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Monday, April 24, 2017

Mind The Gap...

Because some platforms on the London Underground are curved and the rolling stock that uses them are straight, an unsafe gap is created when a train stops at a curved platform.[4] In the absence of a device to fill the gap, some form of visual and auditory warning is needed to advise passengers of the risk of being caught unaware and sustaining injury by stepping into the gap. The phrase "Mind the gap" was chosen for this purpose and can be found painted along the edges of curved platforms as well as heard on recorded announcements played when a train arrives at many Underground stations. Wikipedia
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You often hear and see signs with the warning “mind the gap” when you’re on the London underground. Its so glaring, you can’t miss noticing it. You’re reminded to mind the gap between the train and the platform, because sometimes you get so distracted by all your thoughts, the music plugged in your ears, conversation with a friend or the paper or book you’re engrossed in that you absentmindedly get on and off the train, but those announcements cuts into your thoughts and you’re quite deliberate with getting on and off the train… it’ll cause an avoidable havoc if your carelessness causes your feet to slip into the gap. That seemingly small gap is a big problem if you slip and fall in. There’s delay with the trains and probably injury that completely derails you from arriving at where you’re going to at the time you want it get there, if you get there at all.

Mind the gap; Guard your heart.

We should have such warnings to guard our hearts everywhere we turn. We shouldn’t get so distracted by life, that we forget to remember to ‘mind the gap’, guard our hearts as we hop on trains from one season to the other… when we don’t deliberately guard what gets into our hearts, its easy to slip and fall into that gap leading to self inflicted injuries of depression, strife and offense. And we know it’s hard to continue your journey when you’re injured with strife in your heart.

This is your reminder to mind the gap/guard your heart. Don’t be distracted by the relationships that have gone sour… (no relationship should be so tasking that it distracts you and makes you so weary that you don’t pay attention) don’t be distracted by your desires… not even money, your needs or wants should be big enough to distract you… falling or slipping into that small hole is of bigger consequences, God is too big for you to limit him or lock him down to your distractions of self. Don’t get tangled in the small… those seemingly small issues have bigger consequences.
We’re so distracted by self, that we don’t pay attention to where we’re going, thus easily fall in the gap of strife of offense. With self-centeredness, it’s easy to fall into the gap of offense, and the feeling of being offended broods more injuries than we can handle, causing a larger damage.
People would hurt you yes. You gave your all for that relationship and in the end, you weren’t treated right, stop brooding on me me me… and get over it. Dust the dirt, move on, forgive, as hard as it seems… and it is hard, because you have legit reasons to be mad at that person, to wish them evil… but you realize that making a decision to not pay attention to how the hurt is affecting you sets you free and saves you from a lot… it takes a decision to not dwell on the hurt, to let go and wish the person well… its good riddance for you. Treat the open wound, let it heal and move on. Many girls especially have fallen into this gap of bitterness, and we cant blame them, but it doesn’t make it good for them. Not everything that is right is good for you. Some drugs as much as they come with their healing abilities, have adverse side effects much worse than what they cure. Your heart doesn’t need that.

People would come to talk, to distract, to share grievances, to entice you with pity so you start to pick on the wound that is healing, letting anger lay hold of you and soon your heart gets so intertwined with bitterness, you fall in the gap and end up delaying yourself from the better that the train you should have boarded was supposed to take you to. Forget the past and move!

People would talk about you, good and bad words would slip into your hearing… don’t dwell on them, or as you take in too much candy of the good words you hear, when the bitterness of the bad comes, it affects your mood and you stay wounded and distracted by self, too distracted by being so focused on this opinions to mind the gap and you fall a victim of your own self-centeredness… Take heed to those things lest at anytime they make you slip… Stop opening your mind to irrelevant things.
You’re not truly free until you are free from the opinions of men.” Moyo Akin-Ojo

I recently began to realize that most times, self-centeredness/pride is the cause of most of the issues we go through. It was a hard truth to take in, but I did take it in.
When we fail at something, why do we feel so beat up? Most times, its because we’re so concerned about reputation, what people would say, how they would laugh… and so we refuse to try again to save face. We let failure define us because we’re so selfish… dwelling on self.
I recently hosted an event and it went well… but I was so full of self at some point that I forgot the motive/vision of what the event was about, and I kept sulking instead of enjoying myself, I sulked so much I couldn’t speak well when I held the mic, I sulked so much, I missed out on doing something important God instructed me to do during the event… You see, I was so distracted by self that I was almost falling into the gap, I quickly realized what was happening to me and I repented. Did I follow my dreams in hosting the event? Yes. Was it successful? Yes… it only didn’t go the way my self wanted it to go… in a way that I’d have glorified self.

I have tried to convince myself that I hate public speaking; I would rather write all I want to say and give people to read… I’m so concerned about how I sound and if I’ll look good doing it or what the people are thinking that I forget that there is a higher purpose to my being called to speak… and I have to stop being such a selfish person to overcome the fears and just do it… the Nike way.
There are many things many people dream of doing… things they have pictured in their hearts for as long as they can remember, but are so selfish with their fear of failure that they don’t even try to step out. Every legit reason for not trying has an undertone of selfishness. Mind the gap, guard your heart, and don’t fall into that trap of being so engulfed with self that you miss out on so much.
God sent Jesus to die, knowing we had a free will to choose to believe and accept Him or not… but He did it anyway, not holding back on His vision/dream because He feared no one would accept this sacrifice… He did it anyway, moving beyond self and it’s paid off, because every day, people’s hearts are surrendered to the power of this love and the sacrifice of the cross.

Refusing to forgive people who’ve hurt you in one way or the other is a sure way of slipping into the gap and not getting on the train… you’re justified in your offense, just as God is justified in His being angry at us, but He chose not to exercise His rights, instead He forgave us ALL, through Jesus death. If He could do it, what’s our excuse? God isn’t a selfish or self-centered God, He thought of us above all… He doesn’t dwell on how much we hurt Him, or how we offend Him, or how after all He’s done for us, we throw His love in the trashcan every chance we get… Instead He dwells on how much He loves us. The blood of Jesus is His eternal ‘mind the gap’ reminder that He can never be angry with us anymore.
Let the same blood and the love that allowed it spill be our own eternal reminder that we are equipped to let go… that we have been equipped to move on from the past into the future. We are equipped to rise above every hurt and disappointment and move on to better. Let the blood be a reminder that we can guard our hearts and chose to rise above shame and despair without falling into the gap of depression and condemnation, that trap of self-pity that only helps in disrupting our journey.

Guard your heart because out of it comes issues of life… when your heart is wounded, everything around you, every issue you face mirrors the wound in your heart… you deal with people based on the hurt you experience, and distrust causes contempt which just deepens the wound some more.
Keep vigilant watch over your heart;
    that’s where life starts.
Don’t talk out of both sides of your mouth;
    avoid careless banter, white lies, and gossip.
Keep your eyes straight ahead;
    ignore all sideshow distractions.
Watch your step,
    and the road will stretch out smooth before you.
Look neither right nor left;
    leave evil in the dust. Proverbs 4:23-27(MSG)

Monday, April 17, 2017

The Happy Bride...

What a bridegroom He is. What a lover He is. What a God!
This is the greatest love story ever told… the ultimate proposal story… the highest/greatest bride price ever paid… the cross… the blood that was shed!!! The shed blood is of much more value than diamonds and gold.

God proved His love once and for all by giving us Jesus to die for us, to redeem us from our sins, and not to condemn us in our wrong. Through the cross (His death, burial and resurrection) He paid the highest price to make us His spotless bride. His blood ran red and made us white as snow. Made us the righteous ones in Him… gave us a title deed “the blessed ones”. In this price that was paid, in my acceptance of His proposal, I become one with Him… coming with nothing but filth, and He came with EVERYTHING, and covering my nothing with his everything. His perfection swallowed my imperfection. I now carry His name as His bride; I drop my old name and all that comes with it… I am a new creation in Christ… Glory!
"This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn't go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. John 3:16-17(MSG)
The cross answers all questions. Clears all doubt about His love. Some brides have a tiny bit and sometimes even an enormous pile of doubt as they exchange vows… but by the cross, that sacrifice, He silenced my doubt… how can I ever doubt He loves me? He silenced the voice of my debtors… He paid an over price, He gave me His name… the voice of sin and shame has no hold over me. They have no right to hold me down in bondage. I am no longer a slave to their whims.

As His bride, I am well taken care of… blood has been shed, the price has been paid… all things are mine and working for my good.
Because the price has been paid, I resist anything contrary to what this perfect sacrifice has done. What a price he paid. He made an open show of the devil. He made a place for me in him at the Fathers right hand, where I sit and make my enemies my footstool; everything that is made to cause me pain has been made a footstool, placed under my foot. I have the power to overcome every day that turns dark, to rise above every storm that tries to destroy my sail, and cause my walk on water to turn into a struggle to keep from drowning, every fire that lies to me and threatens my assurance that I am the beloved of God and I have the victory. The game of life has been fixed for the precious bride, for me… I am more than a conqueror in Christ… I always win.
Spoiler alert… my bridegroom is the master of the universe, and He has changed the game… so no matter how it goes, even if I receive a punch or two, even if I fall down a couple of times… I always win. That’s what keeps me going because given up is not taken advantage of all that I have.

The signet ring of the Holy Spirit He’s given me has given me power and boldness to step out as His bride. His name has opened the doors for me to places I was shut out of before.
My bridegroom rejoices over me with singing (Zephaniah 3:17)…  
Knowing such a love and being constantly reminded by the signet ring of His Spirit and name, that sacrifice on the cross helps me to resist discouragement, fear, depression, self-condemnation, weariness, shame, lack… Oh they come my way, sometimes close enough to throw some slaps at me, but I always rise above the moments and conquer them, put them where they belong, under my feet.

The Cross equals love… and I’m proud to be called His bride, to bear His name, to bask in His love and 'slay' in the robes of His righteousness.
I will sing for joy in God, explode in praise from deep in my soul! He dressed me up in a suit of salvation, he outfitted me in a robe of righteousness, As a bridegroom who puts on a tuxedo and a bride a jeweled tiara. Isaiah 61:10(MSG)
(I love it how my Easter outfit by StylebyCecil Inspired this post...)

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Easter Musings...

I thought of something to write about the cross… about that gruesome Friday that is called good because it’s the greatest thing that could happen to and for me. Sometimes we don’t have to go too deep to bring out certain truths. Sometimes, its okay to run your fingers on the surface and glaze through what lies there… because in truth, even a surface should be so sharp, you get bleeding fingers.

Jesus came, He died, he was buried and He rose again… His death, burial and resurrection is all the truth there is to live the life of victory. He made an open show of the devil in this selfless act. The simplicity of it all.

He died that His will would be executed in our lives. He died and the will has been read… all the promises and blessings written in the bible have become legally ours because He died on that cross. In His death burial and resurrection, He has given us all things… He has blessed us, He has forgiven us, He has given us victory, and He has given us a rich and satisfying life.

In His death, He proved once and for all how much He loves me…. You… and even him, the one drunkenly sprawled in his own mess. It’s all so simple… all we have to do is believe. And In our believe, we are raised up to that position of victory, of rest, seated with Him in heavenly places, high above principalities and power.

The simplicity of the gospel, gives every room for the desire for complicated, deep revelations to blind us… and we see people so blinded everyday with pointless arguments. We don’t argue about truth, we just believe it.
I have come to know this Jesus, I have come to know His love… indeed, I can’t know him without knowing His love. He is love and this love is Him. I have come to believe in him with all of my being, that even when I doubt, there’s so much belief in the voice of doubt that gives it no chance to find expression.

The Jesus I have come to know, the love I have received that has caused me to love Him back is not one I want to argue about.
I go through challenges, I have my moments, but nothing is big enough to cause me to doubt the power of the cross… the resurrection power.
I don’t go to church to get stuff… I don’t believe in Him because I have needs. What if those needs are not met as I want them to be? Does that mean I stop believing? I become disgruntled and angry at him?
It’s more than the superficial things… its so much more.
Like the song "crown' by  Hillsong goes
“And all my wealth is in the cross
There's nothing more I want
Than just to know His love
My heart is set on Christ
And I will count all else as loss
The greatest of my crowns
Mean nothing to me now
For I counted up the cost
And all my wealth is in the cross’

Why would anyone want to be anywhere else? When the warmth of His arms is everything to live for?

He took the fall.
His body was broken.
His person was mocked.
He was called names.
He was tortured.
My salvation was born.
In the lashes He took.
In the nails that pierced His hands and feet.
In the pain that rushed through His body…
My salvation was carved.
Such a beautiful masterpiece was weaved through the ugliness of the cross, the shed blood, the pain and the shame.
Such a masterpiece was weaved in the words that He sighed, “It is finished”
It is finished indeed.
I wear the garment of salvation with pride.
I do not deserve it, but His love found me, washed me and clothed me in the royal robes.
About 2000 years ago, love was defined, love reached its climax… Love conquered.
With all His excellence and glorious splendor. With all His strength and power. With the armies of the heavens He commands… despite it all, He chose to be weak on this day so He could become the strength of my life.
Through the storms, through it all… I stand, because all may fail, but He is indeed the strength of my heart.
“My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak, but God remains the strength of my heart. He is mine forever” Psalm 73:26

Thursday, April 13, 2017


INCENSE… Five meetings compressed into a less than 60seconds video…  The plans, the steps of faith, the enlargement of heart, the taking God at His word, the trusting Him in the face of brick walls and empty wallets, the friends that held my hand, and the people who believed in the vision… The story so far; Makurdi, Cyprus, Lagos, Abuja, Makurdi Prisons and my heart is overwhelmed and expectant as I plan for the sixth meeting in Makurdi, Benue State. I'm quite excited as it's going to be hosted in the church I've called home this past six years.
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It isn’t a social event neither is it a religious one. It’s not about the church you attend or who sings better. It’s non denominational. It’s a matter of the heart… a love affair, a gathering of people who are encouraged to be bold enough to come as they are, naked and unashamed… you may call it a nudist event and I wouldn’t be offended. We come together as we are to worship… in one voice to sing in response to this love of the Father that is greater than any love we can fathom. It’s a gathering of people who are loved by God… its not about how great a Christian you are… and it isn’t about pointing at how far away you are from God… it is devoid of judgment and graced with love (if anything, it convicts you of the Fathers loving heart towards you) an atmosphere laced with the tangible love of God, the love that covers us and plunges us deep into the waters and releases us to free fall into a Spirit and truth kind of worship… One that sends us away revived to worship in our personal life and live a life style of worship… to live as one who knows he or she is loved by God and so the world is ours to conquer.

There’s something about a gathering of believers to worship, it awakens something within you… it makes your heart burn and revives every weariness in your personal worship life,
We’re not coming for ourselves, to be entertained or to show how righteous we are… its all about one person, one audience, the one who loves us in our sin and in our repentance, the one who cares, the one who’s good. An audience of one… together we burn the incense and we offer it to our king. As we have people to help us release this smoke of sweet incense…we experience the beauty of His tangible presence… the presence that heals, delivers restores, mends broken hearts, enlarges our hearts and cause us to dream big… provides for us, favors us, makes ways and cause walls to fall for our sake.
With lifted hands, we reach out to our Abba Father, and He lifts us up into His arms like the loving Father that He is, and we rest in Him, in an elevated position that shows us that the problems are really as grasshoppers, we are truly blessed and highly favored and loved.
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What better way to spend good Friday than enjoying the love of the Father... That love that made Him give us Jesus!
"The cross was the place where God and sinful man merged with a tremendous collision and where the way of life was opened, but all the cost and pain of the collision was absorbed by the heart of God" Oswald
Its a love encounter... A worship experience to an audience of one.

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