In litigation, when the court asks you to say your prayers they're asking you to tell them what you'd like them to do as regards the instant case. As Christians we are taught to pray, but how many of us do more than just pray? more than just make requests? this might seem absurd but how many of us have ever asked God how running of the universe was coming through? how many have asked God how his day went? or if mankind didn't give him too much trouble? how many?  You might be like 'how can I ask God this questions, it's not in my place to', If it's not in your place to, you who claims to be His child, then who should ask him?
God wants a father/son and friend relationship with you, but he can't do this if all you talk about when you're with him is about yourself. He wants to have your opinion on matters like He did with Abraham when He wanted to burn Sodom and Gomorrah , and like He did with Moses when He wanted to destroy the Israelites in the wilderness. ofcourse He can do it himself, but He still wants to run it by you so you'll understand that He enjoys those little selfless chats you have with Him, so you'll understand that you're grown enough to handle His business. Besides what father will not feel great when he has a son that cares about the father enough to ask how he is doing, a son professes his love and concern? God knows you feel this things, but like all fathers, it feels good to hear you say it. (Leveticus 26:12, John 17:21-23, 1John 1:3, Revelations 21:3-4)

#prayer : Father forgive me for being selfish, forgive me for making our communion about me. Henceforth I amend my ways. Father today is another day at the business of saving souls, may it be a great harvesting that when we commune again you'll have lots of awesome stories from all over the world to tell me. in Jesus name, amen.

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A couple of days back I was reading the book of Leveticus, and the spirit of God drew my attention to Lev 10:1. That verse talks about how Nadab and Abihu, the sons of Aaron offered strange fire before the Lord and God struck them down for it. I didn't get it until the Holy Spirit made it plain.
Previously God had told them how they were to fire up the temple so as not offer strange fire but Aaron's sons did exactly what they weren't told to, they offered strange fire.
Thinking of it, we can see that the fire they offered was in the service of God but God still killed them, couldn't God have overlooked their offence seeing as it was His work they were trying to do? Apparently not.
God is spirit and worshiping Him must be done in truth and in spirit (john 4:24) and doing it in truth and spirit means your heart is right with God and you have the spirit of God in you. Any service to God when your heart's not right with him is strange fire. Nadab and Abihu knew the law but chose to disobey, their heart was set on disobedience already before they offered the strange fire.
You might be on 'fire' for God, preaching powerful messages, singing in the choir, a prayer warrior or maybe it's just chairs you clean, As long as you've chosen to do any service in God's house it must be done with a right heart. God might not strike you down like he did Aaron's sons because of the grace we have through Christ, but he's sure going to punish you because whether directly or indirectly your strange fire will affect how other people's sacrifice will be accepted.
It is the heart God tries, physical approval by your friends or even your pastor means nothing to God but His approval means everything to you.
There are times in each our lives that we tried to do God's work without the spirit of God or a heart that's right with God, these are times we've offered strange fire but thank God for the grace of God through Christ his son, because that's the only reason we're not consumed. So then do we now continue in sin that grace may abound? God forbid! (1samuel 15:22, luke 16:15, psalm 95:8-11)

#Prayer Heavenly father I'm very sorry for what I have done and what I am doing. I know I have offered strange fire and I ask that you forgive me, I threw myself at your mercy and plead that you do not hide your face from me. henceforth I'm gonna make certain I'm standing right with you before doing service in your house. Thank you father. in Jesus name I pray. Amen.

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During one of my classes yesterday, the lecturer went out to look up those that he closed the door against because they were late to the class, the moment he stepped out they ran helter skelter. then the spirit of God spoke to me, He said, the default reaction of man when he has done something wrong is to run and hide, Adam is an example. this is how God's children run and hide when they've done wrong, they reject His love and forgiveness just because they want to cover their shame. They then make Jesus chase them  like chicks when all He wants is to take away that shame they have so protected like He did Mary Magdalene .
God's love for us can't be explained, only a God can love a people like us when we've done nothing but hurt him. He sent his son to die for us (Romans 5:8), not because He enjoyed the sight of torture, but because of His love for us, the same love He's had for mankind through generations.
He's calling out to you today, He loves you and wants to show how much He does, He wants to take away that shame and give you the oil of gladness, a garment of praise instead of mourning, a shining crown instead of ashes and glory in a place of despair. But He can only do this if we stop running. Come back home and give all to Him and He'll give all to you. He won't allow you drown when you've given him the reins of your life holding nothing back. Stop running and come home and Christ will fix you. (john 3:16, 2Timothy 1:9)

#Prayer: Lord Jesus I'm tired of running, please lead me back home. Forgive all my indiscretions and take all this guilt and pain away. I give my all to you today, because there will be no more running for I have found love, mercy, forgiveness and grace in your sight. Thank you Jesus. Amen

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The mob waited outside for him, blocking all possible escape routes, their intentions were clear, the young man was going down, he was gonna get soaked in red.

They spread out the bottles amongst themselves and waited patiently...patiently as the moment of truth drew near. Soon it was time.

The moment they saw him step out, they grabbed him and dragged outside, forced him to his knees while at the same time tearing his white shirt to shreds. He struggled to stand but the tug and the pull, the weight of several arms and the passion he saw in their eyes made his legs give way. He knew there was no turning back, he had to heed to the motioned out request.

It was the last paper and as a ritual final year students are poured water and any other liquid the perpetrators choose to use, as long as it's not dangerous. This time, the object of the whole fiasco was our LAWSA president and he was getting it real hard.

They tore his shirt, poured water and zobo on him then tore part of his trousers. All this he took with a smile on his face.

After they had thrown several sachets of water at him and emptied their bottles of zobo, they let him go while they went to join the sachet water shooting and zobo bottles emptying frenzy at the car park...lest i forget, there was lots of champagne too, so much the whole car park stank of alcohol.

You won't really understand until you've being in a federal university in Nigeria for atleast three years, then you'll know to have spent five years is no small task. The stress, the trauma, the drama...everything's finally ends. I don't think anybody would mind having water, champagne and zobo emptied on them, i for one hope they do it to me, cos to read book is not a small something.

Congratulations to all final year law students, UNIBEN, wish you success in your endeavors outside the 'Berlin wall' .

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I guess I looked really fresh cos I was feeling really good with myself, this time I had original denims on...hehehe. It was time for CLASFON service. I got to school and went straight to the venue which is our faculty.

The audience was kinda small at first then it grew larger, no thanks to the African timers. I was given a tablet with a pink casing to cover the event so I was the official makeshift cameraman...but pink? Seriously? Comon… i did myself the favor of removing the pink casing before lifting the tab up, I won't be caught dead with or in anything pink.

And so I began coverage, not moving an inch from my seat, if you weren’t within my view… your funeral, I couldn't be bordered about getting up.

Programs went by, the dance group came and they were super cool, one of my friends who was dancing was just twisting and whining her waist like a Calabar girl, I was held spellbound. if you date a girl like her, i dont think you guys will ever have issues, how do i mean? all she needs to do is start dancing, throwing little twist and whines around during the dance while you're in full view and the quarreling will be gone with the wind, because you would have apologized on your kneels without you even knowing...you have being h(i)pnotized. The drama presentation was off the hinges, it was off the hook, in fact its T.V worthy, it was unexpectedly beautiful...short, concise and full of meaning. I could have described the piece presented in more dramatic detail but I can't, sorry, maybe later in another article, but not now, too lazy to. Moving on.

While I was busy enjoying the event, I heard the M.C say:

'Time for special numbers, from Mark and Samuel'

I ignored cos I didn’t believe they just called my name out for special numbers, what! Well pardon me, I was brought up in a local church where special number means a solo or a duet, I never knew special number meant any presentation that wasn’t the regular or expected one. So when they called me out for special number, I stayed back till I heard my name thrice, then I got up and sauntered to the podium, and from the look on the faces of the guest especially the ones who knew me, I could see they were very surprised and patiently waiting to hear me sing or humiliate myself. I held the mic and began:

'good morning everyone, I’m sure y'all are thinking I’m gonna sing, but no I’m not, and I’m not gonna dance or preach either, so what I’m I here for? Why I’m I holding this mic?

Somebody in crowd said comedy and I said no and from thence I began. It was a talk and my talk was simply about diversity and human relation. The ability to build social skills while in school because you have the opportunity of meeting different people here which is similar to what you’ll encounter in the real world. I'm not giving a speech so I’ll stop here, I’ll put up the video as soon as I’m able to help it shed some fat.

The service went well, especially the 100L choir, they were awesome, the 'awesome' emphasized. And for those that don't know, CLASFON means Christian Law Students Fellowship Of Nigeria.

So I hung around with a few friends after service, helped one really pretty one get rid of the egg white in her pastry…damn sheee fineeee, and y’all better belee that. I hope she’s crushes on me though; it’ll make things easier cos I kinda…ermmm…never mind…scratch that…lol , Moving on. I kept getting compliments about my really cool shirt so I decided to stroll in and out to show it off a little more. I can swear some girls in a corner were gossiping about me because they kept whispering and stealing glances at me...Hmmm, well I don’t care what they were talking about. Did what I had to do and bounced out with my home boy who happened to be the preacher for that day.

I got home, chilled and guess who showed up? ‘The girl’ (For the sake of secrecy I’ll call her ‘the girl’). Ok a brief history of ‘the girl’. ‘The girl’ is a very beautiful girl, distinctively crazy just the way I like with a sense of humor that’s way off top. We met sometime last semester, and that was it, we became friends. We are similar in so many ways; her sense of humor, smart and above all her choice of music, she loves Regina Spektor too and it means a lot to me that she does, maybe it’s because Regina is crazy too, get any of her songs and you’ll understand.
The crush I have on her, ‘the girl’ is so huge sometimes I walk with a limp cos of its weight (punch line). Ok, so ‘the girl’ came over and we had so much fun, innocent fun since we’re just friends so get your minds outta the gutter, grazie.

I walked her home, came back and treated myself to a bowl of pounded yam and ogbono soup (yummy). Took a quick shower, jumped into bed and pressed my phone till fade. I guess I had a wonderful day. HAPPY NEW MONTH.

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