It's Not Okay- video


It's not okay

It's not okay to sin

Neither is it okay for me to watch you sin and not say or do anything about it.

It's not okay to have pre marital sex
Neither is it okay for me to accept it as the norm

It's not okay for you to have all sorts of wrongs being shoved down your throat 
Neither is it okay for me to be mute about it

It's not okay for to watch you head to hell
And not do anything about it.

It's not okay for me to say I'm Christian and  keep salvation all to myself.

It's not okay for me to say that I love God
And not love the works of His hands- you.

It's not okay to say I love you
And not share the good news of salvation with you.

The good news of how your Father, my Father is longing to dwell with you

The good news of how He gave up His Son, so that you may be saved and not perish

The good news of how He will forsake ninety-nine others just to find the one- you

The good news of how He loves you and desperate to have you.

I can no longer be selfish, I can no longer act selfishly

I can't do this anymore
I will share it with you, because I love you
But more importantly, your Father love you and wants to dwell with you.

...come now and let us reason together, He says
though your sins be as Scarlett, they shall be as snow
though they be like crimson, they shall be as white as wool.
Come now, He says, NOW! (Isaiah 1:18)

Music credit: keeper of my Dreams by Lara George
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It's not okay!

It's not okay to sin.
Neither is it okay for me to watch you sin and not say/do anything about it.

It's not okay to have pre-marital sex
Neither is it okay for me to accept it as the norm in this day and age

It's not okay for you to have all sorts of wrongs shoved down your throat
Neither is it okay for me to be mute about it.

It's not okay for me to watch you head to hell
Neither is it okay for me not to do anything about it.

It's not okay that I say I'm Christian and care about my own salvation alone

It's not okay for me to say I love God without loving the works of His hand- you!

It's not okay to say I love you and not share the good news with you.

The good news of how My Father (soon to be your Father too) longs to have you in His kingdom.

It's not His will that you perish, but that you enjoy the gift of salvation He's offering you and as been offering you, since sending His Son- Jesus to die for your sins.

I love you friend and I choose to no longer act selfishly by keeping the good news from you.

More importantly, Dad loves you more and wants the best for you.  Please say yes to Him today!

John 3:16- For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son , that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.

Isaiah 1:18- Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord, though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be as wool.

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Looking to find "The One"- 2

Trisha was only twenty-two years old. She was a ‘normal girl’ as she described herself.  She did the ‘normal’ things girls her age do- club, drink get in and out of relationships for the fun of it and so on. As far as she was concerned, that was a normal thing. She did not particularly like the taste of vodka, red wine or champagne but she drank them anyway. She hated the sweaty arms that always rubbed against hers in the clubs and the smell that came out of those places, but she went anyway. According to her, that was the price to pay to fit into the society of today. 

All along, she had always been a religious girl, went to church every Sunday and even attended mid week services occasionally. As she neared the marriageable age as defined by her, she started frequenting church more. She became a regular face at the singles’ meeting, and other programs organised by the Church. She not only frequented her own local Church, but other Churches, as long as she felt a number of eligible bachelors would be present. 

She wanted to marry a God-fearing man and not just a passive church goer like herself. That way, she felt she would not have to worry about his unfaithfulness, keeping late nights or even have trust issues with him. She wanted a man that they could cuddle up together on a Friday night and not someone that would send her a text at 9pm at night saying “hanging out with the boys at the bar tonight, don’t wait up for me”. As she sculpted her perfect spec for a husband, it never for once occurred to her that she probably wasn’t the kind of lady that man would be looking for.

“Look who we have here?” She heard a voice say behind her. It was Rob.

“Nice of you to come and I’m sure you’ll now agree with me when I said you’ll like the program” he continued.

“You’re right, I absolutely loved it” she replied.  

“Great! Which means we’ll be seeing more of you here?” Rob asked?

“I have my own local church, but I’ve been looking to change churches for some time no. Looks like you were God sent after all”. That was the truth; Trisha had been looking to change churches. According to her, her current Church didn’t have enough eligible bachelors so she wanted to leave. 

Two months on, Trisha had only managed to get Rob’s number and nothing more. 

Rob was a very focused and unassuming young man. With him, what you see is what you get. He had no hidden agendas whatsoever. God was his first love. Anytime, he mounted the altar to lead the worship session, miracles were bound to happen, men, women and even children would be moved to tears as they worshiped their Maker. He was truly anointed.

Trisha had continued to fantasize about him as her future husband. She would link the events that led to their initial meeting as ‘God’s way of bringing them together’ There was virtually nothing he could say to her that she wouldn’t interpret to mean that he liked her. She was always around him. She would call him just to make sure ‘he got home safe’ after the Youth Fellowship. In all of these, as far as Rob was concerned, Trisha was just a very caring lady. It wasn’t until pointed out to him that he thought Trisha liked him that he started noticing it too. 

The other day at Alex’s birthday dinner, Trisha insisted to sit beside Rob, offered to drop him off as his car was in the garage and even asked herself over to his house the following day to help him give his flat a little make-over. At that point, Alex had casually mentioned it to Rob but he just brushed it off and paid no attention it.

As time went on, Trisha’s crush on Rob became more glaring. Immediately, he took it to the Lord in prayer and asked the Lord if she was the woman for him not because he liked her, but because he did not want her to waste her time or lead her on like Alex had pointed out.

“Hey Trisha, I need to talk to you? Will you be free after service today?” he asked her over the phone that Sunday morning.

“Yes sure, no worries” she responded.

Immediately she hung up, she started guessing and second guessing what it was he wanted to talk to her about. She was convinced it had to do with the fact that he liked her too. She was very nervous and excited at the same time. She even changed her Blackberry status to “This is the day that the Lord has made it and I will rejoice and be glad in it”

“I don’t really know how to say this” Rob started off as they made their way to an empty room after the service. 

“Okay,  here’s the thing, Alex seems to think you like me in a romantic way, is he right?” He blurted out all at once. Trisha wasn’t sure how to respond and she wasn’t sure where the conversation was headed but, she decided to be honest anyway.

Errrm....” she took a long pause. “Errrr, Alex might be right, sort of” she finished. By this time, she could no longer look him straight in the eye, she was so shy.

Wow, in as much as I guessed you’d say this, I was hoping you wouldn’t”. 

She couldn’t believe what was coming out of Rob’s mouth. She had thought he was going to say something about liking her and they should both pray about it. But no, this was totally different from the script she had prepared in her mind.

“I’m really sorry Trisha, but I don’t feel the same way. I only realised you might have felt this way when Alex pointed it out to me. I immediately took it to God in prayer and He said ‘no’. I had to let you in on this right away as I didn’t want to continue “leading you on” as Alex described it.”

“What do you mean as Alex described it?” Are you trying to say you were not aware that you were leading me on? You’d sit beside me at every Youth fellowship meeting, called me at 12.00am on the dot on my birthday and even bought me a gift. You called me from time to time just to “check up on me and teach me the scriptures, we’d go on evangelizing walks together. In fact, I was certain you arranged for me to be paired with you as your evangelism partner” At this point, Trisha was getting a lot angrier

Rob was confused; he wasn’t sure how to react. He did not know whether to apologise or not, ‘cos left to him, he hadn’t really done any wrong. Just as he still gathered his thoughts together and plan his next course of action, Trisha stomped off and that was the last he saw of her. 

Every now and then, he prays for her, hoping she’ll encounter his Jesus sometime soon.

Morale of the story: Be the kind of woman your future husband should be looking for.
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Looking to find "The One"

Trisha knocked frantically at Becky’s door. She could even jump in through the double-glazed window if she had her way; that’s how badly she was hitching to tell Becky about Rob. 

It was lovely summer day, the lush green grass and occasional wind that blew made it even better. Trisha lay on the floor in the park reading John Grisham’s- ‘The Firm’ as she soaked in the sun. If you know anything about England, you would know that the weather is one of the most unpredictable things. One minute, it’s raining heavily and the very next minute the sun is shiny as though the word rain never existed. 

“One more chapter and I’ll go prepare dinner for mum” Trisha said to herself.

She had said that for the past three chapters. You can’t blame her though, nothing captivates her as much as a John Grisham novel. Well, that was until Rob walked past.

Becky peeped through the door hole, slightly upset that Trisha’s knock had woken Samantha ; her two year old niece who was fast asleep on the sofa.

There you go, you’ll have to rock her  back to sleep” Becky said, handing over Samantha to Trisha.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I wake her up?” She asked as she leaned over to carry Sam.

“Anyway, I’m sure you’ll understand my excitement as soon as I tell you all about Rob”  said Trisha as she grinned.
Rob is a twenty-six year old British-American. His father is from Manchester and his mum, black American. He moved from the US to the UK when he was 10 years old. His father had been working as an expatriate in America when he met his mum. After his contract with the bank expired, they decided to move to the UK.  
Rob grew up in a very strict Christian home. His mother was a chorister in their local church, which probably explains where he got his beautiful voice from. His father was a Sunday school teacher. As a young teenager, his daily routine was school-home-church-home. All his social life started and ended in church and he was fine with it, until he entered the University. 

As a first year student at Durham University, Rob was exposed to a whole new world he never knew existed. Living independently, making his own decisions and just not been able to talk to his dad like he used to were all concepts that were totally foreign to him. 

Going into Durham, he had no idea what to expect   and the fact he was the only child was a major contribution to this. His parents had given him no guidance whatsoever. He felt as though he was just dipped into the middle of the deep blue sea and had had to navigate through the waters all by himself. That’s exactly what he did. He started hanging out with a bunch of boys, most of which were in the same residential  hall as himself, he became very self-conscious.  Well, to be fair, anyone receiving that amount of female attention would be. 

In the beginning, he joined a Church nearby, but as days rolled into weeks and weeks into months, his church attendance dwindled till they became non-existent. It was really difficult to keep up with the partying, hanging-out, studying as well as church attendance.

By the time he got to his third year, he hated the person he had become. The smoking, drinking , womanizing had taken over him. He detested them, but couldn’t bring himself to stop them. That had become his way of life. 

On one fateful day, his life changed. In the wee hours of that morning, he staggered into his room after three days of non-stop partying.  He sat on his bed, facing the direction of the wall that had the mirror on. He stared intently at the man in the mirror and screamed as though he was about to pass out- “Jesus, have mercy on me!”

Within a split second, he was rolling on the floor, in tears. He opened his mouth to pray, but he began speaking in a “strange language”. He tried to pray in his native English language, but he couldn’t. The more he tried, the more he spoke in the “strange language”. That was the beginning of his new life in Christ.

Weeks later, he got to know that the “strange language” was not strange after all but, that was the heavenly language and it was as a result of the Holyspirit that now dwelled inside him.  His life changed dramatically for the best and within a short space of time too. 
It’s been three years since that fateful morning and he’s still going strong.

“Hello, enjoying the sun?” Rob said to Trisha who was lying in the park.

Trisha, immediately rose her head, admiring the young gentlemen standing in front of her well, one of them in particular. Immediately, Trisha turned red as she blushed. One would almost 
he had proposed marriage to her. Even Rob and Alex were a bit taken aback by her reaction.

Rob and Alex were best of friends and had been for a long time. They had gone to the park to evangelise and promote the upcoming youth program when they met Trisha.

“What can I say, we have to make the best of this British bipolar weather, right?” she said as she began twisting some strands of her hair, thinking he was another admirer; the kind of admirer she wanted.

“Well, I wouldn’t call it bipolar but hey, never mind. What are you doing this Sunday?”

“Erm...” she began blushing again, “why do you ask?”

“We would like to invite you to our church. We have an amazing program coming up this Sunday and it would be nice of you to come, I’m sure you’ll like it” he handed are a flyer as he finished.

Trisha glanced at the flyer quickly and indeed, it seemed like something she would like. “Okay, I’m not promising, but I’ll try”.

“Please do, I would love to see you there and always remember that Jesus loves you!” he said, as they began to walk away.
“Becky, seriously, there’s got to be a law against evangelizing when you look that ‘hawt’. It has to be illegal or something”. They both laughed. 

“So what church would you be attending this Sunday” Becky asked sarcastically. 

“Is that even a question? The programme starts at 10am, but trust me to be there by 9:30am at the latest” replied Trisha.

“Well then, let me know how it goes with you two on Sunday” Becky said as she walked Trisha to the door.
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This is my Story, I am Lola Daniels

I lie here on my bed, staring at the tattered wall paper that litter the walls of my little bedroom or cute as I like to call it. My eyes keep darting back to my phone every thirty seconds or so. It has been a week since I last spoke to him, I mean one whole week and I am incredibly proud of myself. 

Tade is a good looking guy by every standard. Looks and body, he’s got it nailed and unarguably too. Well, you could argue but, I’m sure you’d fall into the 0.01% of the population that think the same. Ok, ok it’s a bit of an exaggeration but, the point is he’s that hot.

That Sunday afternoon after church, I unwittingly walked into Mr Walter, the youth leader’s office to pick up the list of our new members he had compiled. My role in the youth ministry was to follow up new members. I picked it up and made haste to leave as I saw he was busy with a certain gentleman. Of course, that gentleman was Tade. As I tried to exit his office in order not to disrupt their meeting, Mr Walter called out to me:

Hey Lola (pronounced as Lowlar in Mr Walter’s British accent), its good you came in”.
Here’s Tttta ttaa... it’s Tade”, Tade cut in.
Yes Tade, he’s new to the church. I saw him as he tried to sneak out after the service”, we all laughed.
“I’m sure you will make him feel welcome.
“I certainly will”.
“Nice to meet you Tade, I’m Lola, not Lowlar” I said sarcastically as I cast a glance over Mr Walter.

We exchanged pleasantries and I promised to call him some time during that week. I hurried off; I had to catch a train.

Fast forward two months and I’m pacing back and forth at the bus stop, grinning from ear to ear as I talk to him over the phone. If you ask me how we got ‘here’, I honestly don’t know. I mean, following our initial meeting and the ‘follow-up’ call I made to him afterwards, I had started to think he wasn’t that bad looking, but that was about it. Well, until the calls started increasing, the ‘good morning’ texts and the ‘What’s app’ instant messages. 

Here’s the thing, in as much as he seemed to tick all the boxes, there was just something that didn’t feel right, but I wasn’t quite sure what it was. He’s attendance in church wasn’t great, but each time I asked him, it was either he said he was on call- he’s a medical doctor (a young medical doctor, just one more reason why I was attracted to him) or he had been at an engagement the night before and he was too tired to drive down, so he would just follow the service online. He’s favourite phrase is “God looks at your heart and not your church attendance”. But these reasons never seemed to come into play whenever we had a youth meeting. The youth meetings were a lot less formal. There wasn’t too much preaching or praying. It was more of talk shows, outings and the likes, so as expected; the turn-out was usually good.

See, I’m a very strong Christian, tongue-speaking, fire-breathing, power-filled Christian, so I really don’t know how I got ‘here’. This was never the plan. Just the other I called him to find out why he hadn’t been in church and gist him about the “amazing” sermon, or so I told myself. The conversation went something like this:

*Phone rings*
Tade: Hey babe!
*Heart already melting*
Lola: Hey! What happened? I did not see you at church.
TadeAwww, you missed me, didn’t you?
Lola: In your dreams Mr.
Tade: Ok, did u or did you not miss me?
Lola: Of course I did not, I definitely did not miss you, I emphasised as if to convince myself too.
Tade: Oh I see and that probably explains why I can feel you blushing just at the sound of my voice.

He wasn’t lying, I was blushing, I always do when it comes to him. Twenty-five minutes and thirty-two seconds later, we hung up and I had made no more reference to church, let alone tell him about the sermon.

Like I said, I am a strong Christian or so I thought and I could see the hand writings on the wall. It was time to run or flee like the bible put it, but I decided to stay. I was too weak to run, let alone flee. Truth is, I enjoyed the attention he gave me, the endearing names by which he called me, the constant phone calls and of course, his six-inch, well built frame is a pleasure to stare look at.

I was slowly falling away; I could not prayer as much anymore. Each time I bowed my head to pray, the guilt of the not-so-godly conversations we had had would flood in. I would quote as much of the 1 John1:9s as I could remember, but I would still be unable to pray. I will mumble a few words and leave, as though I could run away from God.

I tried to stop communicating with him on several occasions, but a day was all I could manage. Just the sound of his voice did wonders to me, literally. But in all of these, I had friends, praying friends. I did not mention to them what was going on, but they felt it and they were praying. They had stood in the gap for me.

I remember that Sunday, I had woken up and gotten ready for church just like every other Sunday. As I got to church, I began to feel uneasy; I couldn’t quite place the feeling. I looked around as though searching for clues as to what was going on, but I found none. The praise session began in earnest, I joined in but I began to feel even worse. Not long after, we began the worship and I thought to myself, this should be better, how wrong I was. 

The very first song the chorister led us in was all it took to break me:

*When the music fades
All is stripped away
And I simply...*

I could no longer hear her, my tears had drowned the sound of her voice. I suddenly remembered I was still in church, so I tried to get myself together. Wiped my face continuously and tried to continue singing.

*I'll bring You more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required
You search much deeper within
Through the way things appear
You're looking into my heart*
I couldn’t take it anymore; I burst out into a fresh crescendo of tears. It was as though God was ripping through my heart and bringing out all my sins- the lustful thoughts, the not-so-godly conversations, the un-Christ like messages, all of it were right there facing me.  I didn’t care that I was still in church, nothing else seemed to matter. I felt as though I was standing in from my Maker, my King and I was disgusted with all I had done. I was disgusted with what I turned into.
*I'm coming back to the heart of worship
And it's all about You
It's all about You, Jesus
I'm sorry, Lord, for the thing I've made it
When it's all about You
It's all about You, Jesus*
That was exactly my prayer; I was sorry, truly sorry for all I had done. I was ready to make it all about Him once again and certainly I had to get rid of Tade from my life. 
It’s been a week since that fateful Sunday and I must say, I’m doing very well. The Holyspirit has been my Help indeed.
When I look back now, I realise how much I had backslidden, how carnal I had become, how much I had let my guard down and how much my relationship with God had diminished. Indeed, backsliding doesn’t just happen, it’s a gradual process.
This scripture comes to mind 1 Corinthians 10:12 “Therefore let him who thinks he stands, take heed lest he fall”
This is my story, I am Lola Daniels.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are purely a product of the writer’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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From me to You!

Dear Father,

From the very moment You came into my life, my life has not been the same. You came in and gave my life a completely new meaning. You came in and made me realise I wasn't created just to get good grades, get married to an amazing man and have wonderful kids. You made me realise that You have a greater purpose for my life and I wasn't just another female to add to the population of the world.

In these few years that I've started this relationship with You, I have de-railed and gone off-track countless times, but Your mercy says "NO, I'm not gonna let you go", thank you so much My King.

Words can't fully describe how I feel about You and what You've done for me, but You see my heart and You know it all.

It's so awesome to know that You knew me before I was born and planned all my days even before I lived one day. There I was worrying, and thinking my future was bleak, completely forgetting that You, my Master Planner had it all planned out.
I love You, Dad!
With all my love,

Your Precious daughter.

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Eight Reasons why I know God Exists

1. I feel so miserable when I go a day or two without talking to Him at all (yes, I've had those times and they are horrible).

2. Just like we set reminders on our phones, I very often ask Him to remind me of things I'm likely to forget and He always does, without fail.

3. One on particular day when I was locked out of the house, He told me where the key was (I had never seen anyone put the key there, so there's no way I would have thought about that by myself).

4. I speak in tongues and no, it's not me speaking gibberish, if it is, then why did it take so long for me to start speaking the 'gibberish'?

5. He tells me things I didn't know before.

6. I once tried to turn on my laptop, but after several attempts, it still wouldn't come on. Then He asked me to pray and of course it came on right after that (no, it's not coincidence).

7. On different occassions when I was going to fall sick or experience pains in different parts of my body, I prayed them away and they dissappeared (the pain on my left shoulder and the boil on my left leg come to mind now).

8. On one fateful night, I just read 173 verses of the bible (Matthew chapter 7- chapter 11) and I wanted to remember one particular verse that I liked, I asked Him and in His still small voice, He told me the exact verse (it wasn't guess work, because I had no clue where it could have been).

This just goes to show how God is ready to be involved in the big and not so big occurences in our lives. He wants to be involved in our every day decison making such as what to wear, where to go, as well as life-changing decisons like choosing our life partners or the career route to take- Psalm 32:8.

So what are the things you have experienced that make you believe God exists? Please share; they don't have to be eight, they could be more or less. Please don't withold them, it may be someone's last chance of accepting Jesus. I and many others look forward to reading them.

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