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Keeping up with my goal this year to cram knowledge (spiritual/intellectual) into my times on my computer as much as I can, I’ve rediscovered YouTube. It’s become like a church to me now, and I can attend services from Lagos to Dallas, to Hong Kong!

A few days ago, I felt like I needed to listen to Rev. E.A Adeboye (or Daddy G.O like a lot of people call him), and so, off to YouTube I went. The text below is my note from a sermon he preached titled, ‘overcoming mountains’. It blessed me, and I thought I would share!

Bibles, pens and notepads out, and may God bless His word in our hearts! Amen.

He started by saying, “A mountain is a hindrance to my progress, an obstruction, anything standing between me and actualization of my destiny”.

Big and negative-looking as they may be, mountains can be positive/used by God for many other reasons.

1. To advertise/showcase His children. Remember David and Goliath?

2. To wake us up from our slumber and draw us closer. Acts 12.1

3. To develop our spiritual muscles. Joseph morphed from dreamer to interpreter of dreamers in prison.

4. To expose our inner potential. Phillip discovered he was an evangelist after Stephen was killed and he fled to Samaria.

5. To lay the foundation for great testimonies. Think Lazarus, the Shunammite woman, the widow of Nain, list is endless.

*A mountain gives the assurance that there is something great/precious on the other side, and we will never know the extent of the deposits God has put inside us till problems/challenges come.

The size of the mountain facing us is directly proportional to our destinies. Numbers 19: 26 – 33. Heavy weight champions for God face heavy weight mountains, while baby Christians face little challenges, to ‘exercise their faith’.

Seven ways we can deal with mountains (you decide which one you want to use)

1. Turn back. Numbers 14: 1-4, Hebrews 10:38

2. Wasted effort, but walk around the mountain. Exodus 14:15

3. Climb it. This is energy-intensive but better than 1 and 2. Numbers 13:30. 1 Samuel 17: 51

4. Bore a hole/dig a tunnel through it. Note than the mountain still exists but somehow you can make it through. Exodus 14: 21-28

5. Blast it out-of-the-way. God reduced the wall of Jericho to rubble. Joshua 6:20

6. Mark 11:22-23. Relocate it somewhere else. All I need for this is my faith in God, and my declarations.

7. Fly over it! Whoop! “Those that wait upon the Lord shall mount up with wings as eagles…”

Note, my darlings that if you are not born again, nothing for you. Without a relationship with Jesus, if you try to move any mountain, they will laugh in your face because they don’t know you. Remember the sons of Sceva in Acts 19:11-17?

Note also that some mountains exist because we have put them there. We can by our own hands, place obstacles in our paths by the things we do.

Then Daddy Adeboye asked everyone to pray but for some reason, whoever was filming stopped then. SMH. So, I searched for a prayer service and joined in! Some of these prophecies stood out for me and I just thought I’d share them with you…

No matter the darkness around you this year, your light will shine bright

The Lord will speak peace to every storm in your life

The reasons for your stagnation will be revealed, addressed, and eliminated

This is our year of completeness (in many sense of the word)

Did you say amen? I did!

Enjoy the rest of your week!

 

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Our ‘Honorables’ tearing at each other….

Some days are good; others are sad, others are ‘not so good’ while some are downright nasty. Today is one of those. It’s amazing the way life goes; a woman gets pregnant, carries the baby for the full term successfully (without any issues) and then dies on the delivery table (for whatever reason). That’s nasty.

A friend of ours wanted to be a doctor, desperately. He got into university, scaled the first year examinations easily and then was faced with the ‘devil’ called 2nd MBBS. One peculiar thing about the MBBS exam is that there are three courses, and you must pass at least two to move to the next class where you resit the one you didn’t pass. If you pass only one, you repeat the year, and there is a limit on how many times you can repeat a class. Ok? So my friend wrote the exams like four times and failed, in different degrees; bottom line is that at the end of the day, he was still in his original class…

He wrote the exam the fifth time and the day the day the results were released, he was in a village on one of these community outreach visits, teaching best health practices, etc. when his phone rang the first time, the second, third and ninth times, he nearly had a coronary, and didn’t pick out of fear. He finally did and was told he passed all three exams! To add to it, some oil scholarship they applied for years before had come through and his name was on the list pasted outside the Student Affairs Office! Talk about blessings in baskets. Home boy took permission from the coordinators, and then took a bus back to the campus, promising not to believe till he saw for himself. On the way, he had an accident.

Yes, an accident; I’m sorry, there was no way to sugar coat that. My story doesn’t end there though. The accident was ghastly yes but he didn’t die. He was rushed to the hospital lucid but bleeding profusely. The issue then became who would sign for the blood for transfusion, was there blood in the bank at all, what his blood group was, who would pay the deposit, on and on and on, till he died.

Let us leave the overwhelming lapses in the medical sector, forget about the tears I shed that day (and I’ve heard I have a lot of cry in me), and face the truth: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. We can’t keep running around the issues when our mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters and getting swallowed up by the day by monsters that range from unemployment, delayed (or totally withheld) pensions, corruption, police brutality, death traps (a.k.a roads), child abuse, even PHCN is an issue! At some point (and I daresay that point is now), we have to call it. We have to say we are tired of a lying and thieving leadership that tells the youth to eschew violence on the one hand but with the other hand signs away tax payers money to import weapons for the same youths. Bear in mind that we’re not even talking about the violence they perpetuate themselves.

In the recent past we’ve been inundated with reports of our lawmakers behaving like they didn’t read their job descriptions; as if they were elected (or rigged) into the National Assembly to take advanced classes in warfare, with promises to air the practicals on international TV! Or did they just get the wrong document?

The National Communications Commission recently submitted a budget of 13billion naira to the National Assembly; it was found out later to be in error and the actual budget, 800million. NCC said it was a typographical error. Are you kidding me? It must have been a magical typo to have successfully eluded a whole commission, from the person who typed, to the person that approved! Haba!

Still on budgets, Niger Delta Development Commission submitted their own budget with a whopping 90million allocated to marriages and funerals. Oh My God! Even if everyone in the whole NDDC planned to get married on Monday and die on Tuesday, they still wouldn’t need that much! After ten years of existence and the monies sunk into the Commission, what tangible development can we point to? What justification do they have to even include marriages and funerals in their budget; or did they get the wrong document too?

Still on the front burner is the fracas between the number four man in the country and the Chief Executive Officer of Ogun State over who should take the glory of commissioning a road that neither of them started, and took 10 years to finish. Let’s leave the major embarrassment both of them were and note that the Speaker showed up at the event in a convoy of 16 cars. Again, someone must surely have handed him the wrong document on how the human body should function because I am a fairy, and even I cannot divide myself into 16 cars!

I could go on and on and on but I won’t waste your time and mine, neither do I want to spoil your day. Enough is enough people, Wafi pesin go talk say, ‘it haff do’! Posterity will judge every young person who doesn’t register to vote and put an end to this insanity. Posterity will judge every young person who partakes of their blood money to the detriment of a vulnerable, less privileged brother or sister. Posterity will most definitely judge; because we live in out-rightly nasty days.