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shadeyinka:Thank you! I truly appreciate the advice. God bless. |
muehonyx22:Thank you so much! This means a lot to me. God bless you too. |
I've often attempted to narrate my experiences with God on this thread, but the truth is that I do not feel worthy in the least to speak with any authority in this gathering. I am a sinner, and I'm just not saying this to be modest. I've stumbled and fumbled my way through life, and I'm not proud of it. Yet, I look back in time, and I see a life that has been full of great highs and great lows, and a God who has been constant, patient, gentle and oh so loving. I told a story of how God saved me from the hands of kidnappers while I was a toddler. The truth is that even before I quite understood myself as a person, I always felt a strong connection to God. I always remember a prayer I prayed when I was barely a teenager, again not necessarily knowing anything about God at the time, but I felt like I had seen the world for what it is, and asked God that no matter what it took, He should do whatever it takes to make sure I spend eternity with Him. I've prayed thousands of prayers since then, but God always reminds me of this particular one. Again, I've always felt a profound awareness of the existence of God even when I was not necessarily seeking to be close to God. Perhaps, this awareness also reflected on my character because Christians would always feel comfortable around me and speak to me with the assumption that I was on the same path, even without me acknowledging it. I still do not understand how I became roommates with the Christian Fellowship President in my last year in secondary school. This last year was always a very crucial year in my school...after 5 years of suffering and grueling military training, one finally gained an unexpected level of freedom and liberation in this final year. You could see people establishing their individuality and picking up habits that they would carry into the real world...drinking, smoking partying and many vices were quickly picked up. The dude that was always suggesting we should be roommates, which I was not particularly opposed to, ran with a clique of friends that were into some real deviant stuff I don't even wish to speak on. God knew this was a potential disaster for me, and somehow I ended up rooming with somebody I would frequently pray with and who was just an all around good influence in my life. I still don't understand why he wasn't roommates with his fellow "born-agains"at the time. Fast-forward many years later, and I was in bad shape spiritually...still a struggle. I knew it, the Spirit of God often tugged at my conscience, I wasn't quite sure how to snap out of it, and I wasn't willing enough to let go of the world. I was in a dark place, surrounded by the wrong type of 'friends' in a life that revolved around alcohol and partying. Oddly enough, I look back now and realize that I had talked about God to most of my party friends...we were all in the same mess, but something in me still knew that this was all wrong. One time I found myself at a party, having a grand time and all of a sudden I wasn't...God what am I doing here, was all I could think. About the same time, my Dad called me and asked if everything was fine with my life. Some young ministers came to his office and simply informed him that I was going to be experiencing some serious problems, they delivered the message and vanished. I sat down in my car in a parking lot, Bible in hand, contemplating my fate. In my desperation, I decided to make a vow to God; rescue me from my troubles and I'll dedicate my life to you, I'll never sin again!!!. God knew it was out of desperation(heck, I wasn't done partying) and not true repentance, so right there and then, He made me open my Bible to Ecclesiastes 5:5(I had never seen this verse before)...letting me know I shouldn't make a vow I couldn't keep. Thankfully I didn't make a pledge I couldn't fulfill. God was sending all these warnings...I was going to hit a very rough stretch, but it was going to lead me home(to God) eventually. It got rough. Everything I was involved in, from academic pursuits to my health all started to fall apart. My sister who had always been the most avid christian in my family was taking a serious battering from the devil. I went to see her in the hospital, and for the first time in years I cried like a baby...I couldn't believe how bad it had gotten. The enemy was roaring and so proud of his work that some likely possessed guy that was a patient in the same hospital as my sister, walked into her room, looked her in the eyes and asked her "so where are your angels now?" I was in the proverbial dark tunnel, and it was either sink or swim. You know, I observed that some of my favorite preachers emerged from turbulent pasts to their true calling in life...like they were forged by adversity in the dark tunnel. It's not like God completely abandoned me, I could hear Him ask 'son, can you hear me now?' My parents brought my sister back to Nigeria, as the doctors in the US were confounded by her illness. Some pastor that came to pray for her walked into our house, looked at the family portrait, and points at me saying "this one is also a child of God". God led me away from the city where I was living, surrounded by all kinds of shady characters, to a completely different city. He had to isolate me. I found myself praying one night, and I bared it all before God, I wanted to get right with Him and I wanted to get my life back in order. The next day, I went to a mall and as I walked in I realized I forgot something in the car, so I turned around to go get it, when an old man sitting on the bench grabbed my hand. He said God gave him a message to give to the one that would walk by twice...he wondered what it meant because people were walking back and forth, but as I turned around right in front of him, he realized I was the one. He said God asked Him to inform me that He had heard all my prayers, but that I should also watch what I eat. Wow! God cared about me enough to send a messenger directly to me! I was shocked, excited and a little scared...why should I watch what I eat? This little bit would make sense many years later. Slowly but surely, God was gradually steering me back to the right path. He took me into a season of prayer and fellowship that I so wish could be replicated again in my life. A long prayer for me was barely 15 minutes, but during this period I could praise God and pray for 3 hours. I was woken around the same time every night, filled with so much desire for prayer and worship, for weeks straight. I'm sure the neighbors didn't like this, but no one complained to me. My apartment was on the tenth floor, and I would always open the windows and look out as I praised His name...one night, His presence was so strong and as I looked out the window I saw the biggest and brightest shooting star I have ever seen, it seemed like it was going to make direct impact with me. Whatever it meant, it was amazing...I think I dropped to my knees. I actually thanked God for allowing all the adversities in my life(not that He caused it), because it enabled me to seek Him with more determination, and in seeking Him, I got to know Him better and experience His love on a deeper level. During one of those days of intense prayer, I was heading down on the elevator from the 10th floor to the lobby. On the 5th floor, a pizza delivery guy joins me in the elevator, and as we head down he looks at me and goes "wow, do you know God has answered all your prayers this year?" I don't know if I was glowing from all the prayers , but I asked him how did he know I had been praying. He laughed, and for the next 2 hours we talked about God...even when I tried to remind him he had to get back to work, he said it could wait!! Indeed, God has restored so much in my life. My sister has fully recovered, got married and had her first child last week!! God has done amazing things in my life, prayer is truly the key. But the enemy is still trying his best to steal and to destroy. Out of no where, I had a heart attack! This was about the same time in May when the Cameroonian football player had one too and died. I was visiting the Caribbean Islands when it hit me, the doctor that saw me there said no way...too young for that. But the tests confirmed it. Just when it seemed God had brought me through the storm, disaster loomed. God was always in control, he reinforced my conviction that nothing would happen to me. I believe there was a spiritual battle waged in those crucial hours when my symptoms started. When I told my friend I was feeling some discomfort in my chest, he surprisingly started praying for me so vigorously in front of people...he never did that before. It was like he knew how serious it was before I knew. I saw another white guy I knew with his friends, told him the same thing and he told his friends to go, and immediately started praying for me in public. By the time it got bad and I was taken to the local hospital, the doctor was attending to me when some guy that came to visit his uncle in the hospital came along, interrupts the doctor and insists that he has to pray for me...he wasn't there praying for people either. The doctor gave way and he proceeded to pray for me. I knew God hadn't brought me through everything He did, and sent all these people to pray for me only to watch me die...so I was at ease more than one would imagine. My health insurance coverage includes an emergency evacuation plan, so they were going to send an air ambulance to come get me...but the enemy wasn't done. All of a sudden they couldn't find my information in their system. Precious hours elapsed before they sorted it out and sent the jet to come take me to Miami, Florida. On the ambulance from the airport to the hospital in Miami, as the sirens wailed and cars got out of the way, I started to wonder to myself how I got to this point of barely clinging on to life. It finally dawned on me; WATCH WHAT YOU EAT was the warning from God many years ago. I wasn't steadfast enough in prayer to seek clarification for that warning. I'm relatively young and in decent shape, but as it turned out, I have a genetic predisposition that doesn't allow my cells to take up as much cholesterol from the blood, people like me should avoid red meat and anything that contributes cholesterol which a normal person could eat. So, some of my coronary vessels were compromised and it nearly cost me my life despite a direct warning from God. Thanks to God, I've made a full recovery and there was negligible damage done to my heart. The saddest part of all this is that I still don't have a steady walk with God. The Lord has guided me, He has rescued, He has revealed things, yet I still find that I stumble way too often. It's always due to the neglect of prayer...get too busy, get distracted, and slowly one slips back into sin. Trying to be a Christian without constant prayer is as futile as trying to drive a car without fuel. Keep me in your prayers and I'll do same for you. |
Buhari no get una time. He wants to quickly visit his cattle in Daura and return to base(London). |
Akpi |
SSBN:What did you uncover in your research that led you to the conclusion that most coup plotters have been Airforce officers? |
NCAN...fighting yoruba cannibalism with tribalism since 2007. ![]() |
Great. |
Guys relax, Buhari is in London playing video games...no cause for alarm. |
ndcide:This looks like a RR Phantom, while the other one in your link is a RR Ghost. I'm sure he can afford a few toys. |
Who are these vapid idiots? Has Kanu stepped a foot in your domain, or is he bearing arms to fight anyone? We know your stock in trade is to incite violence, then run and hide, but this time around it would absolutely consume you. Today you want oduduwa republic, tomorrow you're demanding for restructuring, all the while hating on another that wants to determine his own fate. |
sheyinoni:Lol what are you rambling about my friend? I simply attempted to give someone clarity on what a retreat is in the military sense. Where did I claim these soldiers were beating a retreat? More importantly, do I sound like someone who isn't familiar with the military? You want to tell me about soldiers slaps hahaa...do you know if I've served in the same freaking Nigerian Army? Better get your mind right. |
Joeson007:In military parlance(if memory serves me right), a withdrawal is different from a retreat. Many might not make the distinction and use both terms interchangeably. However, a withdrawal is a planned event, executed tactically to relocate troops from an area of engagement. A retreat, while you'll try to maintain a level of orderliness, is done under duress. The enemy is kicking the living crap out of you, you've had enough and decided to bolt. In fact, if you're retreating, you're running. |
Lmaooo...let's just rename the entire country Biafra and declare Nnamdi Kanu emperor and conqueror of Fulani hegemony. |
There are many oppressed and disenfranchised groups in the Islamic Republic of Nigeria. In truth, as Biafra gathers momentum, many of them, even those that reflexively opposed Biafra would find the courage via Biafra to challenge the status quo. |
wintersnow:Hahaaaa, haters are losing their minds. It clearly says A1 in General Mathematics. |
They need to go and learn how to handle Fulani aggression from that militia group in Taraba. You have to establish a well armed and organized group that ruthlessly attacks Fulani settlements in the middle of the night, just like they do yours. Anything else is child's play and they'll continue to attack you with impunity. |
Once upon a time(late 80s/early 90s), kidnapping was rife in Owerri. It wasn't the kind of kidnapping for which ransom was demanded...once you were kidnapped, you were gone for good, unless you somehow miraculously escaped from your captors. So, I was a toddler, home alone with our house help when they came calling. There was a pattern of the kidnappers visiting some of the more quiet neighborhoods in the middle of the day, when they were sure the parents were off to work. There were speculations that they used black magic to convince people to let them into their houses and to do whatever they instructed them to do. Thus, they gained access to our home and sent the house help on an errand away from the house. However, the house help returned from the errand to see the kidnapper running out of the room where I was(seemingly alone), screaming in horror as if he had seen a ghost and bolted out of the house without looking back. Only then did the house help come back to her senses and realize what had almost happened. Everyone we knew in Owerri then that heard the story confirmed that it was a familiar method the kidnappers used...in fact, a few years later, a family friend lost their son under similar circumstances and he was never seen again. Growing up I used to think the kidnapper got scared off by my teddy bear, now I know better and I like to think an angel of the Lord gave him a slap he'll never forget. ![]() |
There I was as a boy-soldier in NMS, sitting under a tree when a snake climbed down my shoulder and was making its way down my chest area when I realized what was happening and freaked out. I jumped up, the snake fell off and disappeared into the bushes. God did His thing o. |
Let your old man drag you up and down different political meetings and events, and see if you don't lose your mind with boredom...speaking from the perspective of a kid. |
False prophets abound. |
The young player was too forward with his approach. He's not necessarily a deviant, he's just a quick learner that stepped up to the big leagues without the necessary skills to navigate the terrain. He goofed, but he's still a legend to his peers for even having the balls to pull this stunt . |
The connections between Catholicism and Islam run very deep. Search on youtube for "Islamic connections" and other similar presentations by Dr. Walter Veith for a thorough and in depth presentation on these connections. |
Reminds me of when John Kerry visited Buhari before the last 'selections'. |
What's the name of that useless minister of finance with frog eyes? Does she know anything, I mean anything at all? |
promisedeco:Nwanne I'm also sick of this clumsy breed and the cringeworthy garbage they post everywhere about Igbos. It's absolutely mortifying. |
Slow dogg has been out forever. He ain't upcoming, he peaked longtime ago. His rapping sucks too. |
FFK is your typical yoruba rabble rouser, I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him. He's latching onto the Igbo now for relevance but he's fooling himself if he thinks Igbo are not familiar with his antics. |
Is there no sense left in yoruba land? |
Whenever I see heavy makeup, forget it. |
ChimaAdeoye:All you've said is factual, and there's precedence to boot. This message needs to be propagated and hopefully people heed the warning. |
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, but I asked him how did he know I had been praying. He laughed, and for the next 2 hours we talked about God...even when I tried to remind him he had to get back to work, he said it could wait!! 