Daily Bible-Scripture Readings, Inspiration & Reflection

10/09/2021

*I never knew this wow!*

*HOW EACH OF THE APOSTLES DIED.*

*1. Matthew*
Suffered martyrdom in Ethiopia, killed by a sword wound.

*2. Mark*
Died in Alexandria, Egypt , after being dragged by Horses through the streets until he was dead.

*3. Luke*
Was hanged in Greece as a result of his tremendous preaching to the lost.

*4. John*
Faced martyrdom when he was boiled in huge Basin of Boiling Oil during a wave of persecution in Rome.
However, he was miraculously delivered from death.
John was then sentenced to the mines on the prison Island of Patmos.
He wrote his prophetic Book of Revelation on Patmos.
The apostle John was later freed and returned to serve as Bishop of Edessa in modern Turkey.
He died as an old man, the only apostle to die peacefully.

*5. Peter*
He was crucified upside down on an X-shaped cross.
According to church tradition it was because he told his tormentors that he felt unworthy to die In the same way that Jesus Christ had died.

*6. James*
The leader of the Church in Jerusalem , was thrown over a hundred feet down from the southeast pinnacle of the Temple when he refused to deny his faith in Christ. When they discovered that he survived the fall, his enemies beat James to death with a fuller's club.
* This was the same pinnacle where Satan had taken Jesus during the Temptation.

*7. James*
(the Son of Zebedee)
Was a fisherman by trade when Jesus called him to a lifetime of ministry.
As a strong leader of the church, James was beheaded at Jerusalem.
The Roman officer who guarded James watched amazed as James defended his faith at his trial.
Later, the officer walked beside James to the place of ex*****on.
Overcome by conviction, he declared his new faith to the judge and knelt beside James to accept beheading as a Christian.

*8. Bartholomew*
Also known as Nathaniel was a missionary to Asia.
He witnessed for our Lord in present day Turkey.
Bartholomew was martyred for his preaching in Armenia where he was flayed to death by a whip.

*9. Andrew*
Was crucified on an x-shaped cross in Patras, Greece.
After being whipped severely by seven soldiers they tied his body to the cross with cords to prolong his agony.
His followers reported that, when he was led toward the cross, Andrew saluted it in these words:
_'' I have long desired and expected this happy hour. The cross has been consecrated by the body of Christ hanging on it.''_
He continued to preach to his tormentors for two days until he expired.

*10. Thomas*
Was stabbed with a spear in *India* during one of his missionary trips to establish the church in the Sub-continent.

*11. Jude*
Was killed with arrows when he refused to deny his faith in Christ.

*12. Matthias*
The apostle chosen to replace the traitor Judas Iscariot, was stoned and then beheaded.

*13. Paul*
Was tortured and then beheaded by the evil Emperor Nero at Rome in A.D. 67.
Paul endured a lengthy imprisonment, which allowed him to write his many epistles to the churches he had formed throughout the Roman Empire.
These letters, which taught many of the foundational Doctrines of Christianity, form a large portion of the New Testament.

Perhaps this is a reminder to us that our sufferings here are indeed minor compared to the intense persecution and cold cruelty faced by the Apostles and Disciples during their times for the sake of the Faith.
*_And ye shall be hated of all men for my name's sake: But he that endureth to the end shall be saved._*
Pass on to encourage other Christians
Why Do we feel sleepy in Prayer,
But stay awake through a 3 hour movie ?
Why are we so bored when we look at the HOLY BOOK,
But find it easy to read other books ?
Why is it so easy to ignore a message about God,
Yet we forward the nasty ones ?
Why are Prayers getting smaller,
But bars and clubs are expanding
Why is it so easy to worship a celebrity,
But very difficult to engage with God ?

Think about it, are you going to forward this ?
Are you going to ignore it, because you think you will get laughed at ?
Make this message your contribution to the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ,
Be Blessed... Amen!

20/06/2021

“Fathers are not born, but made. A man does not become a father simply by bringing a child into the world, but by taking up the responsibility to care for that child. Whenever a man accepts responsibility for the life of another, in some way he becomes a father to that person.”

Excerpt From: Pope Francis. “Apostolic Letter Patris Corde”.

24/03/2021

*Please I am looking for someone to help me answer these questions.

1. Why Noah built the Ark in 40 days.

2. Why the rain/storm lasted for 40days.

3. Why the Israelites walked through the desert for 40 years.

4. Why the tower of barbel was built in 40 days.

5. Why Jesus Christ fasted for 40days.

6. Why Jesus Christ ascended to heaven after 40 days,

7. Why Moses had to spend 40 days with God, and fasting before he got the 10 Commandments Tablets

8. Why it took 40 days threat from Goliath against the Army of Israel before he was killed by David

9. Why David later had a total reign of 40 years over the nation of Israel

10. Why Elijah had to trekked, fasting for 40 days running away from Jezebel

40 days and 40 years in the Bible is HIGHLY SYMBOLIC

11. Why life begins at 40.

12. Why even Pass mark starts at 40.

13. Why they also say "A fool @ 40 is a fool forever"

What's so special about 40???

If you don't have an answer, please send it to at least one group or another person you know. We might get an answer from a wise researcher who is above 40 years of age.

Thank You.

23/03/2021

MY SECRET SIN.

That Friday night, I was supposed to be in the vigil leading the worship song but there I was in Fred's bed moaning in painful pleasure as he cuddled and caressed me.

Being the choir mistress, I was the one to take the worship songs that night but I manoeuvred my way to his home.

"Can we go another round?" Fred asked teasingly.

"You don't get tired? Oliver Twist," I said staring at the wall clock. It was few minutes before 1 a.m.

"I need to join them in the church," I said uncovering myself from the bedsheets and hurriedly picked up my dress from the floor.

"It's already late and dangerous out there. Just pass the night here again please."

"Akuna! It's better late than never. Don't forget, I'm the one taking the worship."

"Do you want to get r***d out there? The one I gave you is not enough for you, right?" he asked mockingly as he sat upright on his bed placing a pillow on his laps to hide his erected stuff.

"I won't get r***d because we are going together. Dress up please."

"Have you gone insane?" he giggled. "I just finished feasting with the devil and you expect me to go to the presence of God? Come on babe, I still have conscience."

"What are you insinuating? Are you saying I don't have conscience? Thank you for reminding me that I'm Jezebel." I said trying to ease the guilt.

I hurriedly picked my Bible and my scarf from the floor and dashed out of the room.

"Onyeche, wait let me see you off," I heard his voice from a distance.

That was not the first night I spent in his house in the name of vigil, neither was it the second nor third.

You may think that was the worst thing I have done. No, I did worse than that. I aborted two babies for Fred, the assistant prayer band leader who was always leading the prayer section.

My father who was a well thought of elder in the church was glad that her daughter was burning for God.

I was not just deceiving my father, I was deceiving the members of the church, I was deceiving the pastor whose favourite I was.

Never had he ministered without me acting as the backup singer. He trusted and believed so much in me. And above all, I was deceiving myself as my self-worth was dwindling.

When I got to the church, Agnes was still leading the praise section.

It seemed she was stylishly waiting for my arrival to take the worship section as I was considered to be the most fire-branded member of the church.

As the choir mistress, I was supposed to be seated at the front seat, but I sat behind so that my incoming would not be noticed.

I glanced through the pulpit, the pastor's gaze was on me and I trembled within as he signaled an invitation.

"Onyeche, what happened?" he asked affectionately.

"Daddy I slept off," I lied kneeling beside him without any iota of the fear of God.
"I wanted to rest before time but when I woke up, it was already very late. I told myself that it's better late than never."

"I know you 'll come regardless what. Thank you," he said smiling and patting me on my shoulder. "Hope you are prepared."
"I'm always prepared daddy."

Right at the pulpit I was confidently lying to the man of God. Yet, unlike the days of Peter, there was no discernment, I would have fallen dead like Ananias and Sapphira but there, I was being praised.

Like the pastor's praise was not enough, when I climbed the podium, I was welcomed with a standing ovation by the congregation. They yelled and shouted my name. Others jumped to their feet shouting and clapping. My head was becoming larger like I was sharing the glory of God with him, that's if I did not steal it all. Had they known that I just left Delilah's lap, or maybe I was even the Delilah. Had they known I just left the dungeon of sin, just like the lady of Magdalene, they would have picked up stone.

I struck the mic with a finger and the sound was pleasant to my hearing.

"Alleluuuuuuuia!" I shouted into the mic, stressing my word and the crowd yelled even louder.

"Can we just compose ourselves as we worship the El shaddai, the Elohim, The King of kings, the Lord of lords, the I am that I am, mandalekatushaldaba," I burst into tongue. "The Bible says, God is a Spirit and they that must worship God must worship Him in spirit and in truth."

As I was trying to elate the crowd, I saw Fred enter the church. Well built, muscular and light in complexion. Like the Biblical Joseph, very handsome and good to behold. I still doubt if I were the only one in the church he was having an affair with. Many of those young girls flopped around him calling him papa and M.O.G.

He was also very much adored and loved in the church because of his activeness yet, my partner in sin.

"Close your eyes and lift up your hands unto the Lord as we worship him."

As I began to sing deeper, those emotional tears began to pour from my eyes.

Some of the people were also singing and crying while others were blasting in tongues.

I glanced at Fred, with hands akimbo, he was shaking and nodding his head in all direction as though he was translated to another realm.

His voice was louder than every other person. It seemed he was trying to tell them that he prayed in tongue more than any of them as he seldom pray in the language of men.

It may surprise you to know that Fred was not the only person I was sleeping with.

I did those abominable acts outside the church too. I was scared that my evil deeds would one day be exposed if I involve other members. So, whenever those decent boys in my church asked my out, even for a serious relationship, I will politely turn them down preaching the gospel to them. Telling them how it's going to affect our relationship with God but there was never a no from me to the outsiders: the fallen brethren as they will never be in my church to see me pray or sing.

You see eh! You would want to blame me for this hypocrisy of the highest order. Go ahead. Judge me, condemn me. Cast the first stone but remember, you didn't die for me. It is Christ that died. Yes, it is God that justifies.

You may think I did not feel sad for myself. You may think I loved what I was doing.

No, to me, it was also disgusting. It made me look so dirty like a pig. It made feel like I did not belong to the family of the true children of Jesus Christ.

I have judged myself enough, so you don't have to judge me again. If there's anything to do, it's to pray for me because secretly, I was dying.

Just like the church of Sardis, I had the reputation of being alive but I was dead. Yes, I had the reputation of being vibrant and burning for God but I was on my way to hell.

You may think I was not born again. Well, I was genuinely born again.

I spoke in the tongues of angels, I've received the gift of the Holy Spirit, yet, I was swimming in sin.

On Facebook and other social media, I was an apostle of holiness as I never ceased preaching and posting scriptures on my wall. My WhatsApp status was always preaching Christ but my lifestyle was contrary to the faith.

Apostle Paul said that he's the worst of all sinners. I don't want to drag that position with Elder Paul but one thing is certain, nobody can drag the second slot with me.

My situation became critical when I became addicted to s*x. S*x became my driving force.

I was always happy during weekly fellowship as it was the only opportunity to visit Fred before heading to church together.

After fellowship, we'd return to his home for more fun before he would see me off.

When I could not make it to Fred's home, I resorted to ma********on.

There was no single day passed by without me ma********ng as I began to find it more pleasurable than s*x.

Even on Sunday morning, before service, I would ma******te at home before handling the microphone on the pulpit to lead the praise and worship.

Don't think I ever felt comfortable at the pulpit.

I hated myself for what I was doing. I only needed a way out of my predicament.

I was always kneeling at the front of the altar for every altar call. But that same evening, I would be in my room thrusting myself with cucumber.

I have gone days without food and water in the name of fasting but to no avail.

You see! Haven't I tried?

You that want to judge me, how many days have you gone fasting and praying for your own secret sin? Or do you want to tell me that you're not battling with any private sin?

Man may not be watching you but God watches everything that happens even in the most secret place.

So, please don't judge me. I understand hypocrisy already. Or have you not read that you should get rid of the log in your own eye; then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye?

Oh young minister, put yourself right with God first and then we can sit down and talk judgment.

There was this day I rounded off my seven days fasting and prayer. I made up my mind never to see Fred again, never to ma******te again and never to see any guy again.

My determination worked perfectly well for weeks but after a month, I found myself in Fred's bed again.

Pathetic, right? Very pathetic indeed. Fred shouted at me with rage and almost hit me for keeping him for a whole month without s*x.

He threatened to quit the relationship but I begged with tears. The only thing that calmed him down was when I promised to spend the night with him instead of going to the vigil.

When it was dawn, I carried my Bible and went home. I did not just return to Fred, I returned to my old way of life.

For years, I continued living such a wayward and bitter life until one particular night.

After satisfying my inordinate desire, I picked up my Bible as usual and began to flip through its pages just to fulfill all righteousness and ease the guilt I was feeling.

I read several pages randomly. The urge to study that night was stronger than the urge for ma********on, even stronger than the urge for s*x.

I continued reading carelessly until I came across Psalm 145:18-19.

I read it over and over, then over and over and over and over. For more than a dozen time, I was reading just these two verses.

I read it until it sank so deeply to my innermost being.

As I continued reading, tears began to well up in my eyes.

These were not the emotional tears I used to shed at the pulpit. These were tears I even tried to control but couldn't.

When my Bible was getting soaked, I closed it and dropped it on my bed.

The next thing that happened was mysterious. I found myself on the floor, rolling, crying and praying.
"Lord, it's either now or never. I die here tonight.

"Tonight, I bring into captivity every thought and fleshly pleasure to the obedience of Christ.

"My strength, my ability, my will, my wisdom, everything has failed me. It's just you now oh Lord.

"Lord, may I never see the rising of the sun again until I'm delivered from every devourer.

"Lord Jesus, except you want me to die in my sin, you will deliver me tonight."

I knew I was disturbing my parents and probably, neighbours but my problem was bigger than one sleepless night.

I thought I was disturbing my parents, but it didn't take much time before I heard them blasting in tongues from their room.

That night, I didn't sleep. Even when I wanted to sleep, I could not. I prayed till dawn then slept off.

When I woke up, it was around 9 a.m. I switched on my phone and it was Fred's message that came in.

Gud mrning lov,
D tot of U cudn't allow
me sleep last 9t.
I mesmerized ova ur
beauty & ur magical
touch till dawn.
Wherever U ar is
exactly where I wnt 2 b
I've wasted too much
time already.
I dnt wnt 2 waste
anoda single day
without U & I'm ready 2
make it up 4 d lost
time.
Baby do U mind
comin ova later in d
day?
I no U wudnt mind.
I love U. Expecting U
dear, kisses.

I stared at my phone a bit confused if to reply or not. After a second thought, I pulled off my sim card and broke it into pieces.

"I'm starting afresh," I murmured. And as if pushed by an external force, I opened my drawer. I stared at the cucumbers and the toys I bought and shame overwhelmed me. Slowly, I began to break everything. "I'm done with you," I spoke to the toy as though it could hear. "I'm done with sin," I continued talking to myself.

As I searched my room thoroughly for all the instruments of sin, a song came to my lips.

I'm no longer a slave
To sin (fear),
I am a child of God.

I sang only the chorus for hours reminding myself who I've become.

Days rolled into weeks and weeks into months, I did not go to Fred's home neither did I do anything stupid.

I thought of Fred several times and the urge came powerfully sometimes. Of course, I'm human.

The urge was there but the power and grace to overcome was stronger.

I would stare at the mirror and applaud myself for not going back to the way it used to be.

I would use my right hand to shake my left hand in jubilation congratulating myself.

I still remember when I took myself out on a date. Funny, isn't it? That's what we called self-crush.

You may think I over acted. I don't really mind.

You will never know what it is like to be free until you have found freedom in Christ Jesus. I am sure you will celebrate more than I did.

One of the mistakes the devil made was that he still allowed me to fellowship with the brethren even in my sin.

He still allowed me to pray and study even after committing those evil acts.

If he was wise, he would have cut me off from the gathering of the brethren.

Had he known, he would have sealed my lips from praying to God who was actually waiting for me to call upon Him.

And because he was not all knowing, he couldn't stop me from praying and he couldn't have ever stopped God from answering my prayer.

After three months, I found myself in Fred's house again.

I was surprised too because I thought I'd never go there again but it's like I was compelled.

No! It's not what you are thinking. Haba na! I did not go alone. I went with the Most High. I went to offer him Christ.

I stood at the door feeling reluctant to knock. After a while, I did.

He opened the door and was surprised to see me. He stood at the door confused whether to let me in or not. We stood in total silence staring at each other.

After awhile, I broke the silence, "Fred, I'm...."

"No! No! No!" he cut in. "You don't need to be sorry," he said emphatically. I should be the one apologising.

"Onyeche, I'm sorry, it's over between us."
"Over?" I asked faking the surprise just to hear more.

"Please forgive me Onyeche, you're now my past."

"Fred, what happened? Did I do anything wrong?" The woman in me wouldn't tell him the reason I visited. I wanted to feed my curiosity.

"No Onye, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that I have found true love."

"Fred will never change," I chuckled. "Is that why you couldn't even welcome me in? Is she inside?"

"Nobody is in," he said paving the curtain to give me a better view of the room.

"You mean your love for me was never true? Where did I get it wrong Fred?" I enquired just to hear his opinion because from onset, I knew we were into an illicit love affair that will lead to nowhere except hell.

"Onyeche, I must confess, you were not my first love. I left my first love for you. I thought I could hold on to both of you at a time but it's never possible. I've decided to return and start all over again with my first love."

"Hmm! Who could that be Fred? You told me you love me and promised never to let me go."

"This love is different from what I felt for you then," he said confidently exuding great joy.

"This love is genuine. This love is pure. This love doesn't fail. This love has covered my past and given a future. This love is shed abroad in my heart." He was nodding his head as he spoke with total peace.

"Onyeche," he called placing his hands on my shoulders. "I HAVE FOUND TRUE LOVE IN CHRIST JESUS. I have returned to my first love. Onyeche, there is no better love than the love of Christ. There is no love outside Christ. What have we gained from the sin we called love? What has fornication added to our lives? Why not give this love a chance to find its expression in your life?"

The joy I felt in my spirit knew no bounds when I heard those words from Fred.

"Fred, this love is what brought me here. This love found me some months back. I came here just to offer you this love but I'm overwhelmed with joy to know that this love has found you too. This is miraculous."

"It is the Lord's doing," he said. "Do you mind coming in?" he added leading the way.

"No, I don't mind," I replied as I followed from behind.

This time around, I was not on his bed. We knelt beside his bed in prayer thanking God for His unfailing love, amazing grace and His undeserved mercy.

I was dead, and now alive again; I was lost, and found.

I am Onyeche, I only exist in
.

DEDICATION
To all those in the church of God but still struggling with one sin or the other.

Don't just relax in that sin. Hold on to Christ for a little while.

He is more interested in helping you than you are interested in helpinghelping yourself. Just one more prayer and you will see the handiwork of God.

Remain blessed. See a good follow up to that choir mistress story. Thank God that she repented, anyway.

We can *speak in tongues* and miss heaven.
We can *win souls* and miss heaven.
We can *see vision* and miss heaven.
We can *prophesy* and still miss heaven.
We can *cast out devil* and miss heaven.
We can *perform miracles* and still miss heaven.
We can *read the whole Bible* and miss heaven.
We can *attend all church services, fellowship activities and camp meetings* and miss heaven.
We can have *anointing* and miss heaven.
We can have all *spiritual gifts* and miss heaven.
We can be *rich, prosperous and wealthy* and still miss heaven.
We can *give and sow seeds* and still miss heaven.
We can *wield power and be influential* and still miss heaven.
We can have a *powerful voice to sing* and miss heaven.
we can also have *fame and popularity* and miss heaven.
*•••But we cannot LIVE A HOLY LIFE and miss heaven•••*
*HOLINESS IS THE REAL DEAL!*
Without holiness through salvation in Christ, one will not make heaven.

Forwarding this is *Evangelism.*
Let us win a soul for Christ.

22/02/2021

*The Fasting That Pleases God*
_(Friday 19th February 2021. Isaiah 58:1-9, Psalm 51, and Matthew 9:14-15)_

_*“Then the disciples of John came to him, saying, ‘Why do we and the Pharisees fast, but your disciples do not fast?’” (Matthew 9:14)*_

Jesus told us in our Gospel passage on Ash Wednesday: “When you fast, do not look dismal, like the hypocrites, for they disfigure their faces that their fasting may be seen by men. … When you fast, anoint your head and wash your face, that your fasting may not be seen by men but by your Father who is in secret.” (Matthew 6:16-18)

In other words, it is possible that the disciples of Jesus were fasting but were not showing it. Nevertheless, it is equally possible that the disciples of Jesus were not fasting in recognition of Jesus’ Divinity. As Jesus puts it: “Can the wedding guests mourn as long as the bridegroom is with them? The days will come, when the bridegroom is taken away from them, and then they will fast.” (Matthew 9:15).

It is important to note that Jesus did not condemn fasting in itself. Jesus only used the occasion to reveal His identity as God in human flesh. There is nothing wrong with fasting as a spiritual exercise so long as we do not make a public show of our fasting.

Do not forget that Fasting is not merely abstaining from food, water or other pleasurable things, it is also and more importantly abstaining from quarrelling, fighting and other acts of wickedness. According to Isaiah in today’s first reading, these vices make our fasting null and void.

It is often said that “a hungry man is an angry man.” It is true that when we are hungry, we are more likely to lose our temper. This is why we must be very careful so as not to allow our fasting to become an occasion for anger, bitterness or insulting others. It is better not to fast than to allow your hunger to push you into sin.

In fact, Isaiah further clarifies that there is a type of fasting that is far better than not eating. This fasting involves the following: “to loose the bonds of wickedness, to undo the thongs of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, to break every yoke… to share your bread with the hungry, and bring the homeless poor into your house; when you see the naked, to cover him” (Isaiah 58:6-7).

In this way, Isaiah recommends the seven corporal works of mercy as dimensions of fasting. Honestly just as it takes a great deal of sacrifice on our part to deprive ourselves of food and other pleasures, it is equally sacrificial to perform these corporal works of mercy. This is given that we live in a society where people seek to take advantage of the charity of others, a society where some have taken it as a business to tell lies from place to place in the name of begging, a society where armed robbers disguise as homeless persons seeking for help, a society where no one can be trusted.

We should never be discouraged to carry out this type of fasting because as much as it is a huge risk to help others, it is even a greater risk to care only for yourself. Do you remember the story of the Rich Man and Lazarus? Jesus says: “Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brethren, you did it to me.” (Matthew 25:40)

In truth, fasting is useless if nobody benefits from it. Fast from selfishness, fast from self-centeredness, leave your comfort zone, visit the poor, the lonely, the oppressed, those who have nowhere to stay or cannot afford to buy clothes and help as much as you can.

Let us pray: Lord Jesus, may my fast find favour in your sight. Amen.

*Be Happy. Live Positive. Have Faith. It is well with you. (Friday after Ash Wednesday. Bible Study: Isaiah 58:1-9, Psalm 51, and Matthew 9:14-15).*

Fr. Abu (https://www.bhlpmedia.com/daily-homilies/the-fasting-that-pleases-god)

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We should never be discouraged to carry out this type of fasting because as much as it is a huge risk to help others, it is even a greater risk to care only for yourself. Do you remember the story of the Rich Man and Lazarus? Jesus says: “Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of t...

20/08/2020

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01/11/2019

Some real life testimonies!

A man has spoken out about how he found Jesus and put his homos*xual lifestyle behind him to follow Christ …

26/04/2019

Post written by a Priest who many will leave similar to Judas.
DECEIVING CATHOLICS IN NIGERIA

Benson Idahosa once told his pastors: "If Catholics know what they have, and if Catholic priests get it right, you will be out of business."

Look at all the powerful spiritual resources in the Catholic Church: the Bible and sound interpretation from experts, the Mass, the sacraments, various novenas, Eucharistic adoration, the rosary, the various spiritual groups in the Church.

Yet, you let deceivers deceive you.

They tell you that Catholics are not born again. You leave your church to theirs and all you see is that "born again" means the license to live in sin and just believe in Jesus' name and everything is okay. Thus, you live in sin but don't feel guilty. They become worse sinners than they ever were before they left the Catholic church. The Catholic Church accepts that it is a church of saints and sinners. We see sin as sin and we feel guilty when we sin. But you leave for a church where they live in sin but feel self-righteous. "Born again" has become the killing of conscience against guilt, but not a conversion from sin. Instead of teaching people to avoid sin, they teach people to simply not feel guilty over sin.

In the Catholic Church, your priests direct you to pray and do not enslave you to themselves with false prophecies. They don't make you believe that only their prayers will work for you. Instead, they direct you to pray and do not make themselves the sources of your blessings. Yet, you leave for churches where people tell you that they are the only ones who will pray for you before God can answer favourably.

They condemn fundraisings, such as Bazaar, but they milk their members dry and make their members see failure to pay tithe as a sin, but fornication and adultery are not preached against. Their church members are more afraid of not paying tithe than they are of fornication, adultery and abortion.

You leave your church because your church does not preach prosperity as a proof of holiness. Then, you go to a church where someone tells you to donate your life earnings and savings in order to prosper. However, for the years you are there, the only ones prospering are the pastors telling you this and collecting your money. Where is the prosperity for which you left your church?

Everybody is becoming a pastor, an apostle, or evangelist and they are all opening churches in wealthy cities. There are no sinners in villages? With all the great education which Catholic priests have and can use to make great wealth if they choose to, they live in villages with the people and do not preach prosperity as a proof of righteousness. Catholic priests are the most educated church leaders in Nigeria and they can use their education to make big money if they were to go after money. Yet, they are priests in villages. That does not appeal to you, Catholics?

They move on the streets in cities looking for members and distributing handbills where fake testimonies say: "When I started worshipping in this church, I built a house." "As soon as I started attending this church, I got my American visa." So, all the people who have built houses left the Catholic church before they could build houses? No Catholic owns a house? All the people who have got visas to America left the Catholic Church before they got American visas? No Catholic has got American visa and there are no Catholics abroad? How many people have built houses and gone to America since leaving the Catholic Church?

In order to keep you in their churches, they claim to be prophesying that they see God using you in America and Europe. Why is God not calling you to use you in your village where there is poverty, no electricity, good road and big cars? There are sinners in America and Europe but none in your village? Has God converted everyone in your village? You heard those prophecies years ago, but you are still where you were - in Nigeria. How is America? How is Europe? What country are you in Europe? Since you are now in Europe and America and wealthy, can you, in Christian charity, send me some dollars, Euros or pounds? Even if you have travelled to America or Europe, how is that a reason to leave your church? Is it America you are looking for or God and salvation?

When have all the reasons for which Catholics leave their church in Nigeria become a reason for the existence of a church? Even if these are the reasons for the existence of a church, who has more houses, money and American visas more than Catholics?

Behaviour, righteous behaviour, is the sign that a person knows God. Put all the Catholics in Nigeria on one side and put non-Catholics on the other let us see. Is there better godliness among non-Catholics than among Catholics in Nigeria?

A friend of mine working in the Christian Pilgrimage Board of one of the states in Nigeria told me that everybody in the pilgrimage board had a title of Christian leadership: pastor, deacon/deaconess, apostle, evangelist, Rev. Fr., prophet/prophetess, man of God. Yet, he said, the corruption in the Christian Pilgrimage Board was worse than that in any other department of the government house.

Remember, Paul said he preached the crucified Christ (1Cor. 1:23; and 1Cor. 2:2). He said this so that the faith of believers would not be based on anything but on Christ crucified. Today, wealth is the standard of righteousness and the strategy for hunting for church membership. People are being hunted and deceived into churches, not so that they can know Christ, but so that the hunters can be rich.

Remember that Satan tempted Jesus to worship him for the sake of wealth, but Jesus rejected Satan's offer, so that he would not make wealth the reason for faith. Today, people are worshipping Satan by making wealth the reason for worshipping God. The very temptation that Jesus overcame to teach us a lesson, is what people are succumbing to and using as an attraction for church membership. Wherever wealth or prosperity is the reason for church membership, such a church is a centre for devil worship.

If only you know what you have as a Catholic!

Be committed to your Catholic faith and don't allow yourself to be deceived.

-Fr. Robert Agbo-