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He clearly had doctrinal issues and twisted scriptures to soothe his stance. He was trying to correct someone who didn't know much about the Bible, except for singing "I love Jesus, he's my friend." We patiently listened to him while he scolded the young Christian; apparently, it was an issue of morality, just a minor misdemeanor in my opinion. The girl was really sad, broken, confused, and ashamed.

Looking for backup after the long sermon, he asked my husband in Yoruba, "Egbon, se mo paro?" (Meaning: Big brother, did I lie/Am I lying?).

In a soft, measured tone, my darling husband replied: "Iro ko le so, O to le pa" (You did not lie, you killed the truth).

Him:
Me: (outwardly) (inside)
The girl: (with a lightened face) 🙌🏽

He never spoke to us again even when we tried to fix the situation, he was still angry.

To

Angry T: We're sorry the truth hurts. Please forgive us but you hurt that girl badly.

The road to success is so tiny that it's not everyone that sees it

But God: A Story of Redemption and Grace

J Neil Daniel

In Paul’s letter to the Corinthians, he speaks to those who have come out of deep darkness and into the light of Christ. He writes, “And such were some of you: but ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God” (1 Cor 6:11). I find myself deeply connected to those words. Such were some of you. That was me.

I started down the wrong path early in life. By the time I was 9 or 10, I was already experimenting with inhalants. Between the ages of 13 and 14, I began using narcotics, drinking hard liquor, running away, and became sexually active. My teen years were spent in and out of juvenile facilities. By the time I was 18, I was arrested—and nearly three decades later, I have been incarcerated ever since.

I was lost. I was hopeless. I was trapped in a life that had no future, no direction, no hope. But God.

But God, in His incredible mercy and grace, found me, redeemed me, and gave me a new life. God has done more than just pull me out of the pit I had dug for myself—He has transformed my life completely. In prison, He opened doors I never imagined possible. He gave me the opportunity to pursue an education, to study His Word, and to minister to others who are on the same dark path I once walked.

Today, I mentor men, I fellowship with people both here and beyond these walls, and God has blessed me with ministry opportunities that far exceed anything I could have dreamed of. Among these opportunities are writing and publishing a half dozen books in theology and working closely with the publishing arm of an international Christian ministry.

Paul was right: such were some of you. But God.

No matter how far gone you think you are, no matter how deep into darkness you’ve fallen, remember this: there is always hope, because But God changes everything. He redeems. He restores. He saves—to the uttermost.

"Honey, how many years between 1517 and 2024?" My curiosity was palpable, and I couldn't wait to share the news. He looked up from his phone, slightly distracted, "I no know, babe. I dey busy," he said with a gentle chuckle, "maybe 300 or so?" His playful frustration was adorable, and I couldn't help but smile.

Using my phone's calculator, "507 years!" I exclaimed, beaming with pride. My hubby's curiosity was piqued, and he dropped his phone, giving me his full attention. "Why you dey ask?" he queried, his eyes sparkling with interest.

I took a deep breath, my heart overflowing with emotion. "Today na Reformation Day!" I declared. His expression changed from curiosity to surprise, and he raised an eyebrow. "Reformation what?" he teased, his laughter infectious.

"I don reform now!" I said in a carefree manner and in a repentant way. My hubby's face softened. "You never cease to amaze me," he said.
"Weren't you reformed before?"

Me:

It's November

Thinking about my Reformation costume for Thanksgiving on Sunday.

At 13, I heard a message that sparked curiosity: 'When God is Silent' . Two Nigerian preachers shared their insights, but I couldn't shake off the doubt . How could God, the ever-present loving guide, choose silence? My church teachers didn't appreciate my questions , but some admired my inquisitive spirit (and English skills - a one-eyed giant in the midst of the blind, English-wise ).

As I look back, I realize I was born in the 'don't question the preachers' era . Interestingly, my curiosity influenced a Muslim friend, who dared to question the Islamic cleric in the mosque, just like I did in church! He confided in me, 'I want to ask questions, but I fear the flogging' . I encouraged him to endure the flogging if it will produce truth. Ah, Omo kekere! My guy no try am, ki ni iyato ninu egba alfa tin binu ATI ti egun ti o ri owo gba?

Years later, life's experiences revealed a profound truth: God isn't silent; He's always in His library, the Bible, waiting to guide us .

Prayerfully, with discipline, patience, and hunger, we can find direction and clarity in His library . No debate necessary! Jesus isn't hosting a debate club or live-streaming your arguments . Check His contact info – the Bible – and ask Him directly; He's always available, no silence guaranteed .
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