New deliverance, new song!

It was about 12:50am on the wee hours of Thursday morning. It had been a near-perfect day up until that point. I had finally closed a property deal after several frustrating months. Things were looking up. My wife and I had said our prayers and I was drifting off to sleep. That was when in an instant, all hell broke loose. 

I cannot go into the details of the injury I sustained so unexpectedly but suffice it to say that it was scary, painful and potentially life-threatening. Being a pharmacist, I applied some first-aid using an ice-pack and some anti-inflammatory painkillers. In hindsight, that single act probably made a whole lot of difference because the swelling was less than it should have been, making it less likely to become a complicated health issue in the long run. 

After about 30 minutes of applying first-aid and praying together, my wife and I took a decision to seek emergency medical help. Anyone who knows Nigeria well, knows that it is unfortunately not a place that greatly values emergency services. We drove from one hospital to the next, only to be told they couldn’t take me in. At about 2:15am, we finally found a 24-hr hospital and I registered immediately and saw the doctor. Unfortunately, he was very young and inexperienced. He looked annoyed for having had to wake up and attend to me even though he was on call! He suggested we go back home and wait till morning to see a specialist in that health area. 

The next morning, at about 9:30am, we set out to find a specialist. We quickly found out that there was a dearth of such specialists in Nigeria. Most of the top hospitals didn’t have one and we were quite surprised and perplexed. Panic was going to set in but I kept that at bay by continually praising God and trusting Him to heal me completely. After some frustrating trips to hospitals, I had an idea to do a simple google search on my smartphone and within seconds, we got the directions to a specialist clinic very close to where we were driving past at the time. 

We got into the clinic and registered as usual. We were informed that the consultant only came into the clinic on Tuesdays and Thursdays so I was either lucky or highly favoured, depends on how you want to see it. We waited for about an hour before I went in to see the specialist. After our discussion and his physical examination of the injury, I knew I was speaking with a true expert and that really calmed me down. He concluded that I only needed rest, painkillers and a course of antibiotics for about a week and everything would be fine. We shook hands and I went back to the waiting room to meet my wife and wait for us to be picked up. However, after about 15 minutes, I was told the consultant wanted to re-examine me. I thought it was unusual but went back inside. He did a different kind of physical examination and based on my reaction, he concluded very confidently that I had to have emergency surgery within 24hrs! I believe this was another miracle because if I had left the clinic without a re-examinaton,  the outcome of the natural healing process would have led to unwanted complications.

The ride back home was a rather somber one. My family and I were contemplating those scary words the consultant spoke: “you’ll need to have emergency surgery”. Knowing my medical history, the implications of such a surgery going wrong would be disastrous. My parents were very reluctant for me to have the surgery. They demanded a second opinion. Outwardly, my newly wedded wife was calm, strong and supportive but can you imagine what emotions and fears she must have been battling on the inside? Barely one month has gone by since we tied the knot and here she finds herself preparing her mind to see her spouse being put under the knife under general anaesthesia! The stories we hear in Nigeria don’t make for very pleasant reading either. A lot of people die daily from not being able to wake up from routine operations. All these factors contributed to the fears and concerns expressed by my family but I had a peace in my heart. I had prayed about it and I knew that I had to do that surgery and that God was going to see me through it all. 

It’s true that there is tremendous power released through agreement prayer but how many agree with me that there are certain prayers that can only be said alone. Some examples are Hannah’s prayer to God for a child, Jesus’ prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane, and the prayer of Jabez. There are times when our soul comes to a place of total helplessness and we know in our heart of hearts that we need to reach somewhere deep down inside to call on God to deliver us. That was what I encountered on Thursday evening. After resolving in my heart to go ahead with the surgery, the next thing I had to do was to work on convincing my family that it was the right thing to do. It helped that I am a medical professional. More importantly, I asked God to strengthen their hearts for me. Whilst my wife made dinner for me, I was led into an unplanned session of prayer, worship, and warfare by the Holy Spirit. It was beautiful. When I was done, every shadow of doubt in my heart was gone. I knew everything was going to be okay.

The specialist had warned me that the swelling would get worse before it got better and that larger swellings made surgeries more difficult and complicated. So I asked God for a miracle. I asked Him to help my body defy the norm and cause the swelling to shrink rather than increase. My wife and I ended the night with a simple prayer of agreement and we slept blissfully. In the morning, we cracked jokes and felt very positive about the procedure I was about to undergo. My parents were still worried about the specialists change of mind about needing surgery so I went online to a neutral website and downloaded his profile. It turned out he was one of the best in that field, not only in Nigeria but in Africa! He had pioneered several complex procedures in the continent and was specialist to high profile individuals like former Presidents and the like. I counted it as another miracle. God had led us to the best with just a simple google search! However, just to pacify my parents, I spoke to another specialist whilst I was waiting my turn to be called into theatre. He not only concurred that I needed to do the surgery but also personally knew the specialist who was about to operate on me. That finally calmed my folk down and shortly after that I was called into theatre. 

Eight years ago, I found myself in the same place in a hospital in Canterbury, Kent. I was alone. It was unexpected. The weather was cold and treacherous. I was told it was life-threatening. The main difference between that day and my most recent surgery was Christ. I didn’t know Jesus as my personal Lord and Saviour in 2006 but I certainly knew Him better in 2014. Whilst I was trembling with fear in 2006, I was very calm and confident about the outcome of things in 2014. Christ had reassured me in my heart that He would see me through. And even if He decided to end my journey on earth, I was certain I would spend eternity with Him in heaven. I didn’t have such an assurance in 2006. If your life were to end today, do you know where you will spend eternity? This is a very important question you must ask yourself. It made all the difference during my surgery. 

When the anaesthesia wore off, it took me about 2hrs to regain some energy and be led to the car that took me home to rest and recuperate. The surgery was a success and even more so because the swelling had miraculously reduced rather than increase as it would normally do. My pain levels were also miraculously low. I was given some strong painkillers but I could honestly do without them. It’s a miracle that I can walk about and do most things for myself. My recovery is happening at blistering speed and if you saw me today, you wouldn’t believe I just underwent major surgery. 

What the enemy intended for bad, God turned it around for my good. He wanted to instil fear in my heart but now I have a deeper trust in God. He wanted to sow seeds of discouragement in my fresh marriage but this has only served to draw my wife and I closer through prayer and her selfless care of me. He wanted to destabilise my family and rob us of our peace but together, we have overcome the devil and secured the deliverance of the Lord through praise and thanksgiving. Murmuring and complaining are far from our tent because our past experiences in God have taught us better. 

Like the Psalmist said in Psalm 144:7,9 – Reach down Your hand from on high; deliver me and rescue me…I will sing a new song to You, O God. 

As I look back at my life and recall the numerous situations God has delivered me from, I find that a new song emerges from my heart from every new deliverance. By song, I don’t mean a literal song but rather, a new depth of knowledge in God, a new fondness of Him in my heart, a new revelation of His love, a new level of trust in Him and so on. In this particular case, God reminded me through His Holy Spirit that greater is He that is in me than He that is in the world. 

I wonder what the next song of deliverance will be for me. I wonder what new song will emerge from your heart as God takes you through the next life challenge. Whatever it is, remember brethren: “Greater is He that is in you, than He that is in the world”. 

I am still recovering from my surgery on Friday. I was given two weeks to fully recover but I am not prepared to wait until then to begin singing my new song of deliverance. Thank You Jesus for healing me once again.

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I went to Hell & Heaven – The testimony of Teresa Barrios

The following blog post was actually a comment left on this blog by Teresa Barrios. I read it and was moved to ask her permission to share with many others, which she kindly granted. These are her own words unedited:
I’m nobody famous or rich. I’m just an ordinary working Christian person. I dreamed this about 15 years ago and I have only shared it with a limited amount of people. However, Ive been feeling guilty for years for not doing what I was told to do. So, I decided to end my guilt and to tell my story to everyone that I can reach.
That moment of time in my life was very difficult for me, because I was dealing with the loss of my mother. I was not in my right state of mine, and I experience something new to spark up my marriage. Then, after experiencing several events, I started to question myself because I felt guilty sharing my husband with another woman. Their were many times that I wanted to stop this behavior but I was convinced that sharing love is not a sin. I continue having doubts, so I then decided to ask God for an answer. One night, as I was praying in bed to Jesus Christ, I asked Jesus to reveal to me the truth about being bisexual. Then, I went to sleep.

I recall falling down into a dark long tunnel and being grabbed by something as I continued falling. I could not see anything, I was in total darkness and it was a long trip down. Finally, I fell onto the ground and my body felt cold. I didn’t have shoes so I felt the cold dirt like texture between my toes. I could smelled burning hair and flesh. Somehow, I knew I was in Hell. As I was standing I started to pray and asked God to take me away from here. As I prayed I heard a deep horrific voice saying to me, “Terri this is not a dream, your really here so nobody is going to hear you or save you. Your mine!” Then, he would laugh and tease me by touching me and whispering in my ear, over and over again. I then fell to my knees and accepted my punishment. I prayed to Jesus, “I’m sorry for my sins, I accept my punishment and I will always love you Lord. The Devil continued laughing and saying, “this is not a dream, your mine!”.
I still continued to pray, “Please Jesus, come into my heart, my soul, my mind, my body, and my blood.” Then, I saw a dim pin like light bright up Hell in seconds. I then saw the beast next to me. The beast was enormously huge animal like creature with horns, I was just a tiny person next to it. The dirt was red in color and unrecognizable animal like creatures were all around me crawling on the dirt, At a distance I saw many pits with bursting fire out from it. And I thought to myself why is it cold here? I then saw Jesus standing in the light. I raised my arms as a child to be carried, as I flew to Jesus. I thanked Jesus for taking me out of there and giving me a chance. Then, I asked Jesus, why was I there for so long. Jesus told me “I wanted you to experience being in Hell”. As Jesus and I went up the tunnel, I saw creatures in bedded in the dirt and its arms trying to touch me but they couldn’t. Then I remember seeing a beautiful gold color city that look like Jersulium.

As I entered the city I saw my deceased mother at a distance. I wanted to go to her but Jesus stopped me and told me I could not talk to her right now, I have to show you something. The next thing I remember I was standing in front of two huge doors. The doors opened by it self. The room was white, there was no furniture in sight, the white walls were so high that I couldn’t see the ceiling. Jesus, told me “this is your home” but you have to go back and save your son and husband. Also, you must share this experience to as many people as you can. I said okay. Then, Jesus and I walked outside. Again, I saw many people of all ages and my mother at a distance. I raised my hand and waved goodby to my mother. Then, I immediately woke up gasping for air.
Till this day, I don’t know if it was just a dream or if I died for a short time. I finally, did as I was told by God. I hope the unbelievers will read my story and accept Jesus Christ as their savior. There is one God and the way to heaven is with Jesus Christ our only true God.

God bless you all.

I don’t know about you guys but this is truly a life-changing testimony. Lately, I’ve been sensing in my spirit that God is warning His children against complacency and lukewarmness. I sense the Holy Spirit warning God’s children to work out their salvation with fear and trembling otherwise many will be surprised to find that they will have to spend their eternity away from the Presence of God. Let us wake up and smell the coffee before it’s too late!

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The War for our Children’s Hearts

I’m not yet a father but I’m very worried about what I see happening in the world around me these days. The thought of bringing up children in the world today is one that terrifies me frankly.

I’m a firm believer in the fact that the home is the primary place for children to receive truth that not only informs but forms their character. Christian summer camps, Sunday school, Church youth programs and so on are nice and helpful but they can never take the place of the home as the most effective teacher of Christian values.

Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it. – Proverbs 22:6.

In case you haven’t noticed, we are in a culture war. The degradation of morality around the globe today is far-reaching. Even worse is the fact that the vehicles conveying these anti-Christian cultural values are increasing in number. Social media, advertising agencies, sports, work, leisure, entertainment, music, the arts, recreation and so on, are increasingly bent to complement a popular culture that is subtly and in some cases, overtly determined to obliterate every trace of Christian truth from public consciousness.

If we fail to bring up our children in the way of the Lord, the world will gladly step in to fill the void. It’s a scary prospect to think of allowing a culture that has lost all sensitivity and given itself to sensuality as described in Ephesians 4:19, to form the way our children think about authority, service, responsibility, amusement, justice, mercy and other important character issues.

Today, children are being brought up in a 2 Timothy 3 kind of environment. The Apostle Paul described it this way:

Remember this! In the last days there will be many troubles, 2 because people will love themselves, love money, brag, and be proud. They will say evil things against others and will not obey their parents or be thankful or be the kind of people God wants. 3 They will not love others, will refuse to forgive, will gossip, and will not control themselves. They will be cruel, will hate what is good,

Sound familiar? It does to me! The bible says we should no longer conform to the way the world thinks but the world has a nasty habit of trying to force its way into our homes. It is impossible to quarantine our children from the world system. In fact, we’re not called to cower in fear and hide from the world but rather to go into all the world and dispel the darkness with the light within us.

So how do we raise children who are light-bearers of the good news? How do we ensure their minds are renewed with God’s way of thinking rather than the prevailing thoughts of popular culture?

It’s clear that we have a huge responsibility to instruct our children in the way of truth during their formative years. If we get complacent or relaxed about consciously providing our children with a culture rooted in God’s truth, we can be rest assured that the militant popular culture which is increasingly anti-Christ in its beliefs will have more of an influence on our children than we will ever have.

It’s our job to pass on a culture of value to our children. If we fail them in this, we have failed them big time. Like Joshua, let’s take a stand to ensure that despite the popularisation of a militant cultural viewpoint that is increasingly anti-Christian in its approach, we and our households will serve the Lord.

But if you don’t want to serve the Lord, you must choose for yourselves today whom you will serve. You may serve the gods that your ancestors worshiped when they lived on the other side of the Euphrates River, or you may serve the gods of the Amorites who lived in this land. As for me and my family, we will serve the Lord.”

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F.R.I.E.N.D.S – I’ll be there for you

 

Proverbs 18:24 - A man who has friends must himself be friendly,[a]But there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.

Most of us will remember the popular U.S sitcom, F.R.I.E.N.D.S, that took the T.V world by storm in the 90′s and early 2000′s. Rachel, Joey, Phoebe, Chandler, Ross and Monica entertained millions of viewers across the globe for several years.

There were many reasons why that sitcom was so successful but I dare say one of those reasons is that it resonated with the one of the deepest longings of every human being, which is to fellowship with others. Deep down inside, we all want to be known, accepted and loved by our fellow man or woman. It’s absolutely normal.

We were made for fellowship. First with God and then with our fellow humans. No one was built for isolation. That is why when prison wardens want to break the most hardened criminals, they usually resort to prolonged periods of isolation as effective means of torture. It is inhumane to be isolated. It truly is.

So if God has created us in such a way that we need each other to thrive, then His Church should surely be a safe haven where such relationships can be grown and fostered in an atmosphere of love, truth and safety right? I’m afraid this is not necessarily the case.

Unfortunately, the Church, which is supposed the be the visible representation of Christ to the world is not always the safest place to be in terms of cultivating friendships. I have seen and personally experienced far too many instances where instead of comforting or counselling a hurting individual confidentially, friends betray the trust of those who confided in them and unwittingly set off a gossip chain that ends up worsening the situation.

Sometimes friends judge a situation from a distance rather than draw closer to the hurting individual to find out how best they can show the love of Christ to their fellow brother or sister.

Sometimes friends take sides even without making a genuine effort to gain a balanced view of whatever took place in an individual’s life.

Sometimes friends are quick to hand out prescriptions and formulae of how they think situations should have been handled by the hurting person, without empathizing with the complexity and uniqueness of the situation in question.

Sometimes friends enjoy using sensitive information as discussion material amongst themselves, not to edify anyone but just for the entertainment value it brings.

Sometimes friends exclude hurting friends from their little cliques because they would rather maintain their perfect little happy circles than risk bringing in anyone who might disrupt that circle with their sad story.

I could go on and on but you get the picture. Many individuals have left the faith because they were let down by those who were supposed to be their friends. Those who were supposed to be modelling the unfailing friendship of Christ.

Many have been disillusioned by the disparity that exists between the kind of love Christ commanded us to share with one another and what really happens in some churches today. We have to realise that our actions have far deeper consequences than we may think.

As believers, we are always held to a higher standard than what is required of the world. With a perfect role-model like Christ, why do we struggle as believers to be better friends? Selfless friends? Loving friends? Faithful friends?

It is because we are all work in progress. We are all being sanctified by the Spirit of God and are going from glory to glory. Whilst we should not condemn ourselves for our shortcomings in this area, we must continually aspire to be the best friends we can be to our fellow brothers and sisters. We must aim to be a friend like Christ.

To those who have been hurt and let down by their friends, I pray you will find it in your heart to forgive. Understand that your friend(s) is not perfect and do your part to have that friendship restored.

To those who have let their friends down, I pray you will receive grace and courage to make amends by acknowledging your failure and asking for forgiveness. Don’t condemn or beat yourself up indefinitely. There is grace available for you.

Let us all take our friendships more seriously because the world is watching to see if we practise what we preach. It is also imperative because God requires that we love one another. This is how we will build each other up and advance the Kingdom of God.

Rather than spreading GOSSIP, let’s spread the GOSPEL. The Church should be a safe haven where those who are hurting can run to. Where they can share their pain and expect to still be loved unconditionally.

John 15:12-15 - 12 This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. 13 Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends. 14 You are My friends if you do whatever I command you. 15 No longer do I call you servants, for a servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all things that I heard from My Father I have made known to you.

 

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One Body, many parts

My name was eye. My vision was unparalleled. I could see what others couldn’t. I often got frustrated at the shortsightedness of those around me. Why couldn’t they all be like me? Why couldn’t they see what I saw? Why is everyone else around me so blind and ignorant? I thought I was the best thing to ever happen to the Body.

All of that changed when I became a nose. I could smell foul play from a mile away. The inability of others to perceive as well as I did often drove me bonkers. I would stick my nose up in pride and look down on my peers. I truly believed that being a nose trumped being an eye or any other part of the Body.

All of that went out the window when I became an ear. I could hear everything that was being said around me. When others were clueless, I would have an edge over them because of what I heard. Nothing was a secret any longer. I could hear all things. I truly felt as though being an ear was the most important part of the Body. The eyes and nose were plain lazy as far as I was concerned.

All of that was scrapped when I became a mouth. I could express myself better than any other part of the Body. Having my voice heard was an exhilarating experience. I couldn’t imagine how I once thought being any other part of the Body was more important than being a mouth. What on earth was everyone else doing?

You may say I’ve got identity issues but trust me, when I became a shoulder, I never felt more fulfilled in my lifetime. People could finally lean on me in their times of distress. I could carry the weaker vessels around me and nothing made me feel more alive. I suddenly felt as though the eyes, ears, nose and mouth were nothing but selfish parts of the Body.

That was until I became a heart. I could finally empathize with others. I could feel their pain as well as their joy. It opened me up to a myriad of emotions I never thought existed. What kind of emotionless life was I living when I was a different part of the Body? How cold and lifeless are others around me? Surely, nothing could trump this feeling I had inside, right?

Wrong! My perspective changed once more when I became a hand. I was diligent and hardworking. Rather than waste away looking at stuff, smelling foul play, listening to gossip, mouthing off or getting overwhelmed by emotions, I was working hard to accomplish tasks facing the Body. As far as I was concerned, everyone else was lazy.

Alas! That view changed the day I became a foot. What was the point in being any other part of the Body if you couldn’t get to the action. As a foot, I could go places I had never been. The Body was useless without me. Surely, I am supreme amongst the parts of the Body.

My fellow brothers and sisters in Christ, it is time we stopped belittling each other’s contributions to the Body of Christ which is the Church and started appreciating our differences and unique gifting. The maturity and thriving of the Church is dependent on its unity. A house divided cannot stand. Food for thought.

I leave you with the words of the Apostle in 1 Corinthians 12:12-26:

12 The human body has many parts, but the many parts make up one whole body. So it is with the body of Christ. 13 Some of us are Jews, some are Gentiles,[e] some are slaves, and some are free. But we have all been baptized into one body by one Spirit, and we all share the same Spirit.[f]

14 Yes, the body has many different parts, not just one part. 15 If the foot says, “I am not a part of the body because I am not a hand,” that does not make it any less a part of the body. 16 And if the ear says, “I am not part of the body because I am not an eye,” would that make it any less a part of the body? 17 If the whole body were an eye, how would you hear? Or if your whole body were an ear, how would you smell anything?

18 But our bodies have many parts, and God has put each part just where he wants it. 19 How strange a body would be if it had only one part! 20 Yes, there are many parts, but only one body. 21 The eye can never say to the hand, “I don’t need you.” The head can’t say to the feet, “I don’t need you.”

22 In fact, some parts of the body that seem weakest and least important are actually the most necessary. 23 And the parts we regard as less honorable are those we clothe with the greatest care. So we carefully protect those parts that should not be seen, 24 while the more honorable parts do not require this special care. So God has put the body together such that extra honor and care are given to those parts that have less dignity. 25 This makes for harmony among the members, so that all the members care for each other. 26 If one part suffers, all the parts suffer with it, and if one part is honored, all the parts are glad.

 

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I love the view from here!

Ever attended a concert or theatre performance and left with the feeling that you got the best seat in the house? It’s a wonderful feeling isn’t it? 

Sometimes, our view of such performances can add or take away from the experience. I remember attending The African Praise Experience (T.A.P.E) sometime in July. We had a thoroughly enjoyable and thrilling experience. Of course the Presence of God in the room was the major factor for this but our seats definitely made it easier for us to enjoy the experience. Fast forward to sometime in October, when I attended the sequel, T.A.P.E 2, due to the success of the first concert, the main auditorium was packed out in record time. I was forced to sit in the overflow and try to connect with the concert via a small tv screen. Trust me, the enjoyment levels were different this time around.

We can liken this to life in the Spirit. Although all believers have access to the same resurrection life, some choose to see everyday life from a supernatural plane, whilst most others simply get stuck in the natural. In other words, we may believe the same things fundamentally, but we both see life differently because of where we choose to look from. It’s all about perspective. In Ephesians 2:6, Paul wrote, and raised us up together, and made us sit together in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus. Seated with Christ! Wow…talk about best seats in the house.

Our view should be the same as Christ’s. Do you think the King of kings looks down into people’s lives and sees circumstances He cannot overcome? Do you think the Lord of lords looks down at giant obstacles and becomes intimidated? Do you think the Creator of the universe looks down and thinks the devil has outsmarted Him? I don’t think so. If that is the case then why do so many believers (myself included) choose to see things in a way that does not accurately represent Christ’s view-point? What are we doing with our vantage point?

The Apostle Paul was so immersed in the resurrection life that he was inspired by the Holy Spirit to write one of the most encouraging verses in all of Scripture - And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. – Romans 8:28.

What would life be like if we truly started to see our circumstances the way Christ does? Nothing would seem impossible. No task would seem too daunting. No obstacle would look insurmountable.

If we change our seats, we change our viewpoint and our viewpoint will determine our perspective, which in turn will shape our thinking and eventually, our actions.

 

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The Hunger Games

The person who labors, labors for himself, For his hungry mouth drives him on. – Proverbs 16:26 

I have walked with God for the last six years and one thing has become very clear to me in that short period of time: desperation drives me deeper into His sustaining word. During the lean times of the soul, the only thing that guarantees my survival is a daily supply of fresh manna from God. Nothing else will do.

I remember a particularly trying time I went through for six months last year, it was a combination of the Spirit’s comfort and the nourishment I derived from my daily supply of manna that saw me through. One scripture that served as an anchor for me in that season was Psalm 119:105, which says, Your word is a lamp to my feet
And a light to my path. Literally speaking, His word was a lamp to my feet, guiding me from one step of faith to the next on a daily basis. I clung to every single word that proceeded from God’s mouth to sustain me in that season. His word was also a light unto my path, constantly reminding me of a future filled with hope. Truly, that was when I realised that man does not live by bread alone but by every word that comes out of God’s mouth.

Remember the Israelites received fresh manna from heaven everyday whilst they journeyed through the wilderness en route to the Promised Land. In Exodus 16:12-31, one can see how God instructed them not to store today’s manna for tomorrow’s use. It only kept for a day. Those who tried to bend this rule only found to their detriment that the manna went bad if stored.

Since the manna was a foreshadow of the Word of God, it is still true that yesterday’s feeding in the word should not be relied on to sustain us today. We need to partake of His living Word every single day of our lives.

The key ingredient in living a life of constant dependence on the word is HUNGER. As today’s key scripture spelt out, a hungry mouth can be a very powerful driving force both in the natural and the spiritual realms. I know how driven I am to eat when I am starving!

As a medical professional, one of the most frequently asked questions when it comes to trying to diagnose a patient is whether or not there is a loss of appetite. In the natural realm, a loss of appetite is one of the tell-tale signs that an individual is under the weather. Likewise, in spiritual things, a lack of hunger for God’s word is a sign that we are not functioning at full capacity.

A spiritual examination usually exposes what the underlying cause of such a lack of hunger actually is. For example, it could be unforgiveness, hidden sin, pride, anger and so on. We need to constantly submit ourselves to the capable Hands of the Holy Spirit to probe beneath the surface and reveal what is causing our lack of hunger for God’s word.

There is a direct correlation between spiritual hunger and spiritual vitality. Without a hunger for the Rhema Words of God, it is difficult for an individual to be motivated enough to search for fresh manna every single day. Personally speaking, I am still a work in progress in this area but one thing that helps is filling yourself with the Logos (written word) and then allocating a portion of your prayer time (five minutes in my case) to ask the Holy Spirit to speak a living Word into your life for that particular day. I have now practised this for two years and I can tell you it has been a thrill of a ride to hear the King of kings speak directly into my life circumstances in that manner.

There are no special instructions or requirements. You need no qualifications whatsoever. All you need is to pick up your Bible and begin to dig in with an attitude of expectancy. There’s no short-cut to it guys. The more you labour in the Word, the more it labours for you. That has been my personal experience.

I am excited at the prospect of what God will do in our lives as we begin to prioritize His word in our lives. He delights in speaking life into our unique circumstances. I hope your stomachs are growling! There is abundant food in His mouth.

But his delight is in the law of the Lord, And in His law he meditates day and night. 3 He shall be like a tree Planted by the rivers of water, That brings forth its fruit in its season, Whose leaf also shall not wither; And whatever he does shall prosper. – Psalm 1:2-3

 

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