Christian Pentecostal Mission Ondo 1

11/05/2026

Moments like this When the praises of our king is loud in the midst of his people
We offered the sacrifices of praise and thanksgiving from the depth of our heart

10/05/2026

19/04/2026

There are moments when words become too small to explain what the heart truly longs for. Moments when noise fades away, distractions lose their grip, and the soul begins to cry for one thing alone the presence of the Father.

This is that moment.

An atmosphere of worship is not just a gathering of songs or melodies; it is a sacred space where hearts open wide, where burdens are laid down, where tears become prayers, and where love speaks louder than language. It is the place where we stop performing and start pouring. Where we stop hiding and start healing.

And in that atmosphere, something deeper happens the Father calls His children closer.

Not as strangers.
Not as visitors.
Not as people trying to prove themselves.
But as sons and daughters who are deeply loved.

There is a kind of worship that moves beyond routine and enters relationship. A place where you no longer sing because it is time to sing, but because your heart has found the One it belongs to. A place where every lyric becomes conversation, every tear becomes trust, every lifted hand becomes surrender.

The Father is not looking for perfect voices; He is looking for yielded hearts. He is not moved by performance; He is drawn to sincerity. He desires the child who will come boldly, honestly, and lovingly into His embrace.

As we fellowship with Him, may every heavy heart find rest.
May every confused mind receive clarity.
May every dry place be watered again.
May every wounded soul feel the warmth of His love.

Let worship rise tonight like incense.
Let intimacy replace distance.
Let peace silence every storm within.
Let the child in you run back into the arms of the Father.

Because in His presence, we are not lost.
We are found.
We are known.
We are loved.
We are home.

13/03/2026

For we are not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ for it is the power of God unto salvation

Day 1 of our open air crusade at Oka round about Ondo city gate
Tomorrow is another day
Prepare to join the movement

Jesus to the street #
must be seen #
for all #

13/03/2026

Today we celebrate not just a birthday, but a life of impact. 🎉
You have served faithfully, loved selflessly, and stood as a guiding light in our church family. Your counsel, prayers, and commitment to God's work have shaped lives and strengthened our faith.
On this special day, we pray that the Lord rewards your labor of love with abundant grace, peace, good health, and overflowing joy.
Happy Birthday to an exceptional elder and a true servant of God. We honor and celebrate you today! 🙏🎂✨

🎉 Please join us in celebrating this amazing Elder by dropping a birthday prayer or blessing for him in the comments.

09/12/2025

“The one who wears the shoe is the one who knows exactly where it pains.”
This timeless adage reminds us that no one fully understands the weight of another person’s burden. Pain expresses itself differently in every heart, and when it meets the presence of God, it often finds its own voice, posture, and language.

In Scripture, when Hannah poured out her soul before the Lord, her lips moved but no words came out. The depth of her anguish was too heavy for ordinary expression. Yet instead of understanding her pain, Eli the priest assumed she was drunk. He saw her posture, but he didn’t see her battle. He noticed her movement, but he didn’t feel her tears. Only God understood the language of her silent cry.

Even Jesus, our Savior, once prayed in such agony that His sweat became as drops of blood That moment in Gethsemane was not orderly, calm, or graceful. It was raw, intense, and deeply emotional. Heaven recognized it as prayer; men might have misunderstood it as weakness.

This is why mocking and judging people’s posture of prayer is not just insensitive it is deeply ignorant. The church is not a gallery for spectators; it is an hospital where wounded hearts come limping, crawling, whispering, shouting, kneeling, or lying flat before their Father. The magnitude of wounds differs:
Some come bleeding in silence.
Some come trembling in sorrow.
Some come shouting because their pain has found a voice.
Some come dancing because their healing has begun.
And each one has a right to speak to God in the only way their soul knows how.

So when you see someone pray in a posture you don’t understand don’t mock.
You don’t know the demons they are fighting.
You don’t know the mountains they are climbing.
You don’t know the storms they survived just to stand in that church today.
You don’t know the chapter of their story they are currently living through.

Let every man and woman be free to communicate with their Father without the fear of human judgment. Heaven listens beyond posture. God hears beyond gestures.
And in His presence, every cry has meaning and every posture has a story

May we become a church where compassion replaces criticism, and where understanding replaces mockery, because at the feet of the Father, we all come as patients seeking healing.