Household Portions

05/10/2023

Everyone loves gifts! We serve God because He is good. If God is good, He should stand in the best capacity to give us the greatest gift of all, so we can thrive in the broadest segments of the earth. God-gifts!

How about if we didn’t even know we had gifts? And we have to know it someday, right?

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You!

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02/10/2023

What’s up people!!!!

It’s still the Independence day celebrations in Nigeria 🇳🇬 Our earnest prayer is that God heal the land, and heal the people.

If the people are healed, the land can flourish in the benefits of healing too

Here’s to a better and stronger Nigeria 🙏🏻

11/07/2023

WHAT AM I MISSING?

The joy of Nkechi, although barely 7, was to be left alone with all the toys. Now, she had it all to herself. Now she could build the truckloads from the blocks, all by herself.

Maybe someday, she could be an architect of cars. The playing field was all hers.

Strewn across the floor were all colours of plastic building blocks called Lego — red, yellow, blue, white, green, purple — leaving the room a messy, colourful sight.

She hunkered down into the midst of the ruin, the ruin that she would soon make into truckloads: two, maybe three. She had enough resources.

She was obsessed with the thought of creating something to show mom and dad when they returned: a truckload, tethered to her rope, that she could tow around the house, as one proudly led a horse by rope.

She had the tyres, the windows, side mirrors, the plate number, and even a driver to sit in the driver’s seat when she was done.

She hummed gleefully as she put in minutes, hours of work into her lego-building, but the legos weren’t transforming into anything like a truckload. Her happy tune dropped into a muffled, doleful sound.

One by one, she crashed the separate parts of the ‘truckload’, making it again into what she thought a truckload would look like, should look like.

She furrowed her little brows to look at the picture of the truckload her teacher had built, hanging from a nail by the wall. She removed pieces from the miniature sitting in front of her, giving it makeover; a little addition here and another subtraction there.

Exasperated, she let her gaze focus on the half-assed toy: “what am I missing?”

💡Jeremiah 18:3-6

You want to know why our sanctimonious activities aren’t resulting in anything compared to what we see in the Bible? Or, did God paint a picture of lies in the Bible?

Why are our results and lifestyle farflung from the stories our fathers told us?

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11/03/2023

IF YOU FOLLOW TRUTHS STANDING ON ONE LEG, IT WILL FALL LIKE A PACK OF CARDS

Seth ran towards the track.

‘Whoof! That was comfortable… Common, who put this game together? Man was designed to walk on two legs. It’s enough work to run the length of this competition on two legs.’

But no one could hear his thoughts.

He wondered now if the organizers themselves could make it past the first line. ‘No time for worries now, Seth. You’re in for the prize.’ He looked sideways and caught sight of the runners flanking him: small, hefty, tall…

He was barely through taking a last survey of the surroundings before the commentator’s voice hit:

“Runners, get set at the count of 3. You’re not allowed to use your left foot outside of your standing position. Stick to your race using one foot. One, two, three!”

A gunshot!

Seth shot forward on one foot. A gasp from the crowd and he realised it was one runner down.

‘Already? Focus, Seth.’

Beads of sweat now dotted his face, threatening to run down in time to the rhythm of his wild one-legged run. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“Oh no, the fourth runner down and we’re not even done with the first line? Let’s see who can brave this.”

‘How long before I fall?’

Seth pulled his strength together to launch harder. He took a calculated launch, his right and only active sole gripping the floor, slightly forward, to grant momentum for stronger landings. ‘This is it’. He hopped forward one more time, and another, and

“Oh, we lost Seth. Just when we thought he was gathering momentum. Anyway, spectators, let’s focus on those still in the game. Runners numbers 1,4 and 7…”

Seth shook his head. It was not fair to call them runners; hoppers is a fair description. All that pain on his right leg now. All that sprain he had put on his right leg… He could have been allowed to share the weight on both legs.

He looked at the commentators, at the cheering crowd.

Wait. What? Believers, if truly the world is some sort of race, how come some have the advantage of their two legs, while others are trying to get by on one leg?

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28/10/2021