTING.

Truth is that NATURAL ABILITIES are good and desirable but they can never be a REPLACEMENT for MINISTRY GIFTS.

Being an ORATOR does not qualify you as an ORACLE for God. Therefore a sound minister will not confuse NATURAL ABILITIES or PERSONAL SKILLS with MINISTRY GRACE AND ANOINTING.

To be a balanced minister therefore, you must prioritize CALLING, GRACE and ANOINTING while NATURAL ABILITIES or PERSONAL SKILLS are only used as a medium to promote your DIVINE ASSIGNMENT, and not to replace it.

The last days are upon us, and it’s important that we do things decently and in order, for in our time, the Lord Jesus, the Head of the Church, is bringing MINISTRY GIFTS into their full strength, capacity and functionality.

May the Lord find you faithful and worthy of your CALLING.

Maranatha!!!


Pastor Bimbo Animashaun

A Message to the Critics of The Church


During Solomon’s reign, he judged many cases with God-given wisdom. One day, two ladies were brought to him with a dispute. They both slept in the same place.

During the night, one of them had slept on her baby and suffocated it. She had awoken, noticed her baby was no more alive, and had quickly put her dead baby by the other woman’s side, and stolen her living breathing newborn.

In the morning, the other woman woke up and saw that the baby by her side was dead, but on looking closely discovered that it wasn’t her baby at all. She soon found out that her baby was with the first woman, and quickly realised what happened.

“Give me back my baby. This dead one is yours” she said.

“No, the dead one is yours and the living one is mine”, the first woman replied.

The neighbours couldn’t tell the liar from the truth teller.

So they ended up before the king.

You know what Solomon said?

He told his soldier to divide the living child into two and give each half to each woman.

It makes sense, does it not?

Both women were saying “the living child is mine”….well, so let it be shared equally between you two!

But it does not really make sense, does it?

Cutting the child in two will make it as dead as the first baby!

So that was the plan. Solomon must have said it with so much seriousness and royal authority that everyone in the room thought that was his verdict.

The first lady said “Yes Sir! Cut the baby in two, and let us share! None of us will have a living baby!!”

You see, she wasn’t related to that living child. It wasn’t family; it wasn’t part of her, and she had no love in her heart for it.

That’s one.

Two. There were a lot of wrong emotions at play in her heart, one of which is envy “My baby is dead, and if I can’t have your baby to myself, then I wish it dead as mine is. Why should your baby be alive when mine is dead?”

Three. Notice that she agreed with the judgment of the government (only that there was a just judge at play here as we would soon see). She shouted,

“Yes Sir! Exactly! The government is right. I just want to stand for what is right! Probe them! Jail them!”

(I’m getting ahead of myself here. There’s no probing in the story.)

……… …………………… ……….

But the woman who was a part of that child and who was joined to it; the actual mother and family member. ..

She immediately cried out

“No! Please Sir!! Don’t cut my baby! Give it to the other woman. Please!

That was how Solomon discovered who the actual mother was.

I mean, it was clear to all and sundry, probably last of all the agitating woman…..probably.

So also we have so-called saints who are really after the destruction of the church.

Oh, how glad they’d be if all the “big churches” broke up and imploded.

These ‘Christians’, many of them are even ‘pastors’, who have not been as ‘successful’ as the “big churches”, who have tried this and that and it hasn’t quite worked out, who look over to the other bed and seeing a living child, now seek to use all manner of deplorable tactics to try to wreck others under the cover of night, by any and all means possible.

And having failed, will side with any verdict that will reduce those others.

“Depose the GO! Make him resign! Tax them! Seize their properties!”

By which they declare themselves thereby unrelated to the body, strangers to the commonwealth, and aliens to the household of God, and fitting handles for the hands of the accuser of the brethren.

O Christian, the imperfect church is your family -the body of Christ, the bride of Christ, and the family of God.

Stand for the truth, but make sure your own heart is right.

Make sure you are speaking as a child of God and not as a member of the mob. Obey Caesar’s laws, but do not be Caesar’s friend (John 19:6,11&12), against Abraham’s seed (Obadiah 1:8-17….please read this).

Is fornication wrong. Yes it is. Greed, extortion, manipulation? Yes they are.

Have nothing to do with them. And concerning such things, always make it clear they are wrong.

But what has that got to do with vilifying people who you don’t really know, but who the crowd accuses?

Most of the ‘church folk’ -the charlatans involved in shady practices aren’t popular enough to be known by all and sundry, and they are so many!

Don’t buy into the fallacy that because something is big and successful or because someone is wealthy and well known, there must be something wrong with it.

Don’t speak out of envy and prejudice against anyone because they are wealthy or popular and therefore easy targets.

The crowd has no conscience. The crowd will crucify even Jesus.

Some of these so-called disciples are suborned men who have collected 30 coins from those detractors. Like that kiss of Judas, you see them taking pictures with those they disparage, but behind their backs will support anything negative against these people on or off social media.

Don’t let their bile-tipped hearsay and propaganda be fodder for any offense, doubt, or anger that might be in your heart.

Rather, turn to the Lord and let Him heal you, show you how to behave yourself wisely, and how to be used to help the imperfections that surround us all.

And in the day you are sent or called to the place of judgment to speak for God and for His Child, even if It is to go into the custody of the manipulator and the uncircumcised, it will be clear to all the family in heaven and on earth that your heart was in the right place.

And He will deliver both you and It, and His great name will be glorified.

Amen.

*The story of those two women may be found in 1st Kings 3:16-28. It is a true life story.

Ebele UzoPeters

A Short Admonition on Loving Jesus

Many people think that Christianity is all about escaping hell. The purpose of God in redemption was not to produce escapees from hell, it was to produce lovers of Jesus Christ; a people who have seen Jesus

Christ as the pearl of great price and give up all else to have him. God is seeking lovers of Jesus Christ, not escapees from hell. God’s purpose was to produce a people who seek Him, know Him, love Him and serve Him as the overflow of their love for Him. God is seeking lovers of Christ, worshippers of Christ, devotees of Christ, people totally caught up with the person of Christ

Zacharias Tanee Fomum

This is a Cameroonian saint gone to be with the Lord, that God used and still uses to train others in what it means to learn Christ of whom it is testified that when he came to a church here in the southwest to preach Jesus a few decades ago, everyone in the meeting broke down in tears and wept, some rolling on the floor; with the pastor himself taking trips to the restroom not to use it for anything other than to weep freely before returning to the meeting.

And what was the theme and constant question of the message?

“DO YOU LOVE JESUS?”

The truth is that you may jump and shout when Christ is preached and run around as well. That is great because there is a height and a length and a breadth to the dimension of God’s love expressed in Him

But if you have never been transfixed on your seat for hours by this love, in deep silence of soul, or fallen off that seat in deep contemplation and poignant near-anguish for a life unworthy of this love

That message of love you have been listening to,

Is lacking in DEPTH.

Ebele UzoPeters