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Check this. Will definitely clear some doubts in the air.

menxer:
Long story short: it's a spiritual Awakening/enlightenment.

It's not under the monopoly of any religion.

Jesus is the only way to eternal life. No other religion or way can lead to life. Many people will bite their fingers in regret at the last day because thry refused to believe in the One God has sent. No one has ever laid down his life for another to be saved from eternal destruction. Jesus, because of His love, redeemed mankind from sin by dying in their place. He bore the punishment meant for you and I so that we will not be destroyed as a result of our sin. Think about this. It is love that made Him do this. And it is love that made Him call us to accept this gift of life in Christ.
[Url=http://www.wheatlandbiblechapel.org/salvation-32/p-alignleftfont-color000000preacher-of-the-old-school-6437] The Preacher of the Old School[/url]

LastMumu:
I don born again over 50 times in the last two years, the thing sef don tire me. I go born again today, all these babes wey dey my street go just carry yansh kon camp person for house kon spoil my born again. Which kind life be this na.

Jesus came to die for us, that we will not live aain in sin. What you need is discipleship. Do you belong to a local church where the truth of God's word is being taught? Do you really desire to be established in Christ? Is there a trusted Christian around you who can help you. I'll be praying for you.

Omitusaf (07032936474, omitusaf@gmail.com, omitusaf.)

Nah... Not at all. Not even a bit

Ah! Action film. Full of suspense...

Happy Sunday. Let us allow the reality of this story to bear upon us. Let us be challenged to represent Christ in all things; not minding the difficulties and the pain we encounter. Let us reach out to that unsaved brother, that annoying boss, that spouse, and show everyone the boundless love of Christ.
May God bless us all.

Raphael81:
wow so sweet

Amen

H2Ossss:
i biliv d story is nice... as an engineer i cant read long passages though... prefer diagrams or numbers/equations.

H2Ossss:
i biliv d story is nice... as an engineer i cant read long passages though... prefer diagrams or numbers/equations.

I tried posting an abridged version, but could not. It was just too wonderful. God bless this in our hearts.

bolaji3071:
Wow! So touching....Jesus is Lord. :-

I personally was stirred up by this story. God grant His children courage to stand strong till the end.

Igbaba2:
Hian, 2 long nah!

Yeah but so touching.

Here is a true life story as told by a doctor:
During the American war, I was surgeon in the United States army, and after the battle of Gettysburg there were many hundred wounded soldiers in my hospital, amongst whom were twenty-eight who had been wounded so severely that they required my service at once. Some whose legs had to be amputated, some their arms, and others both their arm and leg. One of the latter was a boy who had been but three months in the service, and being too young for a soldier. He enlisted as a drummer. When my assistant surgeon and one of my stewards wished to administer chloroform, previous to the amputation, he turned his head aside and positively refused to receive it. When the steward told him that it was the doctor’s orders, he said: “Send the doctor to me.” When I came to his bedside, I said: “Young man, why do you refuse chloroform? When I found you on the battlefield you were so far gone that I thought it hardly worth while to pick you up; but when you opened those large blue eyes I thought you had a mother somewhere who might, at that moment, be thinking of her boy. I did not want you to die on the field, so ordered you to be brought here; but you have now lost so much blood that you are too weak to endure an operation without chloroform, therefore you had better let me give you some.” He laid his hand on mine, and looking me in the face, said: “Doctor, one Sunday afternoon, in the Sabbath-school, when I was nine and a half years old, I gave my heart to Christ. I learned to trust Him then; I have been trusting him ever since, and I can trust Him now. He is my strength and my stimulant. He will support me while you amputate my arm and leg.” I then asked him if he would allow me to give him a little brandy. Again he looked me in the face saying: ” Doctor, when I was about five years old my mother knelt by my side, with her arm around my neck, and said: ‘ Charlie, I am now praying to Jesus that you may never know the taste of strong drink your papa died a drunkard, and went down to a drunkard’s grave, and I promised God, if it were His will that you should grow up, that you should warn young men against the bitter cup.’ I am now seventeen years old, but I have never tasted anything stronger than tea and coffee, and as I am, in all probability, about to go into the presence of my God, would you send me there with brandy on my stomach?” The look that boy gave me I shall never forget. At that time I hated Jesus, but I respected that boy’s loyalty to his Savior; and when I saw how he loved and trusted Him to the last, there was something that touched my heart, and I did for that boy what I had never done for any other soldier I asked him if he wanted to see his chaplain. “Oh! Yes, sir,” was the answer. When Chaplain R. came, he at once knew the boy from having often met him at the tent prayer-meetings, and taking his hand said: “Well, Charlie, I am sorry to see you in this sad condition.” “Oh, I am all right, sir,” he answered. “The doctor offered me chloroform, but I declined it; then he wished to give me brandy, which I also declined; and now, if my Savior calls me, I can go to Him in my right mind.” “You may not die, Charlie,” said the chaplain but if the Lord should call you away, is there anything I can do for you after you are gone? ” “Chaplain, please put your hand under my pillow and take my little Bible; in it you will find my mother’s address; please send it to her, and write a letter, and tell her that since the day I left home I have never let a day pass without reading a portion of God’s word, and daily praying that God would bless my dear mother; no matter whether on the march, on the battle-field, or in the hospital.” “Is there anything else I can do for you, my lad?” asked the chaplain. “ Yes; please write a letter to the superintendent of the Sandsstreet Sunday-school, Brooklyn, N.Y., and tell him that the kind words, many prayers, and good advice he gave me I have never forgotten; they have followed me through all the dangers of battle; and now, in my dying hour, I ask my dear Savior to bless my dear old superintendent. That is all.”
Turning towards me he said: “Now, doctor, I ant ready; and I promise you that I will not even groan while you take off my arm and leg, if you will not offer me chloroform.” I promised, but I had not the courage to take the knife in my hand to perform the operation without first going into the next room and taking a little stimulant myself to perform my duty. While cutting through the flesh, Charlie Coulson never groaned; but when I took the saw to separate the bone, the lad took the corner of his pillow in his mouth, and all that I could hear him utter was: “O Jesus, blessed Jesus! Stand by me now.” He kept his promise, and never groaned. That night I could not sleep, for whichever way I turned I saw those soft blue eyes, and when I closed mine the words, “Blessed Jesus, stand by me now,” kept ringing in my ears. Between twelve and one o’clock I left my bed and visited the hospital; a thing I had never done before unless specially called, but such was my desire to see that boy. Upon my arrival there I was informed by the night steward that sixteen of the hopeless cases had dies, and been carried down to the dead-house. “How is Charlie Coulson, is he among the dead?” “I asked. “No, sir,” answered the steward, “he is sleeping as sweetly as a babe.” When I came up to the bed which he lay, one of the nurses informed me that, about nine o clock, two member of the Y.M.C.A. came through the hospital to read and sing a hymn. They were accompanied by Chaplain R., who knelt by Charlie Coulson’s bed, and offered up a fervent and soul- stirring prayer; after which they sang, while still upon their knees, the sweetest of all hymns, “Jesus, lover of my soul,: in which Charlie joined. I could not understand how that boy, who had undergone such excruciating pain, could sing.
Five days after I had amputated that dear boy’s arm and leg, he sent for me, and it was from him on that day I heard the first gospel sermon. “Doctor,” he said, “my time has come; I do not expect to see another sun rise; but thank God, I am ready to go; and before I die I desire to thank you with all my heart for your kindness to me. Doctor, you are a Jew, you do not believe in Jesus; will you please stand here and see me die, trusting my Savior to the last moment of my life?” I tried to stay, but I could not; for I had not the courage to stand by and see a Christian boy die rejoicing in the love of a Jesus whom I had been taught to hate, so I hurriedly left the room. About twenty minutes later a steward, who found me sitting in my private office covering my face with my hand, said: ”Doctor, Charlie Coulson wishes to see you.” “I have just seen him,” I answered, “and I cannot see him again.” “But, doctor, he says he must see you once more before hoe dies.” I now made up my mind to see him, say an endearing word, and let him die; but I was determined that no word of his should influence me in the least so far as his Jesus was concerned. When I entered the hospital I saw he was sinking fast, so I sat down by his bed. Asking me to take his hand, he said, ” Doctor, I love you because you are a Jew; the best friend I have found in this world was a Jew.” I asked him who that was. He answered: “Jesus Christ, to whom I want to introduce you before I die; and will you promise me, doctor, that what I am about to say to you, you will never forget?” I promised; and he said: “Five days ago, while you amputated my arm and leg, I prayed to the Lord Jesus Christ to convert your soul.” These words went deep into my heart. I could not understand how, when I was causing him the most intense pain, he could forget all about himself and think of nothing but his Savior and my unconverted soul. All I could say to him was: “Well, my dear boy, you will soon be all right.” With these words I left him, and twelve minutes later he fell asleep, “safe in the arms of Jesus.” Hundreds of soldiers died in ray hospital during the war; but I only followed one to the grave, and that one was Charlie Coulson, the drummer boy; and I rode three miles to see him buried. I had him dressed in a new uniform, and placed in an officer’s coffin, with a United States flag over it.
That boy’s dying words made a deep impression upon me. I was rich at that time so far as money is concerned, but I would have given every penny I possessed if I could have felt towards Christ as Charlie did; but that feeling cannot be bought with money. Alas! I soon forgot all about my Christian soldier’s little sermon, but I could not forget the boy himself. I now know that at that time I was under deep conviction of sin; but I fought against Christ with all the hatred of an orthodox Jew for nearly ten years, until, finally, the dear boy’s prayer was answered, and God converted my soul.
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Pls consider this post.
https://www.nairaland.com/2764967/father-kill-me-dont-steal

A man, seeking for objects of charity, got into the room of a tenement house. It was vacant. He saw a ladder pushed through the ceiling. Thinking that perhaps some poor creature had crept up there, he climbed the ladder, drew himself up through the hole, and found himself under the rafters. There was no light but that which came through a bull’s eye in the place of a tile. Soon he saw a heap of chips and shavings, and on top a boy about ten years old.
"Boy, what are you doing there?”
“Please don’t tell anybody--- please, sir."
“What are you doing here?”
“Don’t tell anybody, sir; I’m hiding."
"What are you hiding from?"
"Don’t tell anybody, if you please, sir.”
"Where’s your mother?”
“Mother is dead"
"Where’s your father?”
“Hush don’t tell him! don‘t tell him! but look here!”
He turned himself on his face, and through the rags of his jacket and shirt, the man saw the boy’s flesh bruised, and the skin broken.
“Why, my boy, who beat you like that?”
“Father did, sir.”
"What did your father beat you like that for?"
"Father got drunk, sir, and beat me ‘cos I wouldn’t steal."
“Did you ever steal?”
“Yes, sir. I was a street thief once."
“And why don’t you steal anymore?” “Please, sir, I went to the mission school, and they told me there of God, and of heaven, and of Jesus; and they taught me, ‘Thou shalt not steal; and I’ll never steal again, even if father kills me for it. But, please, sir, don’t tell him."
"My boy, you must not stay here; you will die. Now, you wait patiently here for a little time; I’m going away to see a lady. We will get a better place for you than this.”
"Thank you, sir; but please, sir, would you like to hear me sing a little hymn?"
Bruised, battered, forlorn, friendless, motherless, hiding away from an infuriated father, he had a little hymn to sing.
"Yes, I will hear you sing your little hymn."
He raised himself on his elbow and then sang,
"Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child,
Suffer me to come to Thee.
Fain would I to Thee be brought,
Gracious Lord, forbid it not,
In the Kingdom of Thy grace,
Give a little child a place."
"That's the little hymn, sir. Goodbye".
The gentleman went away, came back again and climbed the ladder. There were the chips, and there was the little boy with one hand by his side, and the other tucked in his bosom, underneath the little rugged shirt, stone dead.

Dear reader, how is it with your soul before God? Are you ready if your eternity came suddenly as a thief in the night? What answer would you give to the Great Judge, before whom there is no respect of persons?
I solemnly and affectionately beseech you, accept Jesus as your Saviour and Lord and flee from the wrath to come. Remember "there is no work, no device...in the grave, where you are going" (Ecc. 9:10).
May God bless your soul!

Hello nairalanders. I am a final year student of Physics Electronics keen on pursuing a career in Instrumentation and Control. Are there any professional courses and softwares like Prince2, Hadoop, AutoCAD, etc available for the career?

Inductive method. Actually this is a broad method. Check out www.preceptaustin.org/inductive_bible_study.html for more.

Pls take time to read this touching story about three little children, who, last autumn, late in the season, wandered alone in a dreary region of New Brunswick. The sun had already sunk in the west, and the gloom of evening was spreading itself over the surrounding country. The night came on fast; and feeling sure that they could not get home before daybreak, the eldest (a girl of only six years) quietly placed the two little ones in a sheltered nook on the sea-beach; and fearing the cold, chilly night for the younger children, Mary stripped off most of her own clothes to keep them warm. She then started off to gather dry sea-weed, and whatever else she could find, to cover them with. Having tenderly in this way wrought for some time to make them a nest, she at last fell down exhausted with the cold, and half bare to the cold inclement night. That evening the loving father and tender mother sat up wondering at their children’s long absence; the hours dragged slowly past with anxious watching, and silent listening for the wellknown little pattering feet. In vain the fond parents’ eyes pierced through the darkness. At length they roused the neighbors with their anxious inquiries after their lost ones. All that night was passed in searching and in tears, till early in the morning, lying fast asleep, and same- - -what numbed with cold, were found little Johnny and Lizzie. But, oh I a touching spectacle lay near them; their young savior was stiff, cold and dead on the sea-weed which the poor little child heroine had not strength to drag into the nook, where those she so deeply loved, and died to save, were sleeping. Thus this little New Brunswick girl died in her successful and self- sacrificing endeavor to save her brother and sister. Does not this recall the love of the Lord Jesus Christ to you who read? Mary went to the full extent of human love in dying for her little brother and sister. “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” Yet the Lord Jesus laid down his life for his enemies; for “scarcely for a righteous man will one die; yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die; but God commendeth His love toward us,” etc. He makes no mistakes. Yet how many listen to this story with more emotion and interest than they do to the story of the cross, where the love of Jesus, the Son of God, is told in letters of blood! - Dawn of the Morning. Surrender your life to Christ today and let him save you from death. He loves you and has died on the cross that you may be saved.

Pls send me a copy. My email is omitusaf@gmail.com

2sexynet:
yeah... true. i am a domain flipper and have sold 4 domains so far to a total of over $1000 since November. The recent one is MedicalBillingSoftware.co.uk

You can verify it by copying and pasting the link below into your address bar.

domainlore.co.uk/medicalbillingsoftware.co.uk

dont include 'www' if you have been visiting the Omowumi scam thread, you must have seen 2jideofor, that is me. so, when you visit the link above, you will the seller as Jideofor. that is me.

Domaining is cool for those who know how to spot gems.

My methods are using keyword domain, which was responsible for my first $500 in October last year. The investment was just $10 and I sold it 7 days later, drops , following economic and technology trends and also creativity.

some domains are sold faster and some could take weeks or months.

How did you go about it?

Pls can one use templates? How efficient are these? Anyone have an answer to that...

What are the differences between jQuery, jQuery UI and jQuery Mobile?

checkmateman:
Nice, almost finishing the ebook on jquery

Which book are you studying and how effective is it?

This thread is for query enthusiasts, beginners and pro. Here we interact with one another about tutorials, code snippets and others.

datoms:
Please I will keep this short. If you are into Wordpress, drop your email or send a mail to thomasokeyson@gmail.com
I have a package for you. A package you've Been looking for. So be fast and let not this opportunity pass you by as I will only accept the first 20 people after which. I will close the thread.

Please be informed that this is only for Wordpress developers and lovers of Wordpress too. If you have no connection with Wordpress, then I'm afraid to say, but this is not for you. Thanks

Awaiting your emails

omitusaf@gmail.com

Squad4:
Go home to see them and relax a bit, then get a move on. Seek out opportunities try to get your first job, the pay is not important at this point...one thing i can advise is to find a private company that are into a field you have interest, offer to work free that you just need the experience, be passionate about your proposal. Trust me you will get in they would be forced to give you a stipend for transport and then work diligently, if something comes out, you will be the first person on the list to be considered and at the same time, your CV will read you are currently employed and in a good industry which will help you with other job applications.


All the best bro! Above all watch and PRAY!!!

Have you experienced this?

omitusaf@gmail.com

Anuoluwap:
Thank you for writing out the lyrics of Nathaniel Bassey's song. The guy really tried, but I'm not sure why you didn't put it there that it's a song written by someone.

I wanted it to be as a message to someone, not only as a song lyric. The words carry so much weight that it's worth perusing.

This is the story of a brother who slept and woke up in Foreverland. He looked around, nothing's familiar. He wondered how he got to be there. He took a walk around the city and saw this brick house with a small door. He walked into the room and saw a man in white. "Must be an angel", so he said: "Mr. Angel I'm a stranger, don't know what's going on, the last thing I remember was I slept last night". "This is a border town that takes you where you get a crown. Must have heard of Heaven where you came
from. Only those whose name I find written in this book of life will forever be in paradise."

Is your name in this book of life?
Is your name in this book of life here?

Flipping the pages of this great book, this brother gave a cursory gaze. He saw the names of prophets, saints and martyrs who kept the faith and won the race. But he said "Mr. Angel, where is my name?"
"Can you tell me what is going wrong?
"I'm a pillar in my local church, give the offerings and the tithes, feed the poor and have myself a good name"
Is my name in this book of life?
Is my name in this book of life here?
Tell me is my name in this book of life?
Is my name in this book of life here?

"Unforgiveness lurks within your heart. Some folks that you will never let go. Little foxes and secret faults will spring surprises on that final day."

So much for this wonder dear reader. What about you? What about me? Let him who thinks that he stands, let him take heed lest he falls. Only the pure in heart will see Jesus; those whose garment glow with purity.

Is your name in that book of life?
Is your name in that book of life there?
Is your name in that book of life?
Tell me is your name in that book of life there?
Think about it.

-Adapted from Nathaniel Bassey's "Book of Life".

Saopedro:
Nope, I went to their office in Alagbaka on Monday to submit the slip but they didnt collect it, saying we will be contacted when its time for the submission.

Thanks for the info.

ritzytbabs:
Yeah that's what I thought, did my reg on the same INEC website. until I paid a visit to INEC office here to inquire about how my voters card could be transferred from Niger State to Kadunaa (cuz that was where I registered while I was still in school) only to see guys with copies of their acknowledgement slips at the entrance filling the visitors login book n collecting visitors tag. I asked em Hwfa and was told we are to submit a copy there. I came back the following day to submit mine. The log book is more or less a register where you fill in your name, post applied ( whether APO or PO), your email, phone nos, and whether you a serving corp member or ex-corper. And they asked which local govt I resided in kaduna, my printed slip was slotted into an envelope barring the local Govt area.

Pls was your PVC then transferred to you?