Divinity's Epistle

"So, Sandra, with these few instances, I hope you can see for yourself that she's not wrong. I know it will be hard for you to come to terms with this truth. I was there too, but thank God for enlightenment," Pst Joe concluded. My peace didn't return, but at this time, it was inconsequential. People who have seen God more than I have cannot be wrong. Something didn't sit well with me, so I concluded that, although I wouldn't engage in those activities, I still wouldn't judge them. ____________________________________________ It's been four years, and almost everyone I've interacted with seems to have apprehended this "truth." I didn't know why it wasn't sitting well, but who cares about Sandra? ____________________________________________ "Derah, we can't criticize these people simply because we don't understand their revelation about God. We know in part," I retorted. "2 Tim. 2:19 - The foundation of the Lo...

"Will you believe them over Me?" He asked. As I looked up with a sweaty, tearful face, I knew that all He said was truth. I couldn't meet His gaze because I sensed disappointment in His eyes. To think that I'd protected, nurtured, packaged, and sold this lie to everyone who cared to listen... How many of them would have shared it with others? How many would have held it dearly as "Mama's" words and run with it? How do I tell them that what I've preached for the last four years was a lie? How did I even get entangled in this lie? Sister Tolu! ____________________________________________ Tolu was the sister who led me to Christ. She was everything anyone would want as a role model. Her love for God was extraordinary. Her revelations were profound, and her encounters, rare. She spoke with so much passion and burden in her heart that I couldn't help but fall in love with this Jesus. After my conversion, I started following her closely, asking questio...

Nurse: Mrs. Sophia Akadike! Mrs. Sophia! No. 24! Sophia: I'm here; sorry, I went to ease myself. Nurse: Enter the second room to your left. Sophia: Okay, thank you. [as she walks with her protruding belly to see the doctor] ____________________________________________ God's ways are not our ways, and certainly, He doesn't use our watch. Who would believe that Sophia, confirmed barren by many doctors across the country, would become pregnant after 12 years of waiting? Who wouldn't praise this God? She had suffered a series of depression in recent years, an experience she wouldn't wish on her enemies. Now that she's pregnant, the whole world should stand still for her. ____________________________________________ Doc: How are you doing, ma? Sophia: I'm fine, sir. Going through my final days with the bump [smiling] Doc: [looks at the file again and clears his throat] Hmm... I regret to tell you that your baby is malnourished and seems to be dying. It's even...

It's been a few months into my new experience in this walk Was Life really this simple? Why do we now seek to mystify it? Don't get me wrong already! There are mysteries in this kingdom and guess what? It has been GIVEN to us to know those mysteries.  I didn't stop fasting! I didn't stop praying! But now I prayed with a better perspective.  Now, I know what to ask. I discovered that part of my frustrations was because I was running with promises that God didn't make to me simply because I heard them from men of God. Oh my! What needless pain I bore. Thank God for mercy. I left the simple for the complex thinking, "Perhaps the complexity is the reason behind its efficacy" Oh, the joy of praying in my understanding many times... The confidence that Abba is not a nickname. He is my Source and sustainer The peace that emanated from knowing I wasn't doing Christianity to impress Him. He knew my worst yet He chose me. He sees through my enchantme...

During these few years of walking with God, I found myself falling in love with a lot; a lot of things around God, a lot of things about God, a lot of things resembling God, a lot really! The quagmire, nonetheless, was that my love didn't translate to becoming who I thought I loved, and so the natural response followed: an attendant frustration! Did I not love God enough? Was I created just to keep wishing for these realities? Why is this not working for me? Does it even work for people like me? These and many more were questions that stared me in the face every passing day. Who else has been in my shoes? Well, let me tell you a short story about my walk with God... _______________________________________________ Having been raised in a very prophetic church, all I had as a definition of Christian life was seeing into the spirit and making proclamations.  So when I gave my life to Christ (sorry, when Christ gave me His Life), I became excited that I'd soon start doi...