The devil whispered to him, “go and start a church.” And he listened to the devil.
Those who are superstitious will be repelled by such a statement. Such people would think, ‘surely the devil wouldn’t encourage you to start a church because the church would be promoting the kingdom, helping people and blessing them.’ Well such thinking is faulty because it presupposes that the devil only uses ‘bad things’ to derail, distract or destroy God’s calling on the believer’s life. But the devil uses absolutely anything he can come up with to effect his agenda against the saints. The devil can tell you to do something which looks good in order to sabotage God’s true agenda for your life.
The devil can push Mr A to start a church while he abandons God’s assignment for his life which is to acquire 50,000 hectares of land in Osun state, grow cocoa, process, package and export it to Europe. If Mr A follows this ‘start a church’ thought planted in his heart by the enemy, he may think that he is ‘doing a lot for the kingdom,’ but in reality he would be causing harm to God’s plan. If his cocoa farm is not in operation, a certain number of people will not be employed by his company. Their families will not be taken care of by the money they would have earned by working at the farm. God would have to open different channels to meet the needs of those families. God would have to raise up another man or woman to pursue and effect His plan of starting the cocoa project. Continue reading
1 Kings 18:19
Now therefore send, and gather to me all Israel unto mount Carmel, and the prophets of Baal four hundred and fifty, and the prophets of the groves four hundred, which eat at Jezebel’s table.
In the days of Elijah the Tishbite, there were three categories of prophets in the land of Israel.
The prophets of Baal.
The prophets who ate at Jezebel’s table
Elijah and the prophets of The Lord.
The prophets of Baal openly served their sex and fertility god called Ashtoreth. Their worship of this evil deity wasn’t hidden. It was known to all that these particular prophets were absolutely dedicated to the worship of Ashtoreth. These were evil men who didn’t even pretend to follow Jehovah in any way.
Then there were the four hundred prophets who ate at Jezebel’s table. Jezebel was the daughter of a king who worshipped Ashtoreth. She married Ahab king of Israel and brought her Ashtoreth/baal worship along with her. Jezebel was a wicked woman who loved to be in control of both the political and spiritual aspects of the kingdom. These prophets allied and aligned themselves with this wicked woman because of what she offered them. She offered them royal dainties from her table. She offered them a royal lifestyle powered from her throne of wickedness. These prophets ate whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, however they wanted. There was unlimited provision at Jezebel’s table. There was no restraint whatsoever at Jezebel’s table. Eating at Jezebel’s table represents the unrestricted satisfaction of the desires of the flesh.
Those who ate at Jezebel’s table had certain characteristics. Continue reading
The other side of Love.
Anita was exhausted.
The event had been a complete success.
She took a shower and changed into her nightwear. Her phone rang. It was her fiancé Edward.
“The news about your show is all over the city. You did good.”
“When is the next one coming up?”
“As soon as I recover from this one, it was really exhausting.”
“I am so proud of you.”
“How did your meetings go?”
“We had a few hitches, but generally they went well.”
“Are we still doing lunch tomorrow?” she asked.
“Until something comes up,” she said.
“Nothing will come up this time. I have cleared my table. Tomorrow afternoon is free for us.”
“If you say so.”
There was a knock on her door.
“I’ve got to go. See you tomorrow. I love you Edward.”
“I love you Anita.”
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
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.
The Voice Of Strangers.
For many years I wondered why I couldn’t sit under certain ministries. I felt odd and out of place in their midst. It wasn’t as if they were heretics who lived in open sin. They looked good on the outside. They preached ‘feel good’ messages that encouraged believers to ‘live their dream’ and ‘pursue their goals’. Superficially, nothing was wrong with what they preached, but I just couldn’t sit and listen to what they were saying. When many people in the congregation were shouting about how ‘awesome’ these preachers were, my mind was filled with doubt. I couldn’t see Jesus in what they were doing. I felt something was wrong, but I just couldn’t say exactly what.
As I grew in the things of The Lord, I began to understand that not all who call upon the name of Jesus are on His side. I realised that not all who preach in His name were sent by Him. So many people called and sent themselves to preach. It is apparent by the strange fruit which they produce that they are not sent. If you are careful enough to look beyond their rhetoric, you would discover from the fruit of their lives that they are not pursuing the Will of the Father. They are feverishly pursuing their own will and agenda, doing their own thing, building their own kingdoms and filling their temples with disciples made in their own image, not people conformed to the image of The Lord Jesus Christ.
Jesus said there are many thieves and robbers in the ministry. These are very dangerous people who care only for their belly and care nothing at all for your soul. Jesus called them strangers. The motive of strangers is not to feed and protect the sheep, but to fleece them, steal from them and ultimately destroy them. These strangers use the labour, sweat and blood of sheep to enrich themselves. They are quite charismatic and gifted. It is difficult for sheep to see beyond such disguise and deception, therefore, many are misled on a path of error. On their own, without a true guide, sheep tend to be very stupid creatures. They are gullible, easily deceived and misled. It takes Jesus to protect and guide sheep. If the sheep will submit and yield to The Lord Jesus, the sheep will be safe. Continue reading
When Jesus Causes you Pain.
A rich man came to Jesus and asked how he could ‘enter the kingdom of God.’ If the man didn’t have any problems he wouldn’t have needed Jesus. If his money was enough to solve his problems he wouldn’t have needed Jesus. In spite of the money he possessed, the man had big problems and he knew that only Jesus could solve them, so he came to Jesus.
A passage of scripture says, ‘money answers all things.’ “All Things” refer to money related things. Apparently it cannot give solution to all human problems, if it could then rich people will be the happiest on the planet. But sadly they are not. Money cannot solve issues relating to your emotions, mind and soul. Money cannot solve issues that have nothing to do with money. This man’s needs were beyond what money could provide.
The rich man asked Jesus, ‘how can I enter the kingdom of God?’ Jesus looked at him and saw what no other man could see. He saw what covetous and greedy pastors would never see. He saw what wolves cleverly disguised as pastors would never see. He SAW that the rich man was a SLAVE to money. Mammon, the god of money had imprisoned him in its dungeon. Jesus wanted to set him free from bondage to mammon. Jesus said you cannot serve God and mammon. You must choose who you will serve. You can’t serve them both.
‘Sell everything you have. Give the proceeds to charities. Follow me.’
These were not the words the man expected to hear from Jesus. These words cut deep into his soul and exposed the secrets of his heart. These words caused him pain.
The Enemy Within 5
“Don’t accept that invitation. It’s a trap!”
“My friend don’t be so dramatic,” Samson read through the golden scroll he had just received from a messenger. “It’s a party organised by Delilah to honour my contribution to the people of Gaza.”
“I swear it is a trap!” Jahula insisted.
“So you overheard two people discuss how they will set a trap for me. That doesn’t mean anything.” Samson said.
Jahula was getting frustrated with his friend. He just wasn’t listening. Samson could be so obstinate.
“Do you know how many people plot against me daily? They come up with crazy plans and I always outwit them. Last week, when I was in Suki’s house, I saw some strange movements around the house and suspected that the Philistines were planning to trap and destroy me there. I woke up at midnight and carried the gate of the city on my shoulder. They couldn’t do anything to stop me.”
“But if you hadn’t been at Suki’s house that wouldn’t have happened in the first place. You weren’t supposed to be there.”
Samson was lost in thought. “Suki was very good to me. I plan to see her again this week.”
Jahula held his friend’s arm. “Forget about that ungodly woman and listen to me. They seek to destroy you at this party.”
Samson snatched his arm away. “Can’t you tell by now that I am indestructible?”
Hearing those foolish words proceed from the mouth of his friend made Jahula cringe. This wasn’t the man he had known for the past twenty years. This was a different man. A certain darkness had come over Samson’s soul, it had blinded him to the dangers surrounding him. Now he thought he was indestructible. The sin in his soul had deceived him. Samson used to be deeply spiritual but he seemed to have lost the spiritual fervency he once had. It began with the parties, the wine, then with more successes at war came the women. Beautiful women wanted him and he wanted the very worst of them. Samson seemed to have a death wish because he always fell in love with the most treacherous of women. It was either a prostitute today or the daughter of a priest of baal tomorrow. Continue reading
The Enemy Within 4
Suki wrapped the robe around her tired body.
The last client had used up all her energy. It was a hard life. Nobody told her that selling her body for a living could be such hell.
A man entered the sparsely furnished room. He looked around and his eyes settled on Suki lying on the bed.
“How much for the night?” he asked.
“Three silver coins,” she whispered.
The man did not bargain with her. He murmured under his breath, parted his robe and searched for the money.
Suki’s eyes widened in fear as she saw the blue sash under his robes. That was the mark of the secret police! He was there to apprehend her. He wanted to catch her in the act before bringing her before the judges. Prostitution was illegal in Gaza. Secret police like this one pretending to be a customer, made life very difficult for them.
Her hands trembled slightly as she collected the money from the table.
“Are you okay?” The pretender asked her.
“Let me freshen up for you,” she said and entered an inner room. As soon as she was out of sight, she changed into a dress that would give her room to move.
“Don’t take too long,” the pretender said.
“I’ll be with you shortly,” she put all her money in a pouch and tied it around her waist. She heard some footsteps enter the main room. She opened the door slightly and peared into the room. Two other men had joined the pretender and were looking around the room.
Suki opened the back door of the apartment. It creaked loudly like a wailing banshee. Suki swore under her breath. This accursed door would get her arrested.
“How long do I have to wait?” The pretender asked.
Suki didn’t wait to give him an answer.
She fled into the night. Continue reading