When God lays it on your heart or tells you: “Call Raymond,” “Call Sally,” “Call Andre,” “Call Felicia,” he wants you to pick up your phone, he wants you to drop whatever you are doing, he wants you to forget everything else, he wants you to pay total attention and call that person.
Someone may be saying, “Praise, I got it. So, God wants me to call Andre. I will do it when I am ready.” No. He doesn’t want you to call that person later. He doesn’t want you to do it after the day’s work. He doesn’t want you to do it last thing before you go to bed at night. He doesn’t want you to do it when you resume at work tomorrow morning. No. He wants you to do it now.
When we delay, we miss opportunities. When we delay, we miss out on our breakthroughs. Many of us have delayed making important calls only to discover days later that if we had made that call immediately it crossed our minds, we would have struck an opportunity. If we had put down what we were doing and spent just five minutes to make that call we would have been recipients of a blessing. Continue reading
I have something to share with you on obedience.
Some of the most disobedient people on the planet are believers. Some of the most stubborn people on the planet are Christians. The Lord has told you to take some definite action months ago but until now you have done absolutely nothing about it, yet you have the audacity to question God why he is not blessing you, why he has not answered your prayers for financial breakthrough.
The problem is your blatant disobedience to instructions.
In John 9:7: He told him, “Go wash yourself in the pool of Siloam” (Siloam means “sent”). So the man went and washed and came back seeing!
Jesus met a blind man. He spat on the ground, made some mud, rubbed it on the man’s eyes and told him to go and wash in the pool of Siloam. The blind man found his way to that pool, washed and his sight was restored.
Why didn’t Jesus heal him instantly the way he healed so many people who had the same challenge? Why didn’t Jesus wave his hands over the man’s eyes and heal him? We don’t know. But what we do know is this: Jesus gave him instructions, told him to go and do something specific, ‘wash in the pool of Siloam.’ It was a definite instruction. ‘Wash in the pool of Siloam’ could not become; ‘take a bath in the swimming pool of the best Jewish resort in Rome.’ No. He had to do what he was instructed to do if he wanted to receive his miracle.
The man was told where to go.
He was told what to do when he got there.
He obeyed and he received his miracle. Continue reading
I have something interesting to share with you today. It is about strangers.
When we were children our parents told us not to talk to strangers. They wanted to protect us. That advice worked well as long as we were children. It protected us from some crazy people out there. However, as adults, that advice is redundant, even dangerous. There is absolutely nothing good we can achieve in life without the help of strangers. To be successful in life we need strangers.
Your money is in the hands of strangers. Your success is in the hands of strangers. Your progress is determined by strangers. Favour is waiting for you with strangers. Strangers determine your future.
Success is determined by how many people we can influence or persuade to get behind our cause, to buy our products and services. The more people we can influence, the better for us.
We have to connect with as many people as possible and talk to them about the value that we have to offer. The people you know are not enough to take you to the next level. Your present contacts are not enough to help your dream fly. You require the help of people you’ve never met before in your life to assist you and take you to the next level.
Many of your friends cannot help you.
Many of your contacts cannot help you.
Many people who helped you in the past cannot help you now.
Their season to help and assist you is over.
To move to the next level, you need strangers. Continue reading
People prefer you in poverty than in prosperity.
Years ago, I told my boss I wanted to write a book.
“What do you know about books?” he asked in derision.
I felt so much pain at his words.
Over 50 books later, I am still writing.
Keep your mouth shut.
Do the work.
Show your results. Continue reading
Do Not Sit By A Dry Brook.
Elijah sat down on a rock in contemplation. Something was wrong. He could sense it. Yesterday, he discovered that the brook Cherith from where he had drank water for months had stopped flowing. All he had left was a skin full of water. He knew it wouldn’t last beyond the next day. He shifted uneasily on the rock and looked east with expectation, waiting for the ravens to swoop down and bring him the meal for the day. Since he obeyed the instructions of the Lord and came here, the Lord had hidden him from the persecution of that worshipper of baal, that souless murderer, Jezebel. The birds had brought him bread and meat in the morning and repeated the same meal in the evening. The birds had always been on time. They never failed to show up. But this morning, they were late in coming. It had never happened before. He shielded his creased brow from the morning sun with his cloak. But Elijah waited in vain. The ravens never showed up.
The brook had dried up, but Elijah sat there, waiting. While Elijah waited at that dry brook, the Lord had prepared a widow in his next location of assignment, to feed him and sustain him through the famine. But Elijah did not know this, so he sat down by a dry brook brooding.
What is a dry brook?
A dry brook is what is no longer producing fruit, positive results for you.
A dry brook is no longer meeting your needs.
A dry brook is what used to increase you but now impoverishes you.
A dry brook sucks your creativity.
A dry brook is what viciously limits your productivity.
A dry brook is a place of broken dreams.
A dry brook is a place of failure.
A dry brook is a place of disappointment, frustration and emptiness.
A dry brook refers to a past season.
A dry brook is a past phase in your life.
A dry brook is a relationship which has ran its course and exhausted its usefulness.
A dry brook is a job which no longer brings you joy or a business which is no longer growing. Continue reading
Yesterday I got on a wrong train.
I had just finished speaking at a seminar somewhere in London. I was tired and distracted. I was also in a hurry to catch a connecting train which was pre-booked. I was on the right platform waiting for my train. When this train pulled up I thought it was the right train and got on.
Ten minutes into the journey I discovered my mistake. I studied the map and the direction the train was headed, I didn’t recognise ANY stops.
I was in trouble.
To tell you the truth, for a moment I was anxious. All kinds of crazy thoughts ran through my mind.
Where is the destination of this train?
How far is it from where I wanted to go?
What area of the city was it going? Was it a dangerous part of the city?
I was concerned because it was getting late. I wore a suit and carried some luggage. Wearing a suit in the wrong part of town, at night, would make me a target that could not be ignored.
If you got on a wrong train in New York, you better start praying because the NYC subway is very confusing. People who have lived in New York for a few years tell you that it can be confusing.
Fortunately for me this happened in London.
I studied the underground map on the train to see in what direction the train was headed and how to correct my mistake and get on the right train.
As I studied the map, I found a station I recognised. I wasn’t very sure if it was the same station I knew or this was another one with a similar name.
Now there was hope.
For the next twenty minutes I rode on this train knowing that I wasn’t supposed to be on it, knowing that I was headed in the wrong direction, knowing that it was a waste of my time, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was uncomfortable in my seat. All kinds of thoughts ran through my mind as I sat there. How will the journey end, I wondered. My fellow travelers had no idea what was going on in my mind. They probably wondered why I got up so many times to study the map above my head. Continue reading
Mom and I were at the Saturday market in Epe town. She bought some pepper, onions and spices. Our next stop was the fish market which was by the lagoon. Some fishermen tied their boats to the wooden pier and brought in their catch for the day to the market. We stopped by the table of a young woman selling fish, crabs and snails. Mom pointed at some fish and the fish seller set them aside. While mom haggled with the fish seller, I looked around at the other fish sellers in the market. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed an elderly woman watching me. She regarded me for a while, then she stood up and started walking towards me. As she got closer to me, she kept her gaze on me and it made me uncomfortable. I moved close to mom and held her hand.
The woman came over to where we stood but her eyes never left me. There was something about her eyes. I had seen that look before when I read dad’s books about the southern parts of the country, where the oil companies had damaged the ecosystem, poisoning millions of fish with oil spills, turning fertile farmlands into a dark, depressing, barren wilderness. The woman grinned at me but her eyes were cold, lifeless, like…dead fish.
The woman spoke almost in a whisper. “Good morning.” She pointed her head at me. “Do you know that your daughter is from the sea?”
Mom regarded the woman in silence.
“Do you know that they want her back?”
The fish seller handed over mom’s fish purchase and mom dropped it inside her market bag. Mom gave me a ‘shut-your-mouth look,’ then began walking away from the woman. But the woman followed and caught up with us.
“Is what I am telling you strange?” the woman asked.
Mom looked around to see if anyone was listening to what the woman was saying. Nobody seemed to pay us any attention.
Mom’s face was creased with concern. “Why won’t you people just leave me alone? What do you want from me?” mom asked.
“I do not want anything from you. I wanted to let you know that if you do not return her, there will be consequences,” the woman whispered.
Mom seized the woman by the hand. “Have I not suffered enough? What consequences are you talking about? When will this torment come to an end?”
The woman was silent.
“Please tell me how to stop this. I have suffered a lot because of my daughter. It has been one calamity after another. My husband left me when he found out that she was a gift from the ocean goddess. What should I do?”
The woman regarded mom with some intensity. “Your daughter is too powerful to live with you.”
Mom looked confused. “You keep talking about her powers but she has never shown any powers. She is a normal child,” mom lied. Mom knew I had some powers. She knew this since the day I brought in a squid into the house.
The woman knelt down on one knee so that our eyes were on the same level. “Lara, you speak to fish, don’t you? I know you do. They know you are here. They feel you. They hear you.” She stood up and spread her hands towards the fish market. “Speak to them.” Continue reading