Spiritual food for your soul.
Looking back at my walk with The Lord, I discovered that I have an instinct for spiritual survival. I have a God given instinct to search for and locate where The Lord wants me to be at every point in time. It is this instinct that leads you to a river of spiritual food to nourish your soul. It is this instinct that pulls you into the right circle of believers who seek The Lord out of a pure heart. It is this instinct that leads you into green pastures.
As Elijah was led to the Brook of Cherith in 1Kings 17, so this spiritual instinct leads us to a place or to a person who will nourish our soul with spiritual food in the time of famine. Elijah stayed in that place as long as the brook flowed and produced water. But it came to a time that the brook dried up. When this happened, the Word of The Lord came to him and told him to go elsewhere. Elijah obeyed and moved to the home of the widow of Zarephath and that was where he was nourished until the famine ended. Continue reading
The Enemy Within 6.
He woke up suddenly and looked around him. He had a bad headache and seemed to be suspended between two worlds. He felt completely lost. Two candles were almost burnt out in the holders.
A woman lay beside him. Her hair covered the pillow. She moaned softly and rolled over. He looked closely at her. It was Suki.
He dragged himself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Alcohol did more to distabilise him than a thousand Philistine soldiers. He entered the bathroom and poured some water on his head. The water ran down his locks, his back and dripped on the floor.
“Who’s there?” Suki asked from the bedroom.
“Go back to sleep,” Samson murmured.
There was some ruffling of sheets and seconds later she went back to sleep.
Samson sat on a chair. The window beside him was open and the darkness crept in, making the candles struggle to brighten the room.
It was like the state of his soul: open, vulnerable and dark.
He shook his head to clear it but the effects of the alcohol clung to him, like a blood thirsty vermin, refusing to release his mind to think clearly. Continue reading
Writing and Self Publishing Master Class.
It’s been a while since I taught a writing and self publishing class.
I didn’t want to fall into the trap of teaching others how to write while I did absolutely nothing about my own writing. So, I declined invitations to speak at workshops and focused on writing my own books. The last class I taught was about three years ago. Quite a number of people have asked when my next self publishing seminar is coming up and I told them to hold on until this year. So here we are.
The reason I haven’t organised any seminar in the last three years is simple. I am not in the business of organising seminars on writing to make a living. I am a writer who occasionally teaches on writing. It is important that you recognise this distinction. Continue reading
Gold digger 4
Dayo sat on the edge of his bed staring into the darkness outside his window which threatened to invade his room, but was held at bay by the dim light from his bedside lamp. The night was quiet. But the thoughts in his mind waged a noisy war against his soul.
Since Tina visited him earlier in the week, he had been haunted by fear. It was fear like no other he had felt before in his life. Fear of getting tied to a woman he wasn’t sure about.
The silence in the darkness was broken by a renegade police siren which wailed through the night, and slowly faded into the distance.
He crawled back under the sheets and had a disturbed sleep.
By the time he woke up, it was time for work. He dressed up and rushed out of the house.
He arrived at his office in Marina at 7:30am. His secretary brought him black coffee and sandwiches. He finally settled down to work after breakfast.
At 9:30am he got a call.
It was Tina.
Gold digger 3
“Turn your Bibles to the book of Luke the twelfth chapter and the fifteenth verse,” pastor Afolabi said. The sound of paper from hundreds of bibles filled the hall. Dayo looked at his watch. He still had enough time before his meeting at the club.
“Today, I will be speaking on the subject of contentment,” the pastor continued.
Two hours later, Dayo was at the Ikoyi club having lunch with his friend Timi.
“Dude, you won’t believe who I saw at Heathrow on the way to Lagos last week.”
“Just take a wild guess,” Timi took a sip of his tonic water and smiled.
“You know I don’t like playing games.”
“Oh, you will like to play games with this one!” Timi had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “She is tall and very beautiful. Let me give you a clue. Her name begins with the letter ‘T’,” he smiled. Continue reading
The deception of covetousness.
A few months ago I met a dear brother after a long time. After the pleasantries, I asked him how he was doing. He began to tell me about how much money he was making when I interrupted him. I asked him to tell me about the condition of his soul. That was when he confessed that his spiritual life was in shambles. He had lost his way and needed help to get back on track with The Lord. If I hadn’t stopped him, he would have carefully concealed his dilapidated spiritual condition behind a facade of financial success. His life was more than possessions and money. His real life was suffering while he was busy accumulating material things. His problem was covetousness.
A woman buys shoes, clothes and jewellery at a frantic pace. She hardly wears what she buys but she feels pressured to buy more. She compromises her values, sells her body and soul and is ready to do absolutely anything to get more money and material things in her life. She is driven by covetousness.
A man keeps acquiring cars, houses and women. He is never satisfied with what he has and sits up at night thinking about how to acquire more. He is ready to do absolutely anything to acquire more of what he already has in abundance. He is driven by covetousness. Continue reading