Christianity is Boring….Yeah?

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The inspiration behind this post came from a discussion with a friend of mine who is like a god sister to me. I can’t seem to remember what we were discussing before we switched to how so many unbelievers think being a Christian will lead you to a boring life. Have you ever heard No cinema, No party, No vacation, No sightseeing, No beach, and the likes because you are a Christian? There are many misconceptions about the Christian life, and one is that it is boring.

The truth is the Christian life is where we find true joy and lasting peace, hope and contentment. The difficulty is that, if you’re not a believer in Christ, you truly don’t know what you’re missing. These things, like all good and perfect things, come from God (James 1:17). Those who believe the Christian life is boring have never taken God’s invitation to “taste and see that the LORD is good” (Psalm 34:8). Instead, they selfishly pursue whatever they think will make them “not bored” or happy or content. The problem is, the things of this world are temporary and can never truly satisfy.

The Bible tells us that sowing to please our sinful nature will surely lead to destruction (Galatians 6:8). King Solomon, the wisest and richest person who ever lived, had everything a person could possibly want. He said, “I denied myself nothing my eyes desired; I refused my heart no pleasure” (Ecclesiastes 2:10). Solomon had it all, but he concluded that it was “meaningless” and likened it to “chasing after the wind” (v. 11). In other words, he had everything this world had to offer, and he was bored.

What do you think we do all day just sit around fireplaces and read Bibles? We ski, swim, play sports, read, have friends and problems like anybody else. Christianity is not boring. It is an adventure.

Part of the problem may be how “boredom” is defined. Is it a lack of excitement? Nothing can stimulate perpetual exhilaration. Is it inactivity? If so, then the key is to find something to do. Is it uninterest? If so, the key is to be more curious. Is it a lack of “fun”? In that case, “fun” needs to be defined, since “fun” is itself a highly subjective concept. Some people assume that being a Christian is boring because they’ve heard that Christians have to give up all the “fun” things in life. It’s true that Christians give up some things, but it’s not the fun. Christians give up their sin, their self-destructive behavior, their addictions, their negative attitudes and their ignorance of God. In return, they receive “righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit” (Romans 14:17). They “live as children of light” in a dark world (Ephesians 5:8). The mistakes of their past no longer have a stronghold in their lives. They no longer live for themselves but for the One who died for them. They serve others and make a difference (Romans 14:7; Philippians 2:4). They are becoming everything that God created them to be. It is virtually impossible to be bored in such a life. notboring

The only thing in this world that has eternal value is a relationship with Jesus Christ. A growing, committed Christian will find that life is never boring. There’s always another step of faith to take, another relationship to build, another person to serve. Is the Christian life supposed to be “boring”? Absolutely not. Jesus said, “I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full” (John 10:10).

I was flattered when Luski (a friend of mine) told me I’m the the silliest godly babe she’s ever known. Lol. I love to dress godly but also trendy, I love to do nice hair, I love to make up, I go to the Cinema, malls, and parties. I love to hang out with friends, I love sightseeing, I love to play pranks on people (I’m always happy when April 1st approaches), I love to catch fun, I love to laugh so hard till i feel my ribs are about to crack, I love vacations, holidays, etc. In short, I’m a very good dancer at least to an extent. Yet, I have a divine daily communication with my father, I study the word, I evangelize the gospel yet I’m not boring. Everything just has to be moderate. So i ask: Is being a Christian boring?

God, purpose and passion. #GPP

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Should you lose your value in the name of love? Hell No!!!

tumblr_lchszvc3uk1qajjdco1_400I know this post title really sounds so aggressive like I’m in a vexing mode. Well, I think I’m a little angry. My heart bleeds so much when I see people misplacing their values all in the name of LOVE. During the university days, I’ve heard of boyfriends (permit me to use this please) beating a girlfriend. I mean wake up Lady, God loves you so much even before you were born, right before you were given that name.

he loves you before you cooked up lies that looks like an amazing story
he loves you even though you didn’t bring that baby to the world
oh dear, he still loves even after you’ve said terrible things about him.
he loves you before you broke the hymen and he still loves you after.

Most women have absolutely no idea how valuable or powerful they really are. There is a corrosive epidemic of low self esteem in our culture that is setting a tone for relationships that range from lack luster to downright dangerous. We have a tendency to want to explain it. It was our childhood. It was our college boyfriend. It is our weight or social status. That said; explanations don’t save us. Those stories, old and outdated keep us tied to broken self identities that fail us over and over again.

If you get face to face with any real man and ask him what he thinks sexy is, he will say a confident woman is always sexy. Every sex symbol through the years has exuded some form of magical confidence. A woman without confidence is lacking, empty, and wrinkled up inside. She is longing for any attention and will take it where she can get it from anyone, healthy or unhealthy, real or fake. This is a recipe for disaster. Unfortunately for most women, they never find their power, and the absence of that power leaves a legacy of failed relationships and pain that spans years or decades. Just by being born female, you were gifted with a magic that makes the world go round. Failing to own that simple truth creates women who lack confidence, and settle for relationships that are far beneath them.
When it comes to romantic relationships there is one simple truth. We get exactly what we are willing to settle for. Whatever you have going on in your relationship, or not going on for that matter, is something you are settling for. Women set the bar in their romantic relationships. They have all the power, until they start to give it up. If you think you can’t do any better, you are absolutely right. If you think you deserve to be treated like a Goddess, you are also absolutely right – and you will be.

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Oh, I’m almost close to tears as I write. This is because it pains me a lot when we refuse to open our eyes to see how much God loves us and therefore pave way for a fellow human to maltreat us.

John 3:16 tells us how much he loved you and gave his only son for you

Where is the value? Where is the self-worth? Why do many of us tend to live much of our lives feeling rejected, unloved, unnoticed and unrecognized by others and even God. I think it’s high time we stop seeking for attention and focus more on God. When it comes to romantic relationship, we should note the following:

1. The quality of all relationships are inevitably tied to our level of self worth.

2. We get what we are willing to settle for in all areas of our lives, especially relationship.

3. Confidence is the single most sexy quality and a very powerful place of attraction.

4. Getting the relationship of your dreams is an inside job. It’s never about another   person.

5. Real men are amazing. Real men want to make their women really happy.

6. A happy woman is very pleasant to be around.

Don’t feel intimidated by peer pressure? Flee from every relationship that contributes to a diminishing you. God at his very own time will bring the one who deserves you, who will treat you right, and together – you’ll raise a divine generation , you’ll be focused on making heaven. God’s desire is to get us to the place of never measuring ourselves by external measuring sticks. Our identities are not in what we do for God but according to the lavish love He has provided and we have chosen to reciprocate back to Him. We are His and He is ours. This identity was enough for Jesus and it will similarly meet the needs of our hearts as well.

The relationship of your dreams is an inside job. It’s inside you, and no one else. At first glance that reality might seem overwhelming. At second glance, it’s the keys to the gate that sets you free for the rest of your life. When you are willing to recognize that no one other person is more important than your own happiness, you are home free. At that point you can have any relationship you chose to create. Until then, it’s any one’s guess.

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I pray that we may all re-evaluate our relationships. I hope we continue to bask in God’s love. Let us not misplace values. It is better to consider now than to regret later. Remember you can always send in your stories, prayer request. #GPP

Little Slumber, Little Folding…Find That Purpose!!!

Prov 24:33-34

33 A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest 34 and poverty will come on you like a bandit and scarcity like an armed man. NIV

When some of us are asked the question: What can you consider as your greatest achievements in life? Some people reply might be: Being wealthy, driving exotic cars, fruitful marriage and so forth. Now, I won’t say these things are not good. Of course, they are part of God’s plan for our lives.

How many times have we asked God: What is my purpose on earth? The number one thing every individual should take note of is we all are going to give account of how we live our life on the final day and it will be a life time disaster if God doesn’t recognize you.

It’s a pity so many called believers don’t even have a glimpse of why God sent them to that family, that country, that church, that organization, etc. They have no vision, no mission or goal. They just want to sleep, snore, drool and remain idle.

So many of us mark our birthday every year, do we take time to meditate and ask if you are really growing in God’s purpose, we waste away precious time doing unnecessary things that aren’t relevant to the kingdom of God. Do you even know that there are certain responsibilities you have in some people’s lives in aspect of: leadership, mentoring, selfless prayers, visitation, evangelism, etc. The moment a man realizes his purpose on earth, oh I say a big congratulation because that is the beginning of God’s glory.

Ever since I know time and location has to do with purpose, I will always ask God at every point: Why I’m I here at this time? And since the beginning of this year, I’ve made it an habit that for every new person I meet at a particular time, I go on my knees and cry out to my father asking him: Lord, the purpose why I met this person, let it come to fulfillment. I will always tell God to open my eyes to see why I have a contact with that person. How often do we cry out to God to order our steps? I think we should discuss about this:

Categories of people regarding purpose in life:

  1. Purpose Driven: This refers to an individual who already has a steady relationship with God and has also realized God’s purpose for his/her life and is already a work-in-progress in fulfilling the purpose.
  2. Mystified purpose: Of course, we still have Christians not church goers who has a relationship with God but are yet to identify their purpose. Do you spend so much time wondering about what career or purpose is right for your life. This is a category for as many of us who might feel that there is a true purpose on earth but is yet to discover the purpose.
  3. Ignorant Driven: This is a complete lazy person who doesn’t even have a vision, doesn’t even know God nor knowing his purpose. This refers to someone who is yet to surrender totally to the master. I strongly advise a change of heart.

If finding your life purpose seems like an elusive undertaking, don’t panic! God has a plan for every single person. How do we identify God’s purpose for our lives?

  • Acknowledging the fact that there is no purpose outside God; in essence, giving total control of your life to Jesus Christ. There is nothing absolutely nothing as sweet as this experience. Committing our lives to Jesus commit us to an enduring, life-long mission. You wouldn’t dream of moving forward without a rock solid foundation.
  • Acceptance and willingness; I’ve heard so many people complain Nigeria is behind their failure, the truth is you are the one responsible for your life. We should accept that God does no mistake and therefore has a purpose for whatever location you find yourself.
  • At this point, someone might think I would say PRAY AND PRAY HARD. God is not a magician; he won’t come down from heaven and scream into our ears to say: SON OR DAUGHTER- THIS IS YOUR PURPOSE. You should start from making a list of things you enjoy doing (something you have great passion for) and also write down names of people you admire including the reason why you admire them.
  • Look at ways to incorporate your passions, actions and genius more into your life. As you do this, your life will begin to unfold.
  • Be patient; don’t just expect everything to be all bloom and bright. Learn to trust God in every situation; he is not going to show you every piece of the puzzle all at once. Remember life is meant to be difficult! It’s what enables us to grow, earth is not heaven.
  • Never waste time on things that aren’t from God. Outside God – No purpose.
  • Meditate on the word of God. Ingest it, digest it and never neglect it. Joshua 1:8
  • Pray like never before on every step you want to take…Just keep communicating to God. Make sure you are tuned to the right frequency to get the right signal.
  • Lastly, don’t ever give up. Those who give up don’t get there!

And I pray for somebody who is determined to take these steps today that you shall fulfill purpose on earth. God will cause you to see a newer dimension of him. Go forth and fulfill purpose.

Recommended Book: The Purpose Driven Life: What on Earth am I here for? By Rick Warren

Battered but Restored- Narrative Non-fiction Story by Adekemi Adeniyan

 

Let me introduce myself. My name is Harmony, and I am 29 years old.

And this is my story… Maybe you can relate to it, maybe it’s happened to you, maybe you know someone who has gone through this, or maybe you can’t relate but just want to read it to know how it feels.

It was July, my favorite month of the year, it always reminded me that I was growing into the world of womanhood as the day goes by; my 15th birthday was just 2weeks away. I was excited as always. My Mum had filled my ears over two months about how my 15th birthday will be spent with my Aunty in Michigan. As young as I was, I had always dreamt of leaving the shores of Lagos, if just for a day so I could boast to my friends that I too could go to Oyinbo(White) man’s land.

The D-day came and Mother and I were late for our flight, I had spent so much time daydreaming in the bathroom that I lost track of time and mother wouldn’t let me get over the fact that she would deal with me. Typical Nigerian Mothers. Traffic was very heavy now and airport was just few yards away but there was no way mother would leave her car along the way while we walked the rest.  I broke into a sigh of relief as the cars in front of ours moved away; I watched my mum speed along the road, checking her time every thirty seconds. We made it right on time. Once inside the plane we searched for our seat, I was so filled with excitement of getting on a plane that it wouldn’t matter if mum told us to pack up and go home. This feeling was exactly what I needed.

Now….snapping out of the excitement of the Departure and Arrival! Let me go straight to why my tears won’t stop staining this paper as I scribble on it. Sad, you may ask? No I am not. When I just look back at the tale of my life all that comes out are tears of joy because a broken vessel like me can hold the best water for the thirsty.

Now let’s get to it. Mum had urgently been called back to work in Nigeria, while I was to spend the last days of my summer holidays with Aunty Wemmy and her family in Michigan. Those remaining days brought an eventful turn around that would change my life forever.

I was exactly 15yrs when the nightmare began. He was 43 and family. . He came into my room in the middle of the night. I was the only girl in the house besides my aunty, so I didn’t share a room with anyone.  I thought I was safe, he was family, my Moms brother in law, he was older, and married. He just seemed like the “cool” Uncle. At 15 I had no idea that those things weren’t enough to keep me safe. I didn’t know I should be worried, and no one else did either.  I was in their home after all, which meant he basically had full access to me whenever he wanted. He made me touch him, while he put a knife down my throat just in case I decided to shout. I hated it, I wanted to throw up but in that instant I realized there was nothing I could do to stop what was happening. He was simply too strong.

He took away my dignity in one night. When I look back, I think how I could have been so stupid? I could’ve yelled. He wouldn’t have slit my throat. My aunty would’ve heard or one of my cousins, but I didn’t. He raped me that night and disgustingly told me that he could have me anytime he wanted. I knew this was true. I thought I was going to die that night, it hurt so badly.  At that moment the world stopped moving, everything became move less and dead. I became vacant inside, something had left me. Virtue had walked right out of me.  I had checked out.  I was consciously unconscious. When he stopped, all my tears came out, I was crying for my lost “life, self and emotions’

My virginity was never up for grabs; it was mine to choose to share with another.

All I remember about the hours that followed was me standing in the shower, sobbing uncontrollably, desperately wanting the water to wash away the blood, evening’s events and my shame

WHY WON’T THIS DARKNESS GO AWAY? WHY WON’T THIS DARKNESS FALL BEHIND ME?

They say there is a light at the end of the tunnel. What light can be behind this soullessness that just crept into my life?

I watched my uncle the next day live his life like nothing happened; he was such of a perfect husband and father.  He obviously ACTED like he had no idea that what he did was wrong, it just came so easily to him, and so the chances were he had done it to someone else or several someones before. I was full of resentment and disgust. I wanted to scream and shout it out but I didn’t want to be the Nigerian girl who came all the way to America to break her Aunty’s home. I was worried she couldn’t handle it, that my entire family would fall apart.  Where I come from, family is everything even if you have to shut your mouth and swallow your tongue.

I never told ANYONE, but I wanted to. I kept it a secret; I was a virgin and did not want to believe I had lost my virginity that way.

When I arrived back in Nigeria, I had to act all happy and pretend to have enjoyed every little bit of my Vacation. Two months later I started getting bad grades in school. My mum was convinced that sending me on holiday had hindered my zeal to study. I struggled daily. I was determined to make my Mother proud; ever since my Dad passed away she had done her best so I could have the best and enjoy the best. I started keeping a diary; I had read somewhere that it helps to have somewhere to pour it all out. I spent sleepless night venting out my disgust and hatred for a certain Mr. X  I was careful to use a coded name for Mr. Ugochukwu (my Aunt’s husband) just in case someone other than me finds the diary.

It didn’t help. I had trouble with depression, anger, anxiety, and insomnia. It was a constant battle between self-worth and finding me.  It was ok for me to feel this, after all I was physically hurt, I was mentally scarred, I was emotionally battered.

I struggled for 5 more years, after which my mum passed away and it was ok to cut myself off from my aunt and her family. I wanted to rid myself off of anything that brought back the memories. I had a long road ahead of me, I tried to be aware of my feelings, acknowledge, validate them, deal with them and move on. I hated men, I couldn’t trust any man. Slowly I waited for when and how to trust men again (maybe…hopefully).

Six months after I turned 25, I moved to Ghana.  Then I met Christ. It felt like all the emptiness and brokenness I felt melted off in seconds. I started living life similar to the way it was meant to be, void of self-loath and condemnation.  Maybe it was time for love to find me and me it.  It felt like the plague of inadequacy like a broken drum crept off.  I “officially” accepted Jesus into my heart and life.

 

I felt restored! But God knew I needed to know something,  I needed to EXPERIENCE one more thing…..

On this faithful Sunday, I was all dressed up to go to my New church where I had actively become a worker and was overly zealous to work for God. We had been told that new pastors from America were being transferred to shepherd the church. It was an Ordination service! To my Surprise our New Pastors were Pst Ugochuckwu and Wemimo Douglas. Oh yes! It felt like the devil just threw a million stones in my glass house, everything crumbled at once. How someone so filthy could find God and become ordained as a non-stipendiary minister of the Church is alarming to me? I even, to my shame, had to watch as the whole congregation jumped at the excitement of their new pastors.  After Service, my Aunt was so happy to reconnect with me; she couldn’t understand why I had cut myself off from her family. I cooked up series of lies about losing numbers and contacts and moving here and there. Knowing her, she easily believed me.

I went home filled with self-pity and anger. I was angry at God for playing such a trick on me. I could no longer keep silent about it. One week later, I confronted my so called ”New Pastor” and he immediately asked for forgiveness.  I didn’t think it was ok for me to forgive this act of cruelty to anyone! I was convinced that no one was designed to forgive that kind of cruelty. Not even if they are your Pastor. After so much pressure from him, I agreed. The matter was swiftly closed.

True forgiveness or so it seemed at the time. However, it was only skin deep. What I never knew was that my ability to forgive evaporated that very night 10yrs ago when he stole my virtue, or that was what I thought. Everything about me started to change yet again, I became erratic and inconsistent. I was often emotional and sad for no reason at all.  I was often trying to explain to God that it was my reaction to being raped by a minister who had yet again intruded in my life, and that all I was suffering from was a syndrome called “Silent Rage’.

The feeling of worthlessness lingered weeks after weeks. I remember waking up one night feeling empty, suicidal and frustrated. I realized I had spent most of my life blaming God, or questioning Him, asking why all this had happened to me. I knew God existed, but I wasn’t sure of my own existence anymore. I was lost. I thought I had met with Peace a few months back, but I realized I had only met what I imagined God’s Peace to be. I knew at that moment that I wanted to experience God himself.  I asked God to make Himself real to me. So for the first time in years I went on my knees alone in my apartment and asked God to help me. The only words I could find was just-‘God help me”.  After a few minutes I remember sensing such love and peace, there was a feeling of being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold snowy night.  All I knew was this: that night right in my very room I was touched by his love, it felt  absolutely great and I don’t  remember feeling so much peace like that ever before. And I knew it was real. No Counseling, No Medication, No friend had ever made me feel this free and alive. I knew it was real. I should have done that several years ago when I suffered through the hurt! But I figured that I had done everything else possible, all those years I forgot about the only person who could give me the answers. Nothing else had worked, but I had never thought of including God. Ever since that night, my life turned around completely, because when you encounter the love of God you are never the same!

The next morning I drove down to my Pastor’s home, the same one who I couldn’t forgive a day before. It was time to let it all go. The words God put in my mouth then were so comforting, even for me. I remember saying this to him- “I have forgiven how and why you hurt and abused me. It took me a long time to discover that forgiving you is the only thing that would set me free from the pain and devastation of the memories. It took the help of God to get me out of it, he was waiting all these while to help me forgive you, waiting for me to be ready — ready to be set completely free and be made whole.” That morning I watched my uncle and pastor weep like a child. I no longer saw a rapist in him, but the new man Christ had made him. I wasn’t Battered anymore, I was Restored.

Let me say something before ending this… Forgiving those who hurt you makes no sense whatsoever, I realize. Humanly speaking, they don’t deserve forgiveness, right. But, please do not waste another  secs, days, weeks, months and years suffering as a result of what someone else has done to you that has so messed up your  entire life. Choose forgiveness and shut out every emotional cancer. We don’t have the ability to do that by ourselves, only God can. He will be right there with you to give you the courage and strength to do it.

I’m just another woman; I’m not ashamed to tell my story. I was raped, battered and wounded. But I don’t live in the past anymore, I am in the present. To everyone who chose to read my story today, I do hope you realize that can overcome anything in their life, as nothing is hopeless! Whatever you have gone through, or may be facing right now, you can get through it just like I did. You should not and do not have to let the past hold you in its painful claws. You are not a Victim but Victorious. You are not BATTERED, YOU ARE RESTORED.