Divinity's Epistle

Oh, let me hear thee speaking In accents clear and still Above the storms of passion And murmurs of self-will Oh, speak to reassure me To hasten or control Oh, speak and make me listen Thou Guardian of my soul That was the hymn being sung as I walked into church that morning. I had also heard that hymn the day before while I listened to a message. Hearing it again, I knew it was no coincidence. I cried louder. I'd walked out on the voice of God; I'd subscribed to the voice of reason, much to my own peril. You'd be right to find offense with me until you hear my story. ____________________________________________________ Service was nothing short of glorious as we lifted our hands and our hearts to the One we love. What better place exists?! As I turned to pack my Bible, Word note, and little purse inside my tote bag, my gaze met his. He seemed to have been gazing at me for a while. Why is he smiling at me? My heart began to lose its rhythmic synchrony as he approached. Who ...

"Lord, I can't lose this one. You gave him to me. Not after the labours I've invested over him. No! He can't be lost the devil", I cried "Why are you suddenly involving God? He gave him to you but you willingly delivered him into my hands. Now I'm not willing to let go and not even your cries can reverse what you've done" he said I knew who it was. The accuser himself! On days like this I could have simply uttered,"the Lord rebuke you" but I knew I was the one who needed to be rebuked for my foolishness. How can I even be demanding the soul of David now? Tears trickled down my cheeks as I traveled down the memory lane ________________________________________________ It's been two months since I came home. ASUU has struck again 😂. The only reason potent enough to get me to come home was ASUU strike- and yes! They got me this time. So that fateful Monday evening, as I walked through the exit door after youth fellowship, I had preache...

It's been three months since I walked out on God. No! I walked out from hurting Him. I hadn't read my Bible these three months. I only did pray when we converge for meetings in the chapel or in the Scripture Union fellowship. Surprisingly, it seemed like no one noticed the dryness. I still counselled people. I still prayed for them but I knew I only ministered from the outer court because what was left of my altar was ashes. Many times I felt so terrible but I knew this was my fate. It is better to be backslidden than to be a hypocrite. Jesus told the Laodicean church that He was going to spew them out of His mouth because they were like Sandra- Neither backslidden nor standing pure ________________________________________________ "Leave the hostel! At the count of five, if I get you still in the hostel you'll have yourself to blame" I shouted to the SS1 students I didn't tell you earlier. I was the house captain of the SS1 students. It was time for breakfast ...

"But if you were God, will you truly keep forgiving yourself?" He said I knew who it was. The Accuser! But I also knew he was saying the truth this time. How can I be this way? What else exactly do I want from God?  He doesn't deserve this hurt so how can I keep hurting Him this way and try to pacify Him with mere tears? No! Not again! Not after I've promised Him countless times. It's my fault now and I don't deserve to be called His daughter This is my undoing and I'll just have to leave Him out of this _______________________________________________ I'm Sandra, a lover of God, an Anglican chapel committee member and a dedicated member of Scripture Union fellowship.  I'm a tongue-talking believer who got baptized in the Holy Ghost at a tender age of 11 and since then, have been on fire for the Lord I'm currently in SS2 but in two months time, will be a senior secondary finalist. Gloryyyyyyyy!!! Few weeks ago, I was appointed the president of t...

SCENE 1 (Convocation was just concluded and Favour just emerged as the Best Graduating Student in the entire school. She had just finished a call telling her brother that she's on her way back.... Few minutes later, her brother got a call that she was involved in an accident and was in coma) Brother rushes to the hospital... [Scene ends...] SCENE 2 Favour is taking a walk through a path and finds an old man who was sitting, looking sick(or rather unwell). She walks to Him and the following conversation ensues: Favour: Old man, what are you doing here all alone? You're looking sick and unwell... (Old man keeps quiet and continues to look) Favour: See I can help you. I can help you. You don't need to keep to yourself. Talk to me. A problem shared is half solved  Old man: How do you seek the cure to my ill heart when you are the cause? How do you seek to alleviate my problem when you are the problem? When did you start caring so much about me when you spent the las...