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MiddleDimension:
@MaxInDHouse @SIRTee15 @DTruthSpeaker @StillDTruth

Can you all see what bile your false teachings are causing in the society?

Just look through the thread and see what nonsense some people are saying here especially the lunatic called @Righteousness

Told you before that you are way tooo stupid and notcurably mad, if not you would have known that many are as stupid and mad like you are in the society.

God2man2again:
Luke 18:16-17 But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.
Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein.

In my own opinion and in consent with the above scriptural verses, children or infants should be allowed to know Christ at any age.

What do you think?

Accept Christ is not the same as knowing Him and Coming to Him!

So you can take them to Christ but they might not know Him.

And even after knowing Him, it is up to them to choose to accept or reject Him

janeedema:
Due process? Interesting perspective. Care to share?

The same process men go through

Yes

But only after due process.

Now police and tinubu's court will abandon the case ofa negligence/manslaughter to defend their guy.

Sleekfingers:
I can't be homeless or without a car.......I don't care about those that will be affected..... Nigerians deserves no pity of any such .....

Ok. let no one care about you oo.

dontrulee:
As a married man, why will you want to cheat on your wife?
Ehn, why?

Because he is first a stupid man who got married.

God is saving you yet you are the one begging for trouble with then later you will say that you have prayed and prayed yet God did not save you.

Continue to dey do follow follow like fool.

Sleekfingers:
That's non of my business.......those yellow buses gotto go....they are moving caskets .......

Living homeless and carless is none of your business? ah

Kenshinmunac:
If you know weiten girls don use man eye see you no go take anyone serious.


Flex and Bleep all you can.

And return to the poorverty from whence thou camest

Sleekfingers:
Something that Lagos state government is also working on.....

Those yellow buses go soon collect...... I heard from a reliable source......it will start from Ikoyi , Victoria Island, lekki axis......
And later other places.....

After commercial vehicles, who do you think is next?

People will soon be carless, homeless and lifeless.

Instead of king Tinubu to attack bandits like iareal is doing to hamas his own is to attack the ordinary people with taxes and taking control of their monies and bank accounts.

Sand2022:
Rev 22:6 says
6 He said to me: “These words are faithful and true; yes, Jehovah, the God who inspired the prophets, has sent his angel to show his slaves the things that must shortly take place. 7 Look! [b]I am coming quickly. Happy is anyone observing the words of the prophecy of this scroll."(NWT)

Note: the word "Jehovah" was inserted by New World Translation committee. Check the interlinear to confirm.

Two line of evidence pointing to Jesus are:

1. The person that sent his Angel to declare the message to his slaves is Jesus, not Jehovah. Read Rev 1:1.

2. The phrase "I am coming QUICKLY" is consistently attributed to Jesus in the book of Revelation, not Jehovah. (Read rev 2:16; 3:11; 22:20)

Let's start with the first point.

Rev 1:1 says in part:
A revelation by Jesus Christ, which God gave him, to show his slaves the things that must shortly take place. And he (Jesus) sent his angel..."

Rev 22:16 add more proof.

16 “‘I, JESUS, sent my angel to bear witness to you...

So we see that even from the context of Revelation 22, Jesus is the one that sent his Angel.

What about the second point, "I am coming QUICKLY"?

From Revelation chapter 22 also, and even the whole revelation book, that phrase is used for Jesus.

However, chapter 22 identified who is coming quickly. Who? Verse 29 answers:

20 “The one who bears witness of these things says, ‘Yes, I am coming quickly.’” “Amen! Come, Lord Jesus.”

Therefore, Revelation chapter 22 contextually identifies Jesus as God, and also Alpha and Omega. (Verse 12, 13)

Next time, I will discuss Alpha and Omega in the book of revelation.

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Why did you use devil's bible to say slaves when you know that God can never support an evil thing?

Antichrist movement

Antichrist coming

GLOBALINF:
I know it's not to late to retrace

Too late. God's Word is in full effect on since people refused to repent from their evil ways.

Juliearth:
Marrying the wrong person makes marriage wrong. If you marry wrong, the absence of all these vices you highlighted would not guarantee peace or cordiality.

Like using the wrong tool, even if you marry the right person it still will not work.

Numbers 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10 are not simple

cococandy:
Would you like her to correct you in a slightly rude manner?

If after 10 years and multiple children you still haven’t made it second nature to respect her, I can’t blame her for being upset at you.

See blameshifting and diversion in operation. Exactly how women always play.

The point is not about you slight or huge correction and you know it.

The point is that be you women do not want to be corrected at all, at all whether slight or blastingly. You people hate it and you do not want men to do it at all (your preferance)

However, since your preference is not easily realeyesable, you are have mannipulated and bent men to correct you people very very softly, like you people are babies, which you people pretend to be, pretending as if you would break like a tumbler if blasted.

Whereas you are a full grown human being having rights and power and understanding of life and therefore strong more than enough to take correction. whether slight or forcefull.

And this is even more proven by the fact that men have beaten the shit out of ya and you did not die, Women too.have slapped and beaten the shit out of you and yet here yougo are.

Even you yourselves have dished out the same level of battery as proven by your fights with fellow women, neighbours and what you do to housegirls and children in your hand

So, stop acting like a little correction will kill you.

Bendeco2020:
Yeah she's old and the energy is no longer there.

I grew up without my father having a car and it didn't affect me rather made me stronger

So you are paying mummy because your father could not do it?

That is what is called overcompensation.

And after doing this you expect your wife to love you?

See how people have already planted the dynamite that blows up one of the pillars that upholds a marriage

You guys clearly are not qualified to be married

Bendeco2020:
Your mom is not carrying your kids

But you can manage your car with your wife

Must you buy a seperate one for her ni?

I can trek and leave the car for my wife

Think well man. No man is working to suffer. So why would I work at buy a car for myself and then transfer the car to my wife and resort to walking around after buying a second car which I gave to mumsi?

If your neighbor did that even you called him mad.

OlujobaSamuel:
Hmmmmm, my wife first, kids second, parents 3rd, if you no like am, enter lagoon.

Na so e dey even be. No mind devil

SoftSport:
Ebuka has a point. Your wife might not always be your wife, and if something happens to you, that car you bought her will end up with another man. But your mother will always be your mother.

See family. thief, thief.

Husband's property belongs to the wife that is why he married her and she lived, worked and served him and most especially as you peopleare do not let daughters partake in the inheritance of her father.

So she would not get from her father's house and she still will not get from her husband's house again?

You people are too too wicked o and you expect not to go to hellfire!

If you want to give your mother, give her, but your things belong to your wife.

Fahvvy:
That woman is a failure as a wife and a mother ...

First, you refused to satisfy your husband and then you allowed another woman, your own daughter to meet the needs of your husband ...

How blind can you be not to notice this?!! ...

Under the same roof!!?! And you call yourself a "home maker"?! ...

Madam you should be the one in prison for gross neglect of your duties ...

Guy be reasonable and where did you get this?

If she was not satisfying him, he would not marry her.

Secondly, you are right to say that she could not have known for women even know this has been going on since Lot's daughters slept with him, so they are very very well aware.

It is men who did not or at best were stuck at the suspicion stage. in which they later now know because they too then grew up and had sex with their daughters.

Which is why they too became silent like the women and everyone carrying on pretending as if they do not see and know that this shit is happening, hence the need to expose it.

Juliearth:
Angry because? You think I have time for all these st*pid gender fights? Get in character! If the op understands my point, that is all that matters.

See it. You are very angry.

Juliearth:
Tame what you do not like from the get go. I'm certain the ramblings didn't start today, but you are only just complaining now. Communicate your concerns to your wife and make her understand likely consequences that her action might beget.
All the best!

See how angry you are. Clearly you are just complaining on behalf of the wife that he should have shown and communicated earlier that he does not like taking you women's shit so that you would tell him that you won't marry him.

So on behalf of his wife you are angry that you did not know that he was like this or was going to be like and was going to complain and ask you to stop this rubbish.

MrAnonymous911:
Funny enough, we've been married for 10yrs now but it just seems like i can't or just not allowed to get angry when she does something wrong, if i show any form of disappointment or correct her in a slightly rude manner, she'll throw up a tantrum, saying things like "it's fine o", "you've changed", or she'll just deny any form of responsibility to the error she made, this really pisses me off and most times i endup apologizing for being mad at her.
I think it's my fault sha, maybe i babied her too much right from the start, don't get me wrong,she's a good woman and amazing wife and mother to the kids but am not allowed to express anger in my own house.

Wait..... Or am i the bad guy?

As you can see from the comments here women do this a lot. And clearly their home training does not cover taking liability for their actions.

Whose fault? Again parents and the. worldas they treat her like an egg/treat her like a lady for she is delicate.

Aboki shit! Its all manipulation to give women unearned and undeserving advantage so that they can do all the stupid evil shits they do and still get away with it.

And still have the nearest man to them blamed for it (history of blameshifting) whether boyfriend/husband and or son. That is one of the reasons why women always want to have a man close to them..

So, its time to teach her that she is a human being and not an egg or a delicate flower. Remind her that when she pursues her interest she remembers she is very very strong and a human being with rights and power but how come when she does wrong, she expects to be handled like an egg?

That is just not fair nor right and any marriage built this way will crumble for you have even endured for more than 10yrs and for you to complain now means your endurance is getting exhausted.

After that you will give up and your marriage will die and you will fall for the traps of the women outside who are pretending to be more reasonable and fair than her.

So treat it now that you are still in control of your emotions and reasonabilty.

Know this sha, when you start taking her down, your marriage go shake and it would look like you guys are going to be break up but i think, you would not unless she is a mad and very very stupid woman who can not be reasoned with. And if she is so, then my advice is not for you oo.

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Unified this, Unified that Antichrist is near.

One world in motion

For a long time I had believed my father loved me. On my twentiethbirthday, I knew the truth. That day was my awakening to the heartlessness of men, and the absurdity of love. That day, I grew up, I grew old and I died.

It was the last day I spoke or saw my father. He killed me, so I made sure I remained dead to him. I became a living dead, dead inside and alive only in looks.

As I left him that evening, I looked back a lot of times. He didn’t recant, he didn’t rethink. He watched me leave. The tears were streaming from both our eyelids. I could feel his sorrow; it was thick enough to touch. The feeling was apt; death had occurred.

The man came for me twice, later. But he came as a father coming for his daughter. He should have come for me as a soul for its soul mate, like breath for air, like the dying for life. That was what we were; romance and its love.

He came, just that twice. I waited for him too, but he never came again. I gave up.

I made a new resolve. Men would learn from me, the very hard way. I have what they want. My beauty is the glaring kind that every body agrees with. But my heart would be a different matter. I knew most men wouldn’t resist me; they can’t be as tough as my father, my looks were not enough for that man to change his mind and do the right thing, the best thing.

It wasn’t easy. It took a while before I could stand the touch of any other man, but vengeance helped me detach my body from myself.

I would forever be grateful for my looks; it was my ultimate shield. It helped me survive and helped my resolve. I set off on a mission, to hurt as I had been hurt. I soon became very successful. I brought both boys and men to their knees. I killed them and still left them alive. I remember the families that fought themselves over me, the brothers that would never forgive each other, the scandalized churches and governments, the suicides, the bankruptcies. There is a lot a body can do when it is rightly motivated.

My father didn’t know what he unleashed.

Payback is a beautiful side of nature. There is no payback as sweet and profound as when it’s total and final, like death. No man recovered that encountered me.

But vengeance was not so much fun. I didn’t feel any lasting relief. Hurting men didn’t make me feel much better; it was a constant reminder to my own heartbreak. But I couldn’t stop. Sometimes I wondered what the whole point was. I could never lose the pangs I had for my father’s touch. Payback did not completely fill the chasm that my father dug in me. I doubt if anything ever would.

I would have easily given everything up for things to get back to what it was.

I lived like someone on a mission, and I wanted to be free from the service, but I just couldn’t. In moments of weakness, I would always think about what my father and I had. Thinking about our perfect love brought me tears and gave me joy. At such moments, I would really try to feel and have fun, I would let my guard down to see if I would be alive again. It was no use. No other man was like my father. No one even came close. No one was able to get me right, something was always missing. With my dad it was perfect, he knew just what I wanted, and how. No two people were ever in sync as my father and I was. No other man could bring me alive.

The last time I had pleasure was with my father.

This many years have past, since I lost my beloved father. And more recently the world lost him too. I just left his grave side. I have never been able to understand why I keep visiting his grave, despite the distance, despite all. And each time, I always leave with an exhausting longing, a fiery desire, and an intense craving.

I would do anything; anything, just to have sex with my father again.

https://www.nairaland.com/3298918/suicidal-mission-anything-sex-father#48628123

Our love transcended that of a father and his daughter. It was the stuff of heaven. No, His reason wasn’t religious, not at all, my father wasn’t that sentimental. I was his sole religion, he worshiped me.

There was no one else either, I knew that much. My mother died while birthing me. Ever since, I had been my father’s heartbeat. And he was my breath. I never missed my mother. I never knew her, never would meet her. I would, perhaps, have liked to know her, but somehow I thank God she wasn’t with us. It would have been awkward. I don’t think I could have shared my father with any one.

My father gave no reason for killing me. He couldn’t explain why we could no longer have what we had. There was nothing I didn’t think, there was no thought I didn’t wish to explain his decision by. Something, perhaps, must have happened to his hormones. I couldn’t believe this was my perfect father. I couldn’t believe my day could ever become so dark.

He only said he was doing it for me, that it was for the best, my best. How could I have ever believed the man loved me? He even looked sad that day, so sorrowful and tired. In better times and in our previous world, I would have taken him in my arms as I was wont, and work my magic on him. Over the years I had learnt his special recipe. I was the only one who knew his mix. I had never asked him, but I sensed that even my mother didn’t take him to the heights I took him.

But his words belied the sorrow on his features. He had said the break up words so casually, so matter of factly, as if he had thought it through and found it a simple matter. There should be a special kind of voice and words for pronouncements of that nature, something equal and suitably terrible. The normalcy and casualness of his words were a negation. It was like mockery. I didn’t know I could ever stop being what I was to him; I had never thought our relationship would end. But end it did, and in so shocking a manner. Good things shouldn’t end that abruptly. Relationships don’t die at once. Death is not a casual occurrence.

The most painful part of it was that I didn’t die. I felt like dying. I wanted to die. But I didn’t know how to go about it. I should have killed him too; I should have hurt him too. He looked like he was hurting, but I should have made sure. It is too painful to feel the pain of death and yet be alive. There is no pain worse than the pain of death.

And then, the man wanted us to be Father and Daughter, just father and daughter. I couldn’t understand why he would want to reduce our love to something merely biological and normal. Why on earth couldn’t he see that I could never be happy as just his daughter, and that I could never be remotely happy with any other arrangement? We were happy, I made him happy. Why do some people reject their own happiness?

I didn’t cry. It was painful what he did, but I didn’t cry. He said it was okay.

I didn’t cry the second time either. I liked it. He was gentler. He told me it was our secret, our special thing, and no one should know about it.

I went to him the third time it happened, it was raining and the thunders scared me. We did it again, I enjoyed it. We began to do it more often, and each time I enjoyed it more.

I was twelve that first time, and a happy child, happier than any other child I knew. I doubt if any other child had so much love. I was my father’s lover and he was mine. Everything was perfect.

And then, on my twentieth birthday, the unthinkable happened.

My father broke up with me. Just like that. He said it wasn’t right, what we do, and that we must stop. End of matter. It felt like a full stop at the end of an epitaph. It was too sudden.

I had no warning, no premonition. The break up was like death. I had taken the week off from school just to be with the only man in my life, the best man I ever knew, or so I thought. I thought my birthday would have ended sensually, like all the others. It was usually the best birthday present he gave me, a passionate night of love making right out of a romance novel.

It had been a while. My higher education had taken me away. And I sorely missed my beloved father. I went home that day with thoughts of my father obscuring all other thoughts. I arrived late in the evening. He wasn’t home yet. I made myself as adorable as he liked. It was not hard. My allure had never needed much artificial furnishings; a touch here and a touch there, and I would be set to win any beauty contest. That evening I was at my best.

All my preparations and quivering anticipation was to have ended in bliss, the kind only my father could give me.

Instead, I got the shock of my life. That terrible day, I knew exactly how the Deer must feel when the hunter’s bullet crashes through its heart. I learnt how it must feel to be shot out of the sky.

I had hoped he didn’t mean it, that this was just another punishment, but the way he said it convinced me it was final. I knew my father; I knew the look on his face. It was the same look he had when he shot Dragon our Alsatian. This was not like before when he would refuse to touch me because I misbehaved. My father had never hit me or scolded me; his punishments were usually more severe and silent. He would simply refuse to touch me for days on end. Such days were hell for me. I could barely survive without him. When he was pleased with me, he really would take his time and give me much pleasure that I never knew was possible.

I was a very well behaved child; I had all the proper manners for a proper lady. Thanks to my father.

But this was no punishment. This was a cessation. This was my death. I tried to make him see reason, to convince him that we were to be forever. I told him of our joys, our laughs and how love couldn’t be any better. I begged him not to kill his beloved and only child.

The man was like a stone.

It is true what they say. Men are beasts; unfeeling beasts.

How could he end something so wonderful, something so perfect? He said he still loved me, but I didn’t believe him, I couldn’t believe that. He couldn’t even look me in the eye when he said it. There must have been a reason, but I didn’t care for whatever it was. I knew it wasn’t about right or wrong, there is no love that can be wrong, especially the kind we had. It was beautiful; we were one, my father and I.