My Christian walk

photo adopted from: unsplash.com Just a Bowl of Soup . Imagine you're a guy and you have a nice bowl of soup. And, for some rather strange reason, soup-making is something you find very easy to do most of the time, although you feel ashamed that it's not the coolest thing a guy should want to do, so somehow it makes you quite uncomfortable. So you find yourself doing it not because it is so much of a big deal, but maybe just because you need to, since it's what the rest of the people at home keep looking up to for the meals almost every other day, or just because you know you can make good soup. So you begin thinking to yourself, " Other guys are doing cool things, big things, they start amazing projects, have amazing voices, are employed in posh government offices, and some are even super models. And yet for me, all I have is just a bowl of soup! " You know you have a good heart (okay it may not be the best but at least it's not t

Excited about my after-church-service Sunday plot, I began to go through the English service agenda (mentally). Then I got to that part where the pastor calls out for the builders of God's church (congregants who always give generously towards the ongoing church construction project). Immediately, an inner conversation was sparked off within me (probably between my mind and my heart): Mind : Oh God! When shall we get done with this building? Heart : Well, you should even feel privileged to be a part of building God's house. Mind : That's right, I should be. I mean, He is God, so if he wanted to build his house by himself, he definitely would have. He could maybe choose a few people and cause them to offer huge sums for the cause. We've even heard that the "man" can multiply five loaves of bread and a pair of fish to feed over 5000 people; so how about making mortar and bricks?  But even though there are ways he could do it himself, he

The moment I joined campus, I started devouring every “Christian-based” piece of literature about marriage and relationships that I could find.  Arguably, culture has set it quite clearly that, "Go to school, get a job, get married." So, since I still had about three years left before graduation, one of the things I thought I had to invest a good measure of my efforts in was to read, study and acquire as much knowledge as possible about the next season of my life: marriage. Little did I really think about this other thing called 'singleness'.  When I eventually finished school, however, things turned out to have taken a different curve altogether for me: I went to school, graduated, got a job, and then became single! Now, I'd had no idea what this period of my life really was to be like; no one had told about it. It somehow occurred to me that singleness was an unavailable road towards marriage (specially for those that are hoping to some day get marri

I was 13 years old when I got saved, at which age my parents wouldn't have ever approved of the idea at all. This meant that I could only and only  be   saved  on condition that: I never had to show it off, especially not in my father's house; I would NOT leave the Anglican church for any Pentecostal church, no matter how well-reputed it was; no attending mid-week church meetings; no spiritual mentorship of any sort, among other things. So there I was: new to the faith, very naive about this entire born-again Christian life, carrying around a question-flooded mind, but with very few answers. Notwithstanding, sometimes I managed to ask the Holy Spirit, and He often answered. But   I'd reached a point where I felt like I needed a fellow believer who was stronger than myself in the faith to hold my hand and "show me around" for some time, since even discerning the voice of the Holy Spirit by then was not always a straight forward attempt for me. Lu